In Conversation with… Sabian Wilde

Marketing Lecturer. Writer. Music Bod. Claims to have coined 'Perthonality'

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There’s a post here that you can’t see.

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Did you know that you can mark a blog entry ‘private’ so that only you, the author, can read it?

I’m telling you this so you’ll know there are things you don’t (and quite possibly can’t) know.

Also, there’s the off-chance one of the C4Biz Marketeers might be checking up on me, so here’s a few tips. For them. If you’re not them, just come along for the ride…

If you write often, you’ll (probably) write better.
(Yes, I saw that too!)

I’m a big fan of writing often (despite the frequency of public/published posts on this blog).

I’m sure there are people out there who believe bloggers are usually just shouting fervent, self-important declarations into/at the void, but this will not always be the case… especially not in mine.*

Writing isn’t always about “committing” thoughts to paper.

Writing can be a process in which a subject/concept can be teased and tested, questioned and quartered – but there is also a simultaneous internal audit taking place for the writer; all the nebulous thoughts, feelings (biases?) that inspired the desire to write must be corralled into some sort of order before we can begin.

Do this enough, and you may end up appreciate writing as a process, rather than the means by which we make statements.

I like to believe a writer that attempts to understand their own place in the world will be better able to articulate a meaningful position on the subject.

It’s all just triangulation really, innit?

Having made a short story long – editors hate that – I’d encourage anyone, even my Marketeers, to try some ‘invisible’ blogging.

Seriously:it’ going to be huge.

Invisibloggers© will be the new “hipsters”, and I should know; I’ve been doing it since before this batch of hipsters had even been born.

Don’t write to commit your thoughts to paper;
Write to find thoughts worth committing to.






* Cool! You totally noticed that asterisk way back there which indicated… well… not so much an ‘edit’, as musch as an acknowledgement that sometimes I get i:the way of my own flow.

“I’m sure that there are people out there who believe that bloggers are simply shouting fervent declarations into the void, but this will not always be the case… especially not in mine.

Except for those times when I clearly have the right of a situation and none of you do.

Yes, it happens – and it’s not my fault that it happen so very, very frequently. Those times when we are all of us trapped together in a House of Mirrors (not literally) – a state of existence in which Life begins to imitate Comedy (which itself started by caricaturing Life)… endlessly reflecting….

Until I prove definitively that Society is indeed to Blame, only to be reminded by all of you both ironically and definitively that I’m NOT observing Society from some abstract ‘other’ state and thus I too, must acknowledge my complicit involvement; must bear my share of the Blame.

Now, where was I? Oh yes…

Writing isn’t necessarily “committing” your thoughts to paper.


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Sunday, September 4, 2011 at 6:22 am

With a little help from my friends…

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Today I bought a lot of books in one of the few remaining second-hand book shops where the books are stacked almost to the ceiling, precariously hanging off and over shelves, full of forgotten lore….

It was exactly the same sort of sense of safety I used to get from hanging out in those places as a child… hundreds of thousands of impossible worlds, lives, adventures and tragedies stacked higgledy-piggledy against the fundamentals of physics, ‘Life-Lite’ Literature and motorcycle mechanics.

I stayed there for hours, and then made a deal with the owner so I can go back and clean up his comic collection.

It will give me an enormous sense of well-being, feeding some of my obsessive-compulsive tendencies, but also attempting to bring order to chaos, and to care for these objects, which are remnants of other people’s dreams or quest for knowledge.

Books are the shadow on the wall of Plato’s cave…

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at 11:58 pm


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“That’s Un-Australian,” you hear it all the time
But it bothers me our nationhood is so often defined
By the things that it is not
Instead of all the traits we’ve got…

Is it standing by your mate
When he’s in a fight
That he started with no provocation
With a brown man looking for an Aussie education…

Or just Vegemite
Which is owned by a US corporation
That went messing with our icon
For the iPod generation

And to sell more cheese (or cheese based products)

Once a livestock thief
Took shelter by a dirty creek
And killed himself when the police arrived…

Yes, we like to break the law
And never be accountable
We might say ‘sorry’, but it might take some time…

You might think my national pride
Is lacking in a way you can easily define

But when you call me Un-Australian
What you are really saying
Is that it’s Un-Australian
To aspire…

To a country where our dignity
Is inclusive and guaranteed
I won’t mind, I’ll be the first to fly the flag
When it is that time
I take responsibility
For working toward that reality
That’s what I’d like to leave behind…

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010 at 10:00 am

A thought for the weekend on public planning…

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An interesting piece of information came my way recently:

The (deceased) American poet Joyce Kilmer is most famous for the following lines:

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree

A memorial to Joyce Kilmer was erected in a park in Allegheny County in Pennsylvania featuring these lines.

In the early 80s, the Allegheny County Commission ordered two thirds of the trees in the park cut down because “the tree-line obscured views to the memorial and prevented visitors from reading the famous lines”.


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Friday, August 21, 2009 at 4:16 pm

Wildely inappropriate witticisms…

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You know how I feel about lies…
They’re only to be used offensively, not in self defense.

Everythings fine...

Everything's fine...

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Friday, July 24, 2009 at 5:42 pm

IN CONVERSATION WITH… Neighbourhood Watch

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AUDIO courtesy of your (my) friendly community radio statio… RTRFM


There’s an old man in my neighbourhood; his name is Ray
He can talk for half an hour; He can talk for half a day
Standing by the side of the road
Complaining about the green collection

He can talk your bloody arms off while you make a cup of tea
He says he doesn’t like the Council, but he likes community
He’s got an answer for everything
But he won’t run in the local election…

‘Cause Ray is the captain of the Neighbourhood Watch
Which means he watches the neighbourhood turning to pot
He seemed so happy when he signed us on the spot
But I hope he don’t expect much ’cause he will not get a lot…

We’ve all joined the Neighbourhood Watch
If you ever see our bins you’ll see the logo and the swatch
But we keep the bins inside, cause our neighbourhood sucks
So much.

We sit in our house; Afraid of all the sirens
And the hoons in stolen cars; and the burglar alarums
It’s a piece of paradise
Who’da thought it’d scare me quite this much…

But Ray is the captain of the Neighbourhood Watch
Which means he watches the neighbourhood turning to pot
He patrols by day, which doesn’t help a lot
When the neighbours kids are in your fridge, ’cause thieving’s thirsty work…

Written by Xab

Thursday, July 23, 2009 at 4:57 pm

New Shirt Design

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It’s not funny, and it’s not true… but if someone can make a credo out of  ‘just a band’, like hell I’m going to be left out of the cynical pleasure of dehumanising our shared experiences.

Just a Pump.

Just a Pump.

Wow… I *so* don’t feel better…

When cynicism and sarcasm fails to bring you joy, you are well and truly f*cked.

Written by Xab

Monday, July 20, 2009 at 10:49 am