A Loner with the World on his shoulders seeks to point out 'their hypocrisy' when he stumbles upon an opportunity that will bring about a catastrophic event.
‘Some soldiers say that War is the only reality that made them feel alive. Feasibly they didn’t want it, but they got it. They can never go back. Neither can I.’
There is no place more lonely than the inner city. No place more fitting to make observations on the fallibility of human beings and the easiest to design their downfall. Ideology isn’t his motivation. He hates everyone, equally. His voice is unique. And he will be heard.
The Australian Catcher in the Rye
Like all books, can be signed/inscribed if you wish. Makes for a perfect gift.
The previous post spoke of my misery over the past year, so this will be much more positive.
Here is the second poem that I mentioned in the previous post. It was going to be another miserable one from earlier this year but I changed it. No one wants to read of another's misery. Besides, it's much more upbeat! And I don't want to appear that I've been wallowing in it. I've been fighting hard the entire time. As my partner can testify. I want to be better! And finally, I am feeling better, albeit a long way to go. With a little helping hand, you might say. This recent poem explains all.
There's a short video below that and also something positive to end on!
Looking to a better future
Above the Abyss
I no longer want to die
I’ve scrambled
To be my own saviour
No self-help book or video or psych
Can do the work
That only I can do
Must do.
However,
I did receive a helping hand
Of sorts
From the Great Beyond
If one believes in such things
Which I don’t
And yet,
I cannot deny
That through my grandmother’s death
It forced me into a position
Of having to travel interstate
And face my difficulties
I believed impassable.
To rephrase
In her death
She helped me to live.
I did five days of travel
With the support of Taylah
And did it well
Including reading a poem I wrote
(That alone surprised me)
At her graveside service
And felt good for the
Great bulk of that trip.
I returned to Sydney
As did the anxiety
Which caused me to fall
Into a depressive hole
Nothing like having experienced freedom
And joy
After months of intense suffering
Only to be re-incarcerated
A form of twisted torture.
Since then
I’ve had the odd better day
And implemented positivity
Faked,
Over and over
Until it began to make inroads.
Now I’ve had a string of good days
Again, with the enforced mindset
Becoming my own Life Coach
And while there are setback days
I do believe I’m slowly emerging
Back into life
Out of the cell
Of my own design.
At least
I want to live
That is, its own
Sign of success.
5/5/25 11.45 pm
(My nephew’s birthday).
The last time I saw my grandmother, in Sept, 2023
The poem I read at my grandmother's service, Our Beloved Pioneer, appeared in a country publication too, submitted by my grandmother's son, my father.
Perhaps I'll share the full poem sometimes, if anyone is interested
Here's a short video I made about depression. Melancholy has followed me about forever and a day too but I'm also quite upbeat. An introvert and extrovert. Those who know can testify to the upbeat me. Most have not seen the other. I've learnt over the years to hide it well. Thus the nature of the mental tussle. It's an battle oft done silently.
Way back in 1992, I made a short film about a man who loses control of his mind after a series of life blows. Knowing my own mental state at times, it wasn't a huge stretch.
Enough misery now! Please feel free to share your story, feelings or even the post itself. It's good to talk about these things. Especially when I'm doing better. I think when people are really suffering, they're quiet. That's when others should become worried. I know I've come close to suicide many times in the past year. It scares me now when I think back to how viable an option it seemed.
I have a ways to go but signs recently are good. Not great but trending upwards. Day at a time. Keeping calm and staying positive are my weapons. (Just don't tell a depressed person to be positive. They're too far gone. It's near impossible).
I only became that depressed because the anxiety was so severe it made my life unbearable. It was only through some respite via cold showers, swimming and Valium plus distractions like faking it, playing music, dancing, talking to myself and the support of my girlfriend that I was able to rise enough before I could even entertain the idea of being positive. Without some daily relief, I would have taken my life. I fantasised about it. I planned it. At one point I had razor blades hidden throughout the house. It seemed the only way out.
Enough.
Peace
Anthony
Ps I'm thinking of releasing a novel. Not sure which one yet. I've got a few. Either Ode to Dead Young Friends, based on four young people I knew who all died young or True Love Kills, also based on a true story but with a lot more fictional aspects about a teenage girl whose new school friends are involved in a terrible incident in which someone dies.
What do you think? The anxiety doesn't want me to do anything as it's all 'dangerous' but I have to keep pushing myself. This will be quite a scary exercise, unlike when I released books in the past when it was exciting. Still, I feel the work is good and should be out there. I think.
A killer energy ring has surrounded the City. It’s closing in fast, but when the Entities show up, the real massacre begins!
The two images are covers I made for my two novel Young Adult dystopian series. (One story, two books). I tried to get them published for years, to no avail. I was very proud of them both and thought they'd make an excellent movie, (or two). I was planning to self-publish at some point in the future. Not sure if I will now but thought it interesting to share the covers. Created them around 2009. Novels were written from 2005-'07. I had such high hopes for them. Hence why I held out, hoping a publisher would take them on. Makes me very sad but that's the life of the creative.
At the risk of sounding miserable (and trite), my 'career' as an author has been 95% disappointment. You need to have a very thick skin to deal with the rejections and lack of interest. My skin ain't as thick as it used to be so I've taken a step back since my last book in 2022. Mentally been on the decline for years (anti-depressant withdrawal a big part of it, the story here), so feels beyond my reach at present. Probably a good lesson in there. Don't put things off! I really do hope to return to it at some point but not in the foreseeable future.
In the meantime, there are published books and many videos and downloads that are available right now!
There's something for anyone over 16, Us & Them and the things in-between or one of the most controversial novels you'll ever read in Perve (18+), or a cutting edge quasi satire/thriller in Lone Wolf World. (Dubbed the Australian Catcher in the Rye).
Malcolm is a corporate high flyer with looks and charm. He has a beautiful partner but it's not enough.
His predilection for young women will see him fall far from grace. Is there more than meets the eye, or is he just a Perve?
(This image won't be used for the cover. I did try to reach the photographer but could get no response).
Coming - Feb 2022
Am I a Perve?
I've already received some pushback about this novel. Interesting given that I had'nt even given a synopsis. People make assumptions. Interesting isn't it? Based purely on one word.
Some have inferred and some have asked me this recently and in the past, is the writer a part of the story? How much is fiction and how much is the writer's own thoughts, experiences etc? I'll be doing a separate post about this soon.
Origins
It's not the first time I've written about a corporate success who doubled as a Perve. Perhaps this book was inspired, in part, by that story; It's the Last Great Ice Shelf. (Think Harvey Weinstein over a Climate Change theme in the near future). Written in 2008 and as a part of my 2017 story collection, Pseudo Stars
It was also inspired, in part, by Lone Wolf World. In a way, they could be Brother Novels. The genesis of both, began in 2010 when I set out to write a novel about Narcissism, embodied by three different stories. One, called The Outcast, was expanded into Lone Wolf. The other was The Perve, now simply calledPerve.
The bulk of Perve was written from scratch in 2020/2021. Ironically, long after I already began writing, I took part in a sexual assault trial as a jury member in 2020. Some of those experiences were put into the book and helped with the realism. Example, I'd already written a court scene. I had to go back and re-write it. It wasn't far off the mark but now it's fully accurate.
Are you game?
The question is, are you willing to jump in? I think if you have an open mind, you'll find that there's more to this story than meets the eye. It's part of the entire point. That's the blurb I'll be using.
There's more than meets the eye.
Perve also has two meanings. The act of perving and a person deemed as a perve. What constitutes a perve? What's the difference between a pervert and a person with normal desires? Does someone, male or female, who looks at another person in a sexual way automatically make them a perve? These are some of the many topics raised.
As always, I trust the reader to make up their own mind. I don't believe in beating people over the head with a specific point of view. I'll raise some issues and allow you to come to your own conclusions. That's the problem with the way information is disseminated today. It comes imbued with patronisation. I'm much more interested in reality. The messy grey areas of life. How it's interpreted is entirely up to the individual. You.
I do hope you'll support the book. Independent authors (and artists of all types) need your support more than anyone else.
Peace
Anthony
8 publications for all tastes - My Books - Please consider this Xmas.