erskine pushed his way thru the lamps and branches
it was a warm enchanted evening
and the stars promised action
the old year had ended
as years often do
and while the new one had not really began
he slipped into the margin
the penumbrae that exist in time
he explored a timeless feeling among the red n green lights
he didnt know anyone at the garden party
except of course
linda wong
the aging but still beautiful hostess and qi gong tycoon
who had taught him to pin men to the walls with his chi
who had shown him the silent place
who had stood on a mountaintop and flown
who had introduced him to opium
who had initiated him into animist pleasure
who had never held back from a happy ending
who now
even at her age
moved pantherlike amidst the cactii n shrubs
many of the guests were orientals
making erskine feel large pale n clumsy
they conversed rapidly in birdlike languages
the women twittering and singing
the men laughing musically
erskine knocked back his coca-buton
a liquor made from coca leaves
it was green n sweet
and it hit the spot
a small orkestra of gentle strings
the moons light diffused
and partially hidden behind pearl lined clouds
a perfumed garden indeed
the booze went to his head
a warm flush of blood
almost a slight passing sensation of dizziness
the booze spread outward
from a glowing glyph in his belly
to his cold extremities
new years eve
what was the new date again
1950 something
no that could not be right...
erskine bumped into a waiter
carrying a plate of small cakes
can i have one...?
the waiter smiles
go on go on
i choose a small berry thing
mmm nice says erskine
but theres a weird taste in there somewhere
erskine struggles to remember that taste
he looks up but the waiter has disappeared amongst the trees n guests
a shaft of silver moonlight illuminates the ornate ponds
vicious eels twist amongst the lilies and lotuses
peacocks drink at the edges
i sit on a bench and relax into the night
linda wong sits next me and takes my arm
having a good time?
i guess so..
having fun?
now linda, you know i dont believe in fun...
she paused in the darkness before saying
come with me into the house
without waiting for me to answer
she pulled me behind her
linda wong n erskine
before midnight
in the garden
the gazebos and statues of nymphs
the grapevines curling in trellises above them
a sweet mild breeze from the sea
white birds sat in the trees
her grip was strong on his arm
small manicured fingers
what is it linda?
where are we going?
you see! you see!
erskine followed her up the steps
inside a few waiters lingered in the kitchen
and a black cat...her familiar...slept alertly
in here in here she chirruped
pulling him down a hallway
then up a short flight of stairs
erskine could now look down at the party in the garden below
see the lanterns cheerful glow
hear the chatter
i could almost make out the words....
the woman lay in the deepening shadows of her room
she lit the pipe and lay there smoking
erskine just sat there in the darkness
the distant laughter of the party below them
that familiar smell
she handed him the pipe
it was like an elephant with a long long trunk
inside the elephants head a chunk of opium smouldered
erskine pulled down a few mouthfuls
can words take us into his dream?
a soft world
a cushioned existence
a plane of luxury
everything merging
the angles of the night
the womans soft voice whispering
do anything you like it says in my ear
anything? i say
anything you like....
the fans whirr on the ceiling
the black cat creeps into the room
the sea laps the shore
the sea takes the shore in its mouth
and the white waves turn red
the stars fall from the sky
as the old year dies
erskine redirects all his time
into her whole evening
let me watch he says
let me see
the calendar flaps in the breeze
years years years
the day waits at the door
a new day, shy and unsure
the party has ended
the waiters have gone
even the eels sleep dreamless in their ponds
it is now
erskine has dressed and stumbled away
its only me now
here
in the new year
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
2006 the 13th
oh my brothers n sisters of the blogge
its almost over
hold your breath till sunday night
maybe itll be alright
if you been reading
you'll know its been a bad year
grant died
aunty irene died
my mothers brother uncle sid died
lena larsson an old friend from sweden
ian cooke 46 camping with his son..an old neighbour of mine
both twillies diagnosed syringomyelia
elli operated but who knows outcome exactly?
their mother diagnosed brain growth.....
one op down
one to go
ian rilen sydney superstar succumbs to the big c
but all things must pass
but you never get used to it when it does
still the question what happens when we die is unanswered
the most pressing n important matter of all
but we all go on living like we're immortal
and putting off telling people we lovem n actualizing it
me included
getting all angry over a missed turn
being goaded n prodded to lose my temper
being grumpy n sour cos im stoned or tired
choosing to be on yer own when somebody needs ya
not visiting yer parents n family when ya gotta chance
getting miffed instead of getting into it
going off in huff instead of going with the flow
losing face n finding fault
chasing money youth fame power
avoiding poverty age infamy being humbled
still trying to fix things
rig things
control everything n everybody
getting bored real easy
not looking into peoples eyes
and never never never
being in the moment
right now
this one here
you see
its continuous
not frag-ment-ed
its one long song
but my mind is just up to its olde tricks
to keep the deep me
enthralled
but the deep me-being
is now letting ye olde mind n "personality" know
we will continue the revolution
however we can
and even if we cant stop the bad things
we gonna carry on with the good we can do from here
but oh mind...!
mind your mind if ya cant face yer face
mind your mind if ya cant race yer race
mind your mind
mind
time out of mind
why i gotta good mind to....
my stupid mind
can someone tell it to get out of the way
stop promising stuff
stop hanging around when its not needed
i mean my hands dont try n strangle me when theyre bored
they play the bass
they painting pictures
they type my blogge
they feel the chi
and then when i dont need em
they just lie or hang there
still n peaceful
but the mind....
its going all the time...
im swimming
my mind is going
think about the caravan
think about 4th form at lyneham high
think about ziggy stardust
think about mwps last e-mail
think about how bored you are
think about whether you can stop now
think about that argument you had
think about all the wicked lowdown nassty things you ever did
(boy theres a few laps there...)
think about that book youre sposed to write
think about sex
think about drugs
think about death
and all the time
the deep-me being
is trying to hush these voices
with force
or by subtleties
its trying to calm em down
not now not now it whispers amongst the clamour
fucking stupid mind
if it could shut down for 5 seconds
i would understand everything
but then i wouldnt need it
its a temporary system....
it doesnt wanna be replaced with the purest knowledge
it doesnt wanna be placated with deep calm n detachment
oh no
it wants to rev you up
it wants to get me going
and so too do people
the calmer i (try to) become
the moore they rev my engine
just to see if the olde me is still at home
(he is...under house arrest!)
but its my fault for letting them
this is my gnu yeers rezzolooshun
not to argue
not to argue
knot to r.gue
tim once said
theres 2 modes in the studio
argumentative or getting fucked over
meaning i guess
ya gotta fight fer what yer want
but if youre fighting...
havent you already lost the fight?
so i wanna be in the moment
not arguing some useless thing
using up my carefully cultivated chi chi gong
2006
the pleasure n the pain
what does it all mean now?
can i even really remember much at all?
rob dicko seems like hundred years ago
sitting in my kitchen 7 44
surrounded by an unseasonal mist..
think i'll go swimming
think i'll have a sauna n a real hot shower
and walk amongst my people
all them eurotrash tourists
the brazilian types
the jap tourists
(how thats racist idont know)
the yankee tourists with loud shirts n silent wives
the indians with their saris n castes
the local yokels rubbing their hands together
bondi is invaded by hordes of maurauding ninnies
getting sunburnt
eating breakfast
at the nauseating egg n bacon strip on campbell pde
getting parking tickets theyll never bother to pay
gettting dumped n thumped by surf that they have no clue about
dancing at dance parties and dropping E's
walking up the road carrying slabs of beer
and babbling like babel in a million languages
german chinese nigerian
the outdoor cafes swell to overflowing
money rains down on bondi
everyday not just sunday now
everyday for about 3 weeks
then one day...
then one day
inexplicably
theyre all gone
vanished
and where the glamourous italians n sunburnt irish once were
is only seagulls n a few lazy surfers n an olde fisherman
thats life
thats the cycle
thats the planet
that is in all things
see ya tomorrow
sk
x
its almost over
hold your breath till sunday night
maybe itll be alright
if you been reading
you'll know its been a bad year
grant died
aunty irene died
my mothers brother uncle sid died
lena larsson an old friend from sweden
ian cooke 46 camping with his son..an old neighbour of mine
both twillies diagnosed syringomyelia
elli operated but who knows outcome exactly?
their mother diagnosed brain growth.....
one op down
one to go
ian rilen sydney superstar succumbs to the big c
but all things must pass
but you never get used to it when it does
still the question what happens when we die is unanswered
the most pressing n important matter of all
but we all go on living like we're immortal
and putting off telling people we lovem n actualizing it
me included
getting all angry over a missed turn
being goaded n prodded to lose my temper
being grumpy n sour cos im stoned or tired
choosing to be on yer own when somebody needs ya
not visiting yer parents n family when ya gotta chance
getting miffed instead of getting into it
going off in huff instead of going with the flow
losing face n finding fault
chasing money youth fame power
avoiding poverty age infamy being humbled
still trying to fix things
rig things
control everything n everybody
getting bored real easy
not looking into peoples eyes
and never never never
being in the moment
right now
this one here
you see
its continuous
not frag-ment-ed
its one long song
but my mind is just up to its olde tricks
to keep the deep me
enthralled
but the deep me-being
is now letting ye olde mind n "personality" know
we will continue the revolution
however we can
and even if we cant stop the bad things
we gonna carry on with the good we can do from here
but oh mind...!
mind your mind if ya cant face yer face
mind your mind if ya cant race yer race
mind your mind
mind
time out of mind
why i gotta good mind to....
my stupid mind
can someone tell it to get out of the way
stop promising stuff
stop hanging around when its not needed
i mean my hands dont try n strangle me when theyre bored
they play the bass
they painting pictures
they type my blogge
they feel the chi
and then when i dont need em
they just lie or hang there
still n peaceful
but the mind....
its going all the time...
im swimming
my mind is going
think about the caravan
think about 4th form at lyneham high
think about ziggy stardust
think about mwps last e-mail
think about how bored you are
think about whether you can stop now
think about that argument you had
think about all the wicked lowdown nassty things you ever did
(boy theres a few laps there...)
think about that book youre sposed to write
think about sex
think about drugs
think about death
and all the time
the deep-me being
is trying to hush these voices
with force
or by subtleties
its trying to calm em down
not now not now it whispers amongst the clamour
fucking stupid mind
if it could shut down for 5 seconds
i would understand everything
but then i wouldnt need it
its a temporary system....
it doesnt wanna be replaced with the purest knowledge
it doesnt wanna be placated with deep calm n detachment
oh no
it wants to rev you up
it wants to get me going
and so too do people
the calmer i (try to) become
the moore they rev my engine
just to see if the olde me is still at home
(he is...under house arrest!)
but its my fault for letting them
this is my gnu yeers rezzolooshun
not to argue
not to argue
knot to r.gue
tim once said
theres 2 modes in the studio
argumentative or getting fucked over
meaning i guess
ya gotta fight fer what yer want
but if youre fighting...
havent you already lost the fight?
so i wanna be in the moment
not arguing some useless thing
using up my carefully cultivated chi chi gong
2006
the pleasure n the pain
what does it all mean now?
can i even really remember much at all?
rob dicko seems like hundred years ago
sitting in my kitchen 7 44
surrounded by an unseasonal mist..
think i'll go swimming
think i'll have a sauna n a real hot shower
and walk amongst my people
all them eurotrash tourists
the brazilian types
the jap tourists
(how thats racist idont know)
the yankee tourists with loud shirts n silent wives
the indians with their saris n castes
the local yokels rubbing their hands together
bondi is invaded by hordes of maurauding ninnies
getting sunburnt
eating breakfast
at the nauseating egg n bacon strip on campbell pde
getting parking tickets theyll never bother to pay
gettting dumped n thumped by surf that they have no clue about
dancing at dance parties and dropping E's
walking up the road carrying slabs of beer
and babbling like babel in a million languages
german chinese nigerian
the outdoor cafes swell to overflowing
money rains down on bondi
everyday not just sunday now
everyday for about 3 weeks
then one day...
then one day
inexplicably
theyre all gone
vanished
and where the glamourous italians n sunburnt irish once were
is only seagulls n a few lazy surfers n an olde fisherman
thats life
thats the cycle
thats the planet
that is in all things
see ya tomorrow
sk
x
Friday, December 29, 2006
a vote for zoe is a vote for freedom
http://www.noise.net/vote_for_art.asp
ok fiendss
im flexing my electoral muscle here...
i been called in as a numbers man...
my good friend zoe mcdonell
needs you to click on this address
and vote for her
so she can win this competition
and the ole time being can bathe in the reflected glow
of her wonderful success
and i'll be able to say
wow i knew someone who won 1st prize..
course..she probably wont talk to me after she wins it
winners are like that ive found
everyones a winner
everyone loves a winner
every child player must win a prize
and since im not supposed to grin
all we gotta do is win...
low after the winter
loser these vessels are full
drop between drop of moonshine
slipping on the surface of our day
ha!
they used to tell us at bully high
that it didnt matter if ya blah blah blah
it was the way you played the blah
but quite patently
they signalled the exact opposite
say what you like ...winning counts
i won an aria award once
a long time ago
i didnt turn up n collect the useless thing
if you accept an award then you confer power
on whoevers giving it to you
"i accept this award from you who are entitled to give it"
in this case
the people giving the awards
are a collection of greasy aussie music biz leaches
ex-journalists n talentless parasites
i only accept awards from my peers
and i didnt see my fuckin peers givin any out...
i aint gonna legitimize this crooked music biz scam
perpetuated by useless biznessmen who cant play a note
big fat wineslurping self congratulatory bores
getting their ugly faces in the "trades"
with their latest identikit signing
no thanks boys
i laugh at yer fucking awards n halls of fame
you think youre gonna tame us artistes with a plastic trophy
"aw thanks i hereby give up my integrity
to shake hands with this steak n wine monster
and accept this pathetic token
which means nothing
and is worth zilch"
gee i believe im ranting again
awards night is anathema
AVOID AVOID AVOID!
how you ever gonna take me seriously
if you see me accepting something from a tuxedoed "straight"
"oh thank you to the wonderful music bizness
for this lovely statuette
designed n made in homebush
out of real plastic
now i dont mind that
i never receive my royalties
now i dont mind that youve thought
of many ingenious ways to withhold my money
and blind me with paragraphs n lawyers
and basically youre living it large
and all us fuckin minstrels are strugglin'..."
anyway
i guess im digressing
i do that all the time
being of my peculiar nature
so ok
i abhor awards myself
but this...
this aint an award or a reward
its a prize
and my friend deserves to win it
and goddamn it, commenters
fiendss
fanss
subscribers n patrons
i aint ever asked much of ya before...have i?
but im asking ya now
im coming to ya on my cyber hans n neese
im saying if you love liberty
if you love fairness
if you love a blue sky
and real artists with red artistic blood
and you love our fair country
and you love our waye of life
and fresh air n clean water
then i charge you...
nay
i command you
vote zoe
vote zoe
vote zoe
if she wins
if she can tip some less deserving artist out of number one...
some artists who doesnt even know ...ME...(!?)
if she can achieve her destiny of winning this prize
this glittering prize off on a clear day
then i know
we can all sleep safe in our beds
that justice has been done
that youve played your part in changing this world
you stood up n said
bugger it!
im voting for young ms z
and there aint nothin' the republicans can do about it!
fuck stalin n hitler n genghis khan...my votes for zoe m
how will you be able to face yerself
if some other less deserving artist wins this prize
how will you look yer grandkids in the eye
when they ask ya
grandpa or grandma...
why didnt zoe win?
make it happen fiendss
zoes future
my future
hell...
the whole future of art
could be in yer hands
yer trembling hands....
what are ya waiting for?
havent i convinced ya yet?
why are you still reading this...?
yes you
you there
reading this bit instead of voting...
havent you been listening..
dont you want to avert a natural catastrophe...
could zoe not winning this affect global warm-upping
is zoes current 2nd status the reason for increased mid-east tensions?
what kinda world am i leaving to my kidss?
will i be happy if i check into a hotel
and zoes weird fabric art isnt all over my room?
look this about more than just art
its about....
its about...
its about so much that...
im dwarfed and humbled to even...
look the implications are huge
will you yourself gain or profit from zoes win?
well...
ITS VERY VERY LIKELY!!
just yesterday a lady emailed me
she said i voted for zoe
and i turned around and there was the hope diamond
on my kitchen table...
another man wrote to me and said
ive always wanted to be a doctor
but my grades were lousy
yesterday however i voted for zoe mcdonell
and 1 minute later
the royal college of surgeons offered my a position
operating on peoples brains!!!!
good on yer zoe!!
you see fiendss
you never know till ya try it..
and yer gotta be in it for zoe to win it!
now come sunday
if a certain disappointed artist is knocking on my door
weeping n wailing n gnashing her teeth
saying oh killer oh killer
i did not win...
then just remember
i know some of your addresses
and im gonna send round the cherch roadies to visit
and they dont muck around
knock knock
whos there?
the cherches aussie roadcrew
why?
seems miss zoe lost...
and the killa reckons you should be "sorted out"
(sound of door being kicked in)
anyway
y'all know what to do..
do it for justice
do it for the environment
do it for posterity
AND
prosperity
do it now!
click on the linky
AND VOTE!!!!
sk
ok fiendss
im flexing my electoral muscle here...
i been called in as a numbers man...
my good friend zoe mcdonell
needs you to click on this address
and vote for her
so she can win this competition
and the ole time being can bathe in the reflected glow
of her wonderful success
and i'll be able to say
wow i knew someone who won 1st prize..
course..she probably wont talk to me after she wins it
winners are like that ive found
everyones a winner
everyone loves a winner
every child player must win a prize
and since im not supposed to grin
all we gotta do is win...
low after the winter
loser these vessels are full
drop between drop of moonshine
slipping on the surface of our day
ha!
they used to tell us at bully high
that it didnt matter if ya blah blah blah
it was the way you played the blah
but quite patently
they signalled the exact opposite
say what you like ...winning counts
i won an aria award once
a long time ago
i didnt turn up n collect the useless thing
if you accept an award then you confer power
on whoevers giving it to you
"i accept this award from you who are entitled to give it"
in this case
the people giving the awards
are a collection of greasy aussie music biz leaches
ex-journalists n talentless parasites
i only accept awards from my peers
and i didnt see my fuckin peers givin any out...
i aint gonna legitimize this crooked music biz scam
perpetuated by useless biznessmen who cant play a note
big fat wineslurping self congratulatory bores
getting their ugly faces in the "trades"
with their latest identikit signing
no thanks boys
i laugh at yer fucking awards n halls of fame
you think youre gonna tame us artistes with a plastic trophy
"aw thanks i hereby give up my integrity
to shake hands with this steak n wine monster
and accept this pathetic token
which means nothing
and is worth zilch"
gee i believe im ranting again
awards night is anathema
AVOID AVOID AVOID!
how you ever gonna take me seriously
if you see me accepting something from a tuxedoed "straight"
"oh thank you to the wonderful music bizness
for this lovely statuette
designed n made in homebush
out of real plastic
now i dont mind that
i never receive my royalties
now i dont mind that youve thought
of many ingenious ways to withhold my money
and blind me with paragraphs n lawyers
and basically youre living it large
and all us fuckin minstrels are strugglin'..."
anyway
i guess im digressing
i do that all the time
being of my peculiar nature
so ok
i abhor awards myself
but this...
this aint an award or a reward
its a prize
and my friend deserves to win it
and goddamn it, commenters
fiendss
fanss
subscribers n patrons
i aint ever asked much of ya before...have i?
but im asking ya now
im coming to ya on my cyber hans n neese
im saying if you love liberty
if you love fairness
if you love a blue sky
and real artists with red artistic blood
and you love our fair country
and you love our waye of life
and fresh air n clean water
then i charge you...
nay
i command you
vote zoe
vote zoe
vote zoe
if she wins
if she can tip some less deserving artist out of number one...
some artists who doesnt even know ...ME...(!?)
if she can achieve her destiny of winning this prize
this glittering prize off on a clear day
then i know
we can all sleep safe in our beds
that justice has been done
that youve played your part in changing this world
you stood up n said
bugger it!
im voting for young ms z
and there aint nothin' the republicans can do about it!
fuck stalin n hitler n genghis khan...my votes for zoe m
how will you be able to face yerself
if some other less deserving artist wins this prize
how will you look yer grandkids in the eye
when they ask ya
grandpa or grandma...
why didnt zoe win?
make it happen fiendss
zoes future
my future
hell...
the whole future of art
could be in yer hands
yer trembling hands....
what are ya waiting for?
havent i convinced ya yet?
why are you still reading this...?
yes you
you there
reading this bit instead of voting...
havent you been listening..
dont you want to avert a natural catastrophe...
could zoe not winning this affect global warm-upping
is zoes current 2nd status the reason for increased mid-east tensions?
what kinda world am i leaving to my kidss?
will i be happy if i check into a hotel
and zoes weird fabric art isnt all over my room?
look this about more than just art
its about....
its about...
its about so much that...
im dwarfed and humbled to even...
look the implications are huge
will you yourself gain or profit from zoes win?
well...
ITS VERY VERY LIKELY!!
just yesterday a lady emailed me
she said i voted for zoe
and i turned around and there was the hope diamond
on my kitchen table...
another man wrote to me and said
ive always wanted to be a doctor
but my grades were lousy
yesterday however i voted for zoe mcdonell
and 1 minute later
the royal college of surgeons offered my a position
operating on peoples brains!!!!
good on yer zoe!!
you see fiendss
you never know till ya try it..
and yer gotta be in it for zoe to win it!
now come sunday
if a certain disappointed artist is knocking on my door
weeping n wailing n gnashing her teeth
saying oh killer oh killer
i did not win...
then just remember
i know some of your addresses
and im gonna send round the cherch roadies to visit
and they dont muck around
knock knock
whos there?
the cherches aussie roadcrew
why?
seems miss zoe lost...
and the killa reckons you should be "sorted out"
(sound of door being kicked in)
anyway
y'all know what to do..
do it for justice
do it for the environment
do it for posterity
AND
prosperity
do it now!
click on the linky
AND VOTE!!!!
sk
Thursday, December 28, 2006
listened but never heard, looked but never sore
dream n drift
tomorrow doesnt matter
yesterday is a memory
i am not one thing
evolution is a lie
they have no idea
how many levels are there?
the futures slide back one after another
is this a poem?
shouldnt you stop trying to understand it
ok count my blessings
here goes
1 um...
2 what....
3 alright stop...
where are my blessings?
oh.....those blessings...
its just that.....
all those bad things that happened
i mean i aint no gentleman jim
and....
should i tell you about...
CHORUS OF WHISPERING VOICES : yes yes yes
well you see i oughtnt to have ...
VOICES :go on go on
but ya see, i really wanted to...and...
VOICES : yes?
i never meant to...
VOICES : of course not
and im gonna try to....
VOICES :of course you will
the sound of the wind in lonely hills
a man trudging across a bleak landscape
the dull sun
the greenish sky
the man is old
his burden is great
the war ends here
the brambles are very sharp
crows circling slowly
mournful caw caw cawing
elegaic music please
an empty shell on a shore
a broken part
bottle tops n a bit of a net
a bridge over a murky creek
flame red leaves shuddering in reflection
snake glides thru water
hum of bee
rattle of wasps
i am not one thing
here and there
by and by
desolate faced woman
woe, man
woe betide me n you
woman tears make me laugh
what else is there but your grief?
mourning bewilders me
pain makes me hard
night brings out my worst
lovely nights when i wandered
here n there
by n by
the wires sing messages we'll never hear
the air is full of signal
but can you pick it up?
dont give me your old 123
dont forget the flotsam n jetstars
the crouching under cover
hailstones as big as planets
yes life designed itself
and this is all your accident...
but some of it was on purpose
or were you too mean to give it a meaning?
god it is just the way you said it would be
give or take a few things...
lonely man
barren moors
windswept
numb
salt
grey
VOICES: what do see?
i see nothing but the haze
VOICES: ah
i feel droplets on my skin
ive entered a cloud
i am an atmospherean
i look down on my old house
VOICES : what do you see now?
i see a man sitting at a keyboard n screen
VOICES : he sees himself
is that really me?
typing typing
what am i writing about?
VOICES : time and the distance
why?
VOICES : somebody must
oh
well ok
i guess i gotta do my.....
i mean...
and the answers...?
VOICES : forthcoming
when?
VOICES : soon
soon soon
soon
soon
soon soon
soon
soon
soon
so on
so on
+
so
on
tomorrow doesnt matter
yesterday is a memory
i am not one thing
evolution is a lie
they have no idea
how many levels are there?
the futures slide back one after another
is this a poem?
shouldnt you stop trying to understand it
ok count my blessings
here goes
1 um...
2 what....
3 alright stop...
where are my blessings?
oh.....those blessings...
its just that.....
all those bad things that happened
i mean i aint no gentleman jim
and....
should i tell you about...
CHORUS OF WHISPERING VOICES : yes yes yes
well you see i oughtnt to have ...
VOICES :go on go on
but ya see, i really wanted to...and...
VOICES : yes?
i never meant to...
VOICES : of course not
and im gonna try to....
VOICES :of course you will
the sound of the wind in lonely hills
a man trudging across a bleak landscape
the dull sun
the greenish sky
the man is old
his burden is great
the war ends here
the brambles are very sharp
crows circling slowly
mournful caw caw cawing
elegaic music please
an empty shell on a shore
a broken part
bottle tops n a bit of a net
a bridge over a murky creek
flame red leaves shuddering in reflection
snake glides thru water
hum of bee
rattle of wasps
i am not one thing
here and there
by and by
desolate faced woman
woe, man
woe betide me n you
woman tears make me laugh
what else is there but your grief?
mourning bewilders me
pain makes me hard
night brings out my worst
lovely nights when i wandered
here n there
by n by
the wires sing messages we'll never hear
the air is full of signal
but can you pick it up?
dont give me your old 123
dont forget the flotsam n jetstars
the crouching under cover
hailstones as big as planets
yes life designed itself
and this is all your accident...
but some of it was on purpose
or were you too mean to give it a meaning?
god it is just the way you said it would be
give or take a few things...
lonely man
barren moors
windswept
numb
salt
grey
VOICES: what do see?
i see nothing but the haze
VOICES: ah
i feel droplets on my skin
ive entered a cloud
i am an atmospherean
i look down on my old house
VOICES : what do you see now?
i see a man sitting at a keyboard n screen
VOICES : he sees himself
is that really me?
typing typing
what am i writing about?
VOICES : time and the distance
why?
VOICES : somebody must
oh
well ok
i guess i gotta do my.....
i mean...
and the answers...?
VOICES : forthcoming
when?
VOICES : soon
soon soon
soon
soon
soon soon
soon
soon
soon
so on
so on
+
so
on
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
the killer awoke before dawn...
befour i go all poeticle on ya
a huge grovelling kissing the feet with cherries on top thank you
to all my loverly subscribers
my patrons-of-the-blogge
my readers
my true fiendss
my well-wishers
my flock of sea-girls
my far flung constituency
from snowy canada to snowy mel-bjorn
from the far-east to the eastern suburbs
dave m yer there every day.(look your own fullstop)
you love me moore moor?
damo in purth
ah...ambientboy in sanfran
garratt....nah he always gets a mention..
eekly..did a iridescent portrait of minna last nite
indigorooby...such a nice one
andromeda...i can picture you...all swirly you are
persephone...how many pomegranites this time?
wheres p.savant these days....on flextime?
the dean who i had the plezsha of meeting +mrs dean=verry nice
megan the vegan....a charming childe
imber who im sure is more limber than any of you
oh
of course
b bon
out with it
are you a man or a woman????
hmm i not so sure now
why did we presume you were a bloke?
ah..d + t
who are the alpha n omega of cherchdom
god who have i forgotten
johnny hollywould
(cmon killer...are you drawing a blank?)
everyday i read the comments
and i want to remember certain names
but i always come up with the usual crowd
leelinau
little stick doll...hello dolly!
{(":?")}..dear sweet lady ...how art thou today?
samosanx who is sometimes a naughty kitty
(cmon killer...cmon)
uh....
theres at least 3 important names i have nevva mentioned..
but they read here every day
of course fandorin...who is a very demanding fiend
he likes it......but dont give him no second rate tripe
is he as demanding on himself one wonders...?
but merry humbmas steffo...you keep me honest...honestly
coming soon for you
slip slap slop...sks book of raising daughters
oh lord....those names...those names
all my richards.....
the man with many richards...
so many different names
me ..im stevie or steve
you can be rich
or you can be a ricky
or you can be a dick
its up to you really..
anyway
my brain just wrote to my mind
and it said
"re requested names from ye olde memory
we have thoroughly searched the files
and come up with nothing. the staff down here
in recent memories suggest a reduction
in combustibles" a. neuron
so im sorry
i bet i forgotten all my biggest subscribers too
the kaputnicks of ohio, de
who have given me their first born
to be raised as an apprentice being
he'll be taught and he'll be taut
but hardly ever torte
the successful candidate should have good peoples kills
and be able to procrastinate n vacillate and take
indeterminable teabrakes
an apprentice being will start out as a paisley dandy
and end up as a big-daddy bricklayer bloggin' beachcomber
his wages will come in chunks or not at all
his future will be passed
his career will careen
his graph will be gruff
his bark will be better than his byte
blah blah blah
moving right along
got involved in a big traffic jam in sydney
ended up in a queue in sydneys poshiest suburbs
eventually we park in a paddock
nk says whats a paddock? is this a paddock?
its an australian meadow or field i guess
meadows too fuckin' poetic for the aussies
we like to say paddock
eventualy we end up at designated picnic spot
us n 50 000 other people that is
well theres jlk n zoe the wunderkid
theres nanna joyce sitting on the only chair
a silver matriach who seems very wise n self contained
theres rusty n amy n kidss
my neice ms m is looking more n more glamourous
every time i see her
elli n minna running around
with all the impossible slenderness of youth
evie jumpin around with her hoola hoop
baby bumper waddling at hi speed
but oh no
aurora not feeling too good
hi temp
not eating
just lying there under a blanket
alternatively asking if
she can go for a swim
if not
can she go to the doctors...
we pack up our picnick eventually
when a girl next to us gets bitten by the nasty ant-like thing
the same thing thats mentioned in sealine
the minute the sting penetrates yer finger...
it got me n nk down here
when nk had first moved here
the pain is unbelievable
ive been stung n bitten by a few things
including a wasp in the mouth when i was trippin'
but this pain is EXCRUCIATING
the thing looks like an ant but has a stinger on its abdomen
its half red n half black n i only ever seen em at nielsens park
anyway this kid next to us starts screamin' blue murder
i knew it was this nasty thing at once
poor kid
it throbs unrelentingly for hours
anyway
boxing day is now an empty box
is that art?
bon bon?
is that art?
a huge grovelling kissing the feet with cherries on top thank you
to all my loverly subscribers
my patrons-of-the-blogge
my readers
my true fiendss
my well-wishers
my flock of sea-girls
my far flung constituency
from snowy canada to snowy mel-bjorn
from the far-east to the eastern suburbs
dave m yer there every day.(look your own fullstop)
you love me moore moor?
damo in purth
ah...ambientboy in sanfran
garratt....nah he always gets a mention..
eekly..did a iridescent portrait of minna last nite
indigorooby...such a nice one
andromeda...i can picture you...all swirly you are
persephone...how many pomegranites this time?
wheres p.savant these days....on flextime?
the dean who i had the plezsha of meeting +mrs dean=verry nice
megan the vegan....a charming childe
imber who im sure is more limber than any of you
oh
of course
b bon
out with it
are you a man or a woman????
hmm i not so sure now
why did we presume you were a bloke?
ah..d + t
who are the alpha n omega of cherchdom
god who have i forgotten
johnny hollywould
(cmon killer...are you drawing a blank?)
everyday i read the comments
and i want to remember certain names
but i always come up with the usual crowd
leelinau
little stick doll...hello dolly!
{(":?")}..dear sweet lady ...how art thou today?
samosanx who is sometimes a naughty kitty
(cmon killer...cmon)
uh....
theres at least 3 important names i have nevva mentioned..
but they read here every day
of course fandorin...who is a very demanding fiend
he likes it......but dont give him no second rate tripe
is he as demanding on himself one wonders...?
but merry humbmas steffo...you keep me honest...honestly
coming soon for you
slip slap slop...sks book of raising daughters
oh lord....those names...those names
all my richards.....
the man with many richards...
so many different names
me ..im stevie or steve
you can be rich
or you can be a ricky
or you can be a dick
its up to you really..
anyway
my brain just wrote to my mind
and it said
"re requested names from ye olde memory
we have thoroughly searched the files
and come up with nothing. the staff down here
in recent memories suggest a reduction
in combustibles" a. neuron
so im sorry
i bet i forgotten all my biggest subscribers too
the kaputnicks of ohio, de
who have given me their first born
to be raised as an apprentice being
he'll be taught and he'll be taut
but hardly ever torte
the successful candidate should have good peoples kills
and be able to procrastinate n vacillate and take
indeterminable teabrakes
an apprentice being will start out as a paisley dandy
and end up as a big-daddy bricklayer bloggin' beachcomber
his wages will come in chunks or not at all
his future will be passed
his career will careen
his graph will be gruff
his bark will be better than his byte
blah blah blah
moving right along
got involved in a big traffic jam in sydney
ended up in a queue in sydneys poshiest suburbs
eventually we park in a paddock
nk says whats a paddock? is this a paddock?
its an australian meadow or field i guess
meadows too fuckin' poetic for the aussies
we like to say paddock
eventualy we end up at designated picnic spot
us n 50 000 other people that is
well theres jlk n zoe the wunderkid
theres nanna joyce sitting on the only chair
a silver matriach who seems very wise n self contained
theres rusty n amy n kidss
my neice ms m is looking more n more glamourous
every time i see her
elli n minna running around
with all the impossible slenderness of youth
evie jumpin around with her hoola hoop
baby bumper waddling at hi speed
but oh no
aurora not feeling too good
hi temp
not eating
just lying there under a blanket
alternatively asking if
she can go for a swim
if not
can she go to the doctors...
we pack up our picnick eventually
when a girl next to us gets bitten by the nasty ant-like thing
the same thing thats mentioned in sealine
the minute the sting penetrates yer finger...
it got me n nk down here
when nk had first moved here
the pain is unbelievable
ive been stung n bitten by a few things
including a wasp in the mouth when i was trippin'
but this pain is EXCRUCIATING
the thing looks like an ant but has a stinger on its abdomen
its half red n half black n i only ever seen em at nielsens park
anyway this kid next to us starts screamin' blue murder
i knew it was this nasty thing at once
poor kid
it throbs unrelentingly for hours
anyway
boxing day is now an empty box
is that art?
bon bon?
is that art?
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
all the children they put ah flowers in their hair......but all the grownups they put ah daggers there, instead
presents opened safely
everyone fairly happy with their stash
not gonna bore ya with a long list of she got this
and she got that
after a while i go for a swim to bondi beach
its overcast n water is cold
there are big bouncer type guys checking yer bags to get on beach
what are you expecting i ask
sir we're expecting you to have fun!
i catch some moderate waves
but theyre breaking close to the shore
a few people in but not many
afterwards i do chi gong
buy a green tea n walk back home
thru the silent christmassy suburb
so nice to cruise thru the soundless streets
suddenly things take on significance
a flower here or there
a piece of wood n its patterns
a cluster of weeds
old names in the concrete
matt loves neige
theres only one neige i know
and thats peter k's daughter...hmmm...
i havent been feeling the best for a cuppla daze
despite the yoga n everything
kinda ever so slightly anxious
kinda achey
kinda tired
the sea has made me a bit better
i wunder if i been overdoing it lately?
just too much everything
i need a holidayfrom everything
oh the caravan down the south coast seems appealing
just ah me on my own
the luxuriating fields
the white noise of the surf
the birds in the flowering trees
no phone no computer
no people
what would my mind turn to....?
at lunchy time we drive up to visit joyce
whos at johns place
elli swears she sees kevin federline
(for some reason she pronounces it fedraline)
at a roof top party
so i scream out
hey fedraline! but no one looks up
elli says
oh exciting to think of a celebrity in bondi, daddy
i say
hes not a celebrity hes married to a celebrity
and i think
hey waita minnit...aint i a celebrity in bondi?
answer: nope
for xmas i finally getta copy of joycies book
(my mother has written a book called
the tale of the old iron pot
about her life
it only goes to 76 when my dad died)
wow its a nice book
pictures of my g.parents i aint ever seen
nice pictures of my dad
you can see at once my mum n dad are english
something about their smiles
my dads bad looking teeth
gee they were quite a glamourous cupple
i mean they had style....
so ive started reading it
a few ooh mum moments
a bit too much info sometimes
and i got really sad when her little puppy nell
got run over n she blamed herself
oh i felt that.......
i often wished i could go back in time
and change things for my mum n dad
they were pretty poor
and i think of the cold n damp of london
i been there sometimes n the only way
i could ever get warm
properly warm
was to have a hot bath
my parents childhood seemed so dickensian to me
all the kids in one bed n one bathwater
the book is an excellent read actually
looking forward to the bits about ME...
i think she wouldnt mind selling a few.....
i'll keep ya informed
seems it out on karmic hit
so pester jlk for one!
we have a cuppa tea n some english style cakey
my mother tells elli to stop bossing minna around
i dont boss her around says elli
everyone at the table raises their eyes upwards
some even dare to make scoffing sounds
yes you do says says nanna joyce
you were ordering her about just now
minna really enjoys all this
looking about
sorta there...i told you so
elli takes it good naturedly and eventually gives up her chair
not minna who she was ordering to relinquish her seat
"elli is happy to be able to offer you minnas seat" i had said
and everyone had a good giggle
we come home and me n the 2 lotsa twins hit the beach again
the suns out by now n the beach is pretty packed
tho the cold water keeps most of the johnny come latelys out
i catch a cuppla waves and theyre too close to the shore
and i very very narrowly miss out on hurting my stupid self
its easy to hurt yer back if ya hit the sand awkwardly
its strange to stand in the sea
and all around i can hear bloody pommies complaining about
how cold the water is....
go back to bloody ramsgate then you complaining pommy gits
see how sodding warm it is there in decembah!
after a while the water felt warmer than the surrounding air
eventually elli gotta bitta of an ear ache
and we went n had a shower at the north end
e + m split for jlks place where they were having christmas dinner
i stayed with the doodles who played on the muscle building equipment
while i observed humanity
for the guy who says i diss gays:
the gay community was well represented on the beach
a lot of them had bathers with the legend "budgie smuggler" on the bum
and reindear antlers of red foam
say whatever ya like about the gay boys n men
but i tell ya my children
they got better bods than the heteros
ooh such well defined abs n pecs
(didnt see any calves as nice as mine tho)
ya see although im a red blooded hetro yob
i do appreciate the lines of a handsome male physique
and im often staring at the men on the beach
more than the ladies
just something about the aesthetic of male lines n planes
its always interested me
(or am i just checking out the competition)
sadly a lot of the daddies on the beach
have big white beer guts n skinny pale legs
guys only in their 30s who already look totally fucked!
standin' at the edge of the water shivering n quaking
not daring to go in
go on mr biznesman
you need baptism in that marine nature
get your brut face n calvin klein underarms in that water!
jap tourists swarm everywhere
but they too seem afraid of the water
standing at its edge with their pants rolled up
and taking a million pictures
the italians have arrived too
kicking soccerballs around too close to the sunbathers
some of the reindear boys are being a little too amorous
do i have to really watch this on xmas day?
gee these guys must really be good friends......
oh doodles dont look..
what are they doing dad?
ah...i think theyre "wrestling"....
eventually me n tired doodles trudge wearily home
we have nks delishus leftover veg lasagne for tea
and we have one final walk around nine
aurora its cold bring yer jacket
no its ok im fine dad
no bring yer bloody jacket...its cold
its alright dad...im not cold
then five minutes into walk
big daddy who DID bring HIS jacket cos it WAS cold
has to take it off to give to aurora whos FREEZING HER ASSOFF!
bloody silly doodles!
come home
doodles n bumper eventually go to sleep
me n nk enjoy some champagne
by the lights of our christmas tree
today its boxing day
we're having a picnic for all killerbeys in nielsen park
mum, russell n amy n kids
johnny n zoe
doodles twillies bumpers
etc
have a good one folks!
sk
everyone fairly happy with their stash
not gonna bore ya with a long list of she got this
and she got that
after a while i go for a swim to bondi beach
its overcast n water is cold
there are big bouncer type guys checking yer bags to get on beach
what are you expecting i ask
sir we're expecting you to have fun!
i catch some moderate waves
but theyre breaking close to the shore
a few people in but not many
afterwards i do chi gong
buy a green tea n walk back home
thru the silent christmassy suburb
so nice to cruise thru the soundless streets
suddenly things take on significance
a flower here or there
a piece of wood n its patterns
a cluster of weeds
old names in the concrete
matt loves neige
theres only one neige i know
and thats peter k's daughter...hmmm...
i havent been feeling the best for a cuppla daze
despite the yoga n everything
kinda ever so slightly anxious
kinda achey
kinda tired
the sea has made me a bit better
i wunder if i been overdoing it lately?
just too much everything
i need a holidayfrom everything
oh the caravan down the south coast seems appealing
just ah me on my own
the luxuriating fields
the white noise of the surf
the birds in the flowering trees
no phone no computer
no people
what would my mind turn to....?
at lunchy time we drive up to visit joyce
whos at johns place
elli swears she sees kevin federline
(for some reason she pronounces it fedraline)
at a roof top party
so i scream out
hey fedraline! but no one looks up
elli says
oh exciting to think of a celebrity in bondi, daddy
i say
hes not a celebrity hes married to a celebrity
and i think
hey waita minnit...aint i a celebrity in bondi?
answer: nope
for xmas i finally getta copy of joycies book
(my mother has written a book called
the tale of the old iron pot
about her life
it only goes to 76 when my dad died)
wow its a nice book
pictures of my g.parents i aint ever seen
nice pictures of my dad
you can see at once my mum n dad are english
something about their smiles
my dads bad looking teeth
gee they were quite a glamourous cupple
i mean they had style....
so ive started reading it
a few ooh mum moments
a bit too much info sometimes
and i got really sad when her little puppy nell
got run over n she blamed herself
oh i felt that.......
i often wished i could go back in time
and change things for my mum n dad
they were pretty poor
and i think of the cold n damp of london
i been there sometimes n the only way
i could ever get warm
properly warm
was to have a hot bath
my parents childhood seemed so dickensian to me
all the kids in one bed n one bathwater
the book is an excellent read actually
looking forward to the bits about ME...
i think she wouldnt mind selling a few.....
i'll keep ya informed
seems it out on karmic hit
so pester jlk for one!
we have a cuppa tea n some english style cakey
my mother tells elli to stop bossing minna around
i dont boss her around says elli
everyone at the table raises their eyes upwards
some even dare to make scoffing sounds
yes you do says says nanna joyce
you were ordering her about just now
minna really enjoys all this
looking about
sorta there...i told you so
elli takes it good naturedly and eventually gives up her chair
not minna who she was ordering to relinquish her seat
"elli is happy to be able to offer you minnas seat" i had said
and everyone had a good giggle
we come home and me n the 2 lotsa twins hit the beach again
the suns out by now n the beach is pretty packed
tho the cold water keeps most of the johnny come latelys out
i catch a cuppla waves and theyre too close to the shore
and i very very narrowly miss out on hurting my stupid self
its easy to hurt yer back if ya hit the sand awkwardly
its strange to stand in the sea
and all around i can hear bloody pommies complaining about
how cold the water is....
go back to bloody ramsgate then you complaining pommy gits
see how sodding warm it is there in decembah!
after a while the water felt warmer than the surrounding air
eventually elli gotta bitta of an ear ache
and we went n had a shower at the north end
e + m split for jlks place where they were having christmas dinner
i stayed with the doodles who played on the muscle building equipment
while i observed humanity
for the guy who says i diss gays:
the gay community was well represented on the beach
a lot of them had bathers with the legend "budgie smuggler" on the bum
and reindear antlers of red foam
say whatever ya like about the gay boys n men
but i tell ya my children
they got better bods than the heteros
ooh such well defined abs n pecs
(didnt see any calves as nice as mine tho)
ya see although im a red blooded hetro yob
i do appreciate the lines of a handsome male physique
and im often staring at the men on the beach
more than the ladies
just something about the aesthetic of male lines n planes
its always interested me
(or am i just checking out the competition)
sadly a lot of the daddies on the beach
have big white beer guts n skinny pale legs
guys only in their 30s who already look totally fucked!
standin' at the edge of the water shivering n quaking
not daring to go in
go on mr biznesman
you need baptism in that marine nature
get your brut face n calvin klein underarms in that water!
jap tourists swarm everywhere
but they too seem afraid of the water
standing at its edge with their pants rolled up
and taking a million pictures
the italians have arrived too
kicking soccerballs around too close to the sunbathers
some of the reindear boys are being a little too amorous
do i have to really watch this on xmas day?
gee these guys must really be good friends......
oh doodles dont look..
what are they doing dad?
ah...i think theyre "wrestling"....
eventually me n tired doodles trudge wearily home
we have nks delishus leftover veg lasagne for tea
and we have one final walk around nine
aurora its cold bring yer jacket
no its ok im fine dad
no bring yer bloody jacket...its cold
its alright dad...im not cold
then five minutes into walk
big daddy who DID bring HIS jacket cos it WAS cold
has to take it off to give to aurora whos FREEZING HER ASSOFF!
bloody silly doodles!
come home
doodles n bumper eventually go to sleep
me n nk enjoy some champagne
by the lights of our christmas tree
today its boxing day
we're having a picnic for all killerbeys in nielsen park
mum, russell n amy n kids
johnny n zoe
doodles twillies bumpers
etc
have a good one folks!
sk
Monday, December 25, 2006
chris-mist , see zones grating, you'll tide, commercial oppurtunity, celebration of birth of israels boy-king, candy caines, tinsel and being jolly.
i cant believe the kids arent awake yet
its that big kahuna of all days
when kids get loadsa stuff
they dont really know the reason
and who cares anyway
if yer pair-ants give ya 500 bucks werth of toys
yer not gonna hang round and ask why why why?
at least i knew the story of baby jesus....
i wasnt sure what that had to do with my new battery powered tank
but at least i could draw some tenuous connexion
i start to try to tell story at our chrismas eve (n aurora) dinner
i start tellin em about ole king herod
how he wansta kill all the boys to get the right one
elli interrupts
no daddy thats pharoah n moses
no elli this was jesus n herod
no daddy was pharaoh n moses in the bullrushes
bullrushes? bullshit!
im talkin bout fucking king herod
you know
salome
johhny the bapp-tist
the 3 wise guys
i start reading my gideons bible that i nicked from a hotel to em
after a couple of lo n beholds
and a few it came to pass
the kids have totally lost any interest in our saviour
seems that all the kerfuffle surrounding his "birthday"
has totally obscured whatever message he had for them
you mean im sposed to be interested in some dead guy
who may have been called something else
who wasnt actually born today
who may have never existed...?
cant we just play with yonder toyz?
santa claus
why santa?
shouldnt it be san claus as in san francisco
not santa as in santa maria
is santa are friggin tranny?
and all those elves......
are elves christian?
im confused.....
isnt everyone?
uh oh
the doodles are now up
creeping around with wide open eyes
trying to get all the sleepers interested
now theyre hanging round our "tree"
but our tree never been in no forest.....
its metl n paper
can we start our pressie giving before twillies get up....?
n twillies never get up before about 12
ooh clash of agendas
twillies reckon shoulda been last night for pressies anyway
the euro way
no but we have to do it first thing chrissie day
so kiddiwinks have broken or bored with all stuff by noon
its a rainy day here too
thats unaustralian.....bad whether at chrismis
whoever hoid of such a thing
ok im gonna go now
will be back later for xmas re-cap
santa killer
its that big kahuna of all days
when kids get loadsa stuff
they dont really know the reason
and who cares anyway
if yer pair-ants give ya 500 bucks werth of toys
yer not gonna hang round and ask why why why?
at least i knew the story of baby jesus....
i wasnt sure what that had to do with my new battery powered tank
but at least i could draw some tenuous connexion
i start to try to tell story at our chrismas eve (n aurora) dinner
i start tellin em about ole king herod
how he wansta kill all the boys to get the right one
elli interrupts
no daddy thats pharoah n moses
no elli this was jesus n herod
no daddy was pharaoh n moses in the bullrushes
bullrushes? bullshit!
im talkin bout fucking king herod
you know
salome
johhny the bapp-tist
the 3 wise guys
i start reading my gideons bible that i nicked from a hotel to em
after a couple of lo n beholds
and a few it came to pass
the kids have totally lost any interest in our saviour
seems that all the kerfuffle surrounding his "birthday"
has totally obscured whatever message he had for them
you mean im sposed to be interested in some dead guy
who may have been called something else
who wasnt actually born today
who may have never existed...?
cant we just play with yonder toyz?
santa claus
why santa?
shouldnt it be san claus as in san francisco
not santa as in santa maria
is santa are friggin tranny?
and all those elves......
are elves christian?
im confused.....
isnt everyone?
uh oh
the doodles are now up
creeping around with wide open eyes
trying to get all the sleepers interested
now theyre hanging round our "tree"
but our tree never been in no forest.....
its metl n paper
can we start our pressie giving before twillies get up....?
n twillies never get up before about 12
ooh clash of agendas
twillies reckon shoulda been last night for pressies anyway
the euro way
no but we have to do it first thing chrissie day
so kiddiwinks have broken or bored with all stuff by noon
its a rainy day here too
thats unaustralian.....bad whether at chrismis
whoever hoid of such a thing
ok im gonna go now
will be back later for xmas re-cap
santa killer
Sunday, December 24, 2006
space clown
the crew at their stations
all hands on deck
the ship lurches n buckles
the night surrounds us with the stars
somethings come loose
and it bang bang bangs against us
as we shudderingly heave off
every rivet every last sprocket pushed into the metal
straining to hold it together
friction claws at us
its fingers sink into our skin
small fires break out along the fuselage
rapidly diminishing grey sphere
we pull away and out
backwards into nothing
the captain sleeps at the bridge
the motion of a dream guides her eyes
the arc of some light
the flash of an explosion way out there
the instruments detect and avoid
the engines white hot and singing now
re-attachment of memory
on the screen the radii move within 7 concentric circles
the navigator looks down at his hands
as they slide across the controls
a series of sudden jerks
port
starboard
port
starboard
some other dimension tries to claim us
its mouth opens
and our speed draws us in
the captain wakes up from her dream guidance
as we slide across 5 million years in a split second
zxzxzxzxzxzxzxz
the crackle of static
no one seems panicky as we fall softly thru time
some turbulence as the serrated edges of the wings open
atmospheric bursts intermittent buffering
everything shaking
the captains hair floats around her like a halo
her eyes are intent on the gauges
she winces as several indicators move into the red
the cabin becomes warmer
the navigator tears off his goggles and wipes away the sweat
in the nursery the pods fog over
the heliotropes wither suddenly
while the angelfruit blooms
upsidedown and insideout
i twist to avoid the motion
the cabin becomes hotter and hotter
my eyes and ears fill with sweat
then we smell the smoke
next minute water bursts from the roof
and an argument breaks out
keep it together the captain screams at me
but im too far away now
everything recedes
the navigator in slow motion
calculating his angles and his angels
the panels along the wall light up
a number of umbilicals have malfunctioned
the captain is talking to somebody out there
shes speaking in some other language
lightheadedness
abandon
something ahead
waiting for me
waiting waiting waiting
always waiting
waiting
slow down slowly
a motionless blip
approaching
forever
all hands on deck
the ship lurches n buckles
the night surrounds us with the stars
somethings come loose
and it bang bang bangs against us
as we shudderingly heave off
every rivet every last sprocket pushed into the metal
straining to hold it together
friction claws at us
its fingers sink into our skin
small fires break out along the fuselage
rapidly diminishing grey sphere
we pull away and out
backwards into nothing
the captain sleeps at the bridge
the motion of a dream guides her eyes
the arc of some light
the flash of an explosion way out there
the instruments detect and avoid
the engines white hot and singing now
re-attachment of memory
on the screen the radii move within 7 concentric circles
the navigator looks down at his hands
as they slide across the controls
a series of sudden jerks
port
starboard
port
starboard
some other dimension tries to claim us
its mouth opens
and our speed draws us in
the captain wakes up from her dream guidance
as we slide across 5 million years in a split second
zxzxzxzxzxzxzxz
the crackle of static
no one seems panicky as we fall softly thru time
some turbulence as the serrated edges of the wings open
atmospheric bursts intermittent buffering
everything shaking
the captains hair floats around her like a halo
her eyes are intent on the gauges
she winces as several indicators move into the red
the cabin becomes warmer
the navigator tears off his goggles and wipes away the sweat
in the nursery the pods fog over
the heliotropes wither suddenly
while the angelfruit blooms
upsidedown and insideout
i twist to avoid the motion
the cabin becomes hotter and hotter
my eyes and ears fill with sweat
then we smell the smoke
next minute water bursts from the roof
and an argument breaks out
keep it together the captain screams at me
but im too far away now
everything recedes
the navigator in slow motion
calculating his angles and his angels
the panels along the wall light up
a number of umbilicals have malfunctioned
the captain is talking to somebody out there
shes speaking in some other language
lightheadedness
abandon
something ahead
waiting for me
waiting waiting waiting
always waiting
waiting
slow down slowly
a motionless blip
approaching
forever
Saturday, December 23, 2006
weird love
me n aurora
and cliff martinez solaris soundtrack
aurora looks tired
we were out late
having a walk around
she didnt get to bed until around 10 15
but shes up early
afraid that she'll miss out on something
now heres a strange thing
when aurora n eve were three
they made up "the characters"
aurora became "booky girl"
who had a twin brother "booky boy"
eve was mussa magee
the names of the other "characters" were
teenan
chupa chinnick
leet
baversa
jackie boy
lumley mulligan
cottix
of course i joined in by being mr henderson
booky girls father
i pretended to carry a pipe
n i spoke like the major in fawlty towers
"I say...has anyone jollywell seen young booky girl?"
and i'd tap my imaginary pipe n cough n mutter
n carry on like an olde codger...
and strike me pink
if i dont come home this weekend with a pipe
its a prop for my part as peter in the play
and aurora keeps going n getting the pipe
dad...cant you be mr henderson
"why yes why oh hello booky girl
i ah expect your mothers getting tea ready for you and ah booky boy..."
and then i look down n see
that the booky girl in aurora really cares for her imaginary dad
stuffy olde bugger that he is
she gets up this smorning
as soon as shes awake
wheres the pipe dad?
her imagination lets it be
is this a metaphor for life
certain evil characters bestriding the world stage
they stick that metaphorical pipe in their mouths
and we believe it
they put on a suit
and their killing is civilised
elli n minna were up late watching movies
and entertaining a swedish friend
i think an early morning swim could be in order for doodles
maybe the bumper would appreciate a seaside romp
im attempting to relax today
i have realised im very very tense
and im finding it hard to truly relax
im always thinking of all the things i havent done
the things i havent sent
the emails unwritten
the heavy weight of possibilities
a quicksand of undone deeds sucking me down n down
thanks for all yessadaze commence
enjoy yer yule baby
thats what its there for
tonite the basement
tomorrow the world
sk
and cliff martinez solaris soundtrack
aurora looks tired
we were out late
having a walk around
she didnt get to bed until around 10 15
but shes up early
afraid that she'll miss out on something
now heres a strange thing
when aurora n eve were three
they made up "the characters"
aurora became "booky girl"
who had a twin brother "booky boy"
eve was mussa magee
the names of the other "characters" were
teenan
chupa chinnick
leet
baversa
jackie boy
lumley mulligan
cottix
of course i joined in by being mr henderson
booky girls father
i pretended to carry a pipe
n i spoke like the major in fawlty towers
"I say...has anyone jollywell seen young booky girl?"
and i'd tap my imaginary pipe n cough n mutter
n carry on like an olde codger...
and strike me pink
if i dont come home this weekend with a pipe
its a prop for my part as peter in the play
and aurora keeps going n getting the pipe
dad...cant you be mr henderson
"why yes why oh hello booky girl
i ah expect your mothers getting tea ready for you and ah booky boy..."
and then i look down n see
that the booky girl in aurora really cares for her imaginary dad
stuffy olde bugger that he is
she gets up this smorning
as soon as shes awake
wheres the pipe dad?
her imagination lets it be
is this a metaphor for life
certain evil characters bestriding the world stage
they stick that metaphorical pipe in their mouths
and we believe it
they put on a suit
and their killing is civilised
elli n minna were up late watching movies
and entertaining a swedish friend
i think an early morning swim could be in order for doodles
maybe the bumper would appreciate a seaside romp
im attempting to relax today
i have realised im very very tense
and im finding it hard to truly relax
im always thinking of all the things i havent done
the things i havent sent
the emails unwritten
the heavy weight of possibilities
a quicksand of undone deeds sucking me down n down
thanks for all yessadaze commence
enjoy yer yule baby
thats what its there for
tonite the basement
tomorrow the world
sk
Friday, December 22, 2006
is this the blogge that youve been waiting for? *
*probably not
the number of comments is way down
(tho nice to have the queen back...i was wurried bout ya!)
is this the xmas slump?
people im a jealous god n i need those comments...
otherwise am i just talking into the void...?
hello....is there anybody out there?
i love my regular people
you know who y'all are
rest-a-rant marko, anthony cee
richard mc healthy n good wife
little eeky, who is very naughty
decking the halls etc
verdy-lai
well-aska
jai-me
bonnie bon
dutchman
the wilde one from nz who is no carpet
cagey ole pagey
the manne with the mission
johnny "gee" garrotted
bri-anne smiff (a troo beleevah!)
groo-pee the chrissy
ry cst a shoulder of fortune discoverer of civilizations
baal.....how is mrs baal...?
d + t in syddley
sir gareth of knotts
who while being one of the handsomest knights
is, unfortunatly
one of my most hot-blooded men
having slain 3 or 4 perfectly innocent dragons....
andy pandy n the neptunic druids oh you guys wroc my main man
stealthywealthynwiseguys...mercy bow coo
poochie weild your axe
alt-rez in the frozen north
savant in the capital
all the rest of ya
christ do you think i can remember anything
my brain does hurt like a where house
i am cramming so many things in there
a loada new songs for space night
my lines from my play which is proceding spiffingly
having rehearsed inna fronta some of technicals last night
who said yes yes good work
me a pipe smokin' tweed wearin' "straight"
i say
now look here my dear fellow
i been watching this guy all our lives
i can do him if i want to
and i wanna nail all his twitchy nervousness
his outraged dignity
and his naive dopeyness
oh yes
i can talk in a posh accent too
my mums telephone voice
and the major
and the queen
and david coverdale
hang on a minute.....
david coverdale?
from whitesnake?
yes
david coverdale from whitesnake
possessor of one of the most hoity-toity accents ever
can you imagine him giving the other guys in his band
the pre-show motivational schpiel...?
"alright chaps....seems like words come down
and about jolly time, if you ask me
and it seems perfectly beastly
if we dont give these fellows
a ruddy good show and give them what for...
and jenkins on the bass there...?
""sir!"
i dont tolerate passengers on this ship, jenkins
you knew you were here to rock
and by jove
rock you shall!"
anyway
now ive way-laid myself again
ive set traps before i reached bombay
and i was gonna say
right at the start
just after the title
how about some new comments from some new commenters?
cmon....
whatcha made of?
are ya a smart-arse?
a fawning sinkofant?
a practicle man....
a busy house or mid wife...
a student at the school of hard knox?
perhaps youre a nasty lurker with nary an intension to subskrybe
or a generous dough-nater
it doesnt matter
nows the time to comment
eg
a sample comment
"er....ive never commented before so here goes
um....well..that was it!
b murgatroid
de."
thats it really
something pithy
something meaningful
something to change the world
just life in one sentence...its not hard
comment on the whether
you can criticize me too
eg
hippy dribble
stoned waffle of a charisma-less drongo
twilight ravings of doomed beatnik
slandoulous lies of a bitter lemon
gossipy tripe n bad poetry r us
naive ego-sentric olde tosser
in tedious self-congratulatory "free" prose
reads like the bastard offspring of yogi bear
n michael mooorcock
see?
you can say lovely kind things too
like
oh stevie youre so young
i wish i was pushing fifty three
and ive dyed all these white bits into my beard
just like you
signed
mrs c darwin
or
oh timeless being
ive followed you since day one
yes, i was there the day the cherch first rehearsed
outside the door
and i made a bootleg
and would you mind if i burned a few
and sold em..
just to friends n others
just a few thousand till i get me money back?
or even
killer i adore thee io io ao
anything will do
JUST DO SOMETHING
now
dont even wait till youve finished reading
comment now
hit that comment button hard!
send me a message
use it!
weve bought a hifi ipod for ourself for xmas
it cost 500 bux but it sounds amazin'
nk got it up the bloody junction
nice work nk!
listnin to harold buddy n billy nelson
oh so much detail in yonder sound
its about the size of a shoe-box
ipod sits on top
i tell ya olde t-being very happy with this device
anyway
im gonna split
its a overcaste day
n a little cool
of course im gonna hit the poole now
and doo my chi gong
mmm breathe deep that prana, childe
walk around
pay some bills
a man sent me a cheque
mr snow, youre not so colde...
thank you
i will banque it today
if it has not rubberised
someone sent me a twenny dollar bill in the post
well thank you everyone likes moneymail!
but beware
ive sent people money like that before too
and it usually disappears
theres some little bastard down the p.o.
with a fucking money detecting machine..
of course
i thank profusely my pay-trens
n my sub-skrypers
oh thank ye
the soy turkey is being plucked
ah the wee beeings will eat
and baby bum-pah says thank you folks
10 % of all money received will be donated to
the bumperfund
to pay for crushed pastels in carpet
drawing on the wall
weeing on the floor
dropping food everywhere
gates, locks, kiddy-proofing etc etc
broken sunglasses, schmeared cds n dvds
things dropped out windows
and for rubbing your chocolatey face on my washed black
alex grey t shirt!
goodbye
for to-day
s k
the number of comments is way down
(tho nice to have the queen back...i was wurried bout ya!)
is this the xmas slump?
people im a jealous god n i need those comments...
otherwise am i just talking into the void...?
hello....is there anybody out there?
i love my regular people
you know who y'all are
rest-a-rant marko, anthony cee
richard mc healthy n good wife
little eeky, who is very naughty
decking the halls etc
verdy-lai
well-aska
jai-me
bonnie bon
dutchman
the wilde one from nz who is no carpet
cagey ole pagey
the manne with the mission
johnny "gee" garrotted
bri-anne smiff (a troo beleevah!)
groo-pee the chrissy
ry cst a shoulder of fortune discoverer of civilizations
baal.....how is mrs baal...?
d + t in syddley
sir gareth of knotts
who while being one of the handsomest knights
is, unfortunatly
one of my most hot-blooded men
having slain 3 or 4 perfectly innocent dragons....
andy pandy n the neptunic druids oh you guys wroc my main man
stealthywealthynwiseguys...mercy bow coo
poochie weild your axe
alt-rez in the frozen north
savant in the capital
all the rest of ya
christ do you think i can remember anything
my brain does hurt like a where house
i am cramming so many things in there
a loada new songs for space night
my lines from my play which is proceding spiffingly
having rehearsed inna fronta some of technicals last night
who said yes yes good work
me a pipe smokin' tweed wearin' "straight"
i say
now look here my dear fellow
i been watching this guy all our lives
i can do him if i want to
and i wanna nail all his twitchy nervousness
his outraged dignity
and his naive dopeyness
oh yes
i can talk in a posh accent too
my mums telephone voice
and the major
and the queen
and david coverdale
hang on a minute.....
david coverdale?
from whitesnake?
yes
david coverdale from whitesnake
possessor of one of the most hoity-toity accents ever
can you imagine him giving the other guys in his band
the pre-show motivational schpiel...?
"alright chaps....seems like words come down
and about jolly time, if you ask me
and it seems perfectly beastly
if we dont give these fellows
a ruddy good show and give them what for...
and jenkins on the bass there...?
""sir!"
i dont tolerate passengers on this ship, jenkins
you knew you were here to rock
and by jove
rock you shall!"
anyway
now ive way-laid myself again
ive set traps before i reached bombay
and i was gonna say
right at the start
just after the title
how about some new comments from some new commenters?
cmon....
whatcha made of?
are ya a smart-arse?
a fawning sinkofant?
a practicle man....
a busy house or mid wife...
a student at the school of hard knox?
perhaps youre a nasty lurker with nary an intension to subskrybe
or a generous dough-nater
it doesnt matter
nows the time to comment
eg
a sample comment
"er....ive never commented before so here goes
um....well..that was it!
b murgatroid
de."
thats it really
something pithy
something meaningful
something to change the world
just life in one sentence...its not hard
comment on the whether
you can criticize me too
eg
hippy dribble
stoned waffle of a charisma-less drongo
twilight ravings of doomed beatnik
slandoulous lies of a bitter lemon
gossipy tripe n bad poetry r us
naive ego-sentric olde tosser
in tedious self-congratulatory "free" prose
reads like the bastard offspring of yogi bear
n michael mooorcock
see?
you can say lovely kind things too
like
oh stevie youre so young
i wish i was pushing fifty three
and ive dyed all these white bits into my beard
just like you
signed
mrs c darwin
or
oh timeless being
ive followed you since day one
yes, i was there the day the cherch first rehearsed
outside the door
and i made a bootleg
and would you mind if i burned a few
and sold em..
just to friends n others
just a few thousand till i get me money back?
or even
killer i adore thee io io ao
anything will do
JUST DO SOMETHING
now
dont even wait till youve finished reading
comment now
hit that comment button hard!
send me a message
use it!
weve bought a hifi ipod for ourself for xmas
it cost 500 bux but it sounds amazin'
nk got it up the bloody junction
nice work nk!
listnin to harold buddy n billy nelson
oh so much detail in yonder sound
its about the size of a shoe-box
ipod sits on top
i tell ya olde t-being very happy with this device
anyway
im gonna split
its a overcaste day
n a little cool
of course im gonna hit the poole now
and doo my chi gong
mmm breathe deep that prana, childe
walk around
pay some bills
a man sent me a cheque
mr snow, youre not so colde...
thank you
i will banque it today
if it has not rubberised
someone sent me a twenny dollar bill in the post
well thank you everyone likes moneymail!
but beware
ive sent people money like that before too
and it usually disappears
theres some little bastard down the p.o.
with a fucking money detecting machine..
of course
i thank profusely my pay-trens
n my sub-skrypers
oh thank ye
the soy turkey is being plucked
ah the wee beeings will eat
and baby bum-pah says thank you folks
10 % of all money received will be donated to
the bumperfund
to pay for crushed pastels in carpet
drawing on the wall
weeing on the floor
dropping food everywhere
gates, locks, kiddy-proofing etc etc
broken sunglasses, schmeared cds n dvds
things dropped out windows
and for rubbing your chocolatey face on my washed black
alex grey t shirt!
goodbye
for to-day
s k
Thursday, December 21, 2006
imp
a sodding little imp
has been ruining everything lately
drying out my wetsuit
raining on my dustjacket
my late is the imps early
the imp has changed all my songs
now all the good bits are gone
all replaced with pomp n weakness
my paintings too
blurry n awkward
why oh why does the imp do this to me?
turning my funny jokes into embarassing diatribes
making things fall down on my back
making me harsh n glazed
instead of warm n open
eating away at the fishes fins
making all the paper droop n curl
causing stinging creatures to seek my feet
helping itself to my little bit of time
detouring me thru the dark part of town
making me do things
i never would do
nasty little imp
reveal thyself
for i already know thy face
nasty little imp
bringer of the flies
pincher of babies
friend to the rat
defacer of beauty
blackener of youth
sightdimmer
a'lyon n a cheater
dealer of bad hands
the hider of little bags of preciouss
little imp
why why why
why did you detune my strings attached?
why did you alter the course of skyriver?
why did you boom boom instead of bang bang
you hampering little swine
wait till i get my hands around your
wait till i give ya a taste of
then im gonna
and i'll be thinking of how
you sabotaged my career
and i'll be thinking how
you engineered my downfall upscale
i'll be rememberin' how you dug those holes in my teeth
and filmed over my eyes
you nasty little imp
i abhor thee
who sent you here to persecute me thus?
why did you let down my tired tyres on the way to retire
and when can i have my future back...is it all gone now?
even the past no longer inviolate
you switching round my dreams n memories..my meams!
you cancelled long met appointments
you pretend to be me and ring up people
and say stupid things in my voice
and youve gossiped n bitched n boasted n bored
othertimes when someone rang who needed to talk
you answered as if you were i
and you feigned coldness aloofness greediness
and other lovely things youve now saddled me with
till im hoarse from shouting
you give gelatine sweets to my children
you put vodka in my juice
you put words in my mouth
you make smoke appear in my lungs
horrible little imp
go go go
now now
i hate what youve done to me
now goodbye
please
imp
has been ruining everything lately
drying out my wetsuit
raining on my dustjacket
my late is the imps early
the imp has changed all my songs
now all the good bits are gone
all replaced with pomp n weakness
my paintings too
blurry n awkward
why oh why does the imp do this to me?
turning my funny jokes into embarassing diatribes
making things fall down on my back
making me harsh n glazed
instead of warm n open
eating away at the fishes fins
making all the paper droop n curl
causing stinging creatures to seek my feet
helping itself to my little bit of time
detouring me thru the dark part of town
making me do things
i never would do
nasty little imp
reveal thyself
for i already know thy face
nasty little imp
bringer of the flies
pincher of babies
friend to the rat
defacer of beauty
blackener of youth
sightdimmer
a'lyon n a cheater
dealer of bad hands
the hider of little bags of preciouss
little imp
why why why
why did you detune my strings attached?
why did you alter the course of skyriver?
why did you boom boom instead of bang bang
you hampering little swine
wait till i get my hands around your
wait till i give ya a taste of
then im gonna
and i'll be thinking of how
you sabotaged my career
and i'll be thinking how
you engineered my downfall upscale
i'll be rememberin' how you dug those holes in my teeth
and filmed over my eyes
you nasty little imp
i abhor thee
who sent you here to persecute me thus?
why did you let down my tired tyres on the way to retire
and when can i have my future back...is it all gone now?
even the past no longer inviolate
you switching round my dreams n memories..my meams!
you cancelled long met appointments
you pretend to be me and ring up people
and say stupid things in my voice
and youve gossiped n bitched n boasted n bored
othertimes when someone rang who needed to talk
you answered as if you were i
and you feigned coldness aloofness greediness
and other lovely things youve now saddled me with
till im hoarse from shouting
you give gelatine sweets to my children
you put vodka in my juice
you put words in my mouth
you make smoke appear in my lungs
horrible little imp
go go go
now now
i hate what youve done to me
now goodbye
please
imp
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
look i knew what you were wishing for
oh being
oh being in love
oh time you olde gypsy man
will you not stay?
rainy rainy bondi morning
everyones asleep
breathe in
breathe out
today must rehurse with space band
for satdays space vege rock out
please come please. com
space rock: good for the body
good for the soul
think im gonna miss it?
betcha im gonna kiss it!
technicians of spaceship earth
this is the timebeing calling
the time being is dead!
my rocket explodes deep in your narrow night!
and i eject.....
sliding down all them stellar bodies
i, the time/space being
master of this universe
the bass guitar pumpin' n throbbin'
little robin.....
we been asleep nearly 2000 years
and now i awake and its so hard
it aches..
well i wanna crashland on venus
but what came imba tween us?
if i can hold on during sweet lift-off, fine...
the g-force lays me supine
gee...
my craft is steady...ultra- responsive
bio-engineered for smoother sailing
only the rushing is heard...
accelerate silently
then i lock in
on course
describing an arc in darkness
the drugs allow me to interpenetrate your sectors
my ship avoids comets n meteoric rises
seven times i cursed my seven tears
red shift
black dwarves
white hole sun
blue planets
other green worlds
im not your twentieth century man...oh no-o
rainfall of another planet
let your moons encircle me
let your skies fall around my ears
let your futures be realised here n now
n i dont wanna turn android
n i dont wanna be dis-stroyed
jus' help me avoid
this brainstorm...'ere i go....
beware of sonic anathema
watch this space
calibrate your instru-ments
check yer anchor
put down the revolution
heatseeker
staunch yer wounds
face the night
point me at the sky
and
GO!
oh being in love
oh time you olde gypsy man
will you not stay?
rainy rainy bondi morning
everyones asleep
breathe in
breathe out
today must rehurse with space band
for satdays space vege rock out
please come please. com
space rock: good for the body
good for the soul
think im gonna miss it?
betcha im gonna kiss it!
technicians of spaceship earth
this is the timebeing calling
the time being is dead!
my rocket explodes deep in your narrow night!
and i eject.....
sliding down all them stellar bodies
i, the time/space being
master of this universe
the bass guitar pumpin' n throbbin'
little robin.....
we been asleep nearly 2000 years
and now i awake and its so hard
it aches..
well i wanna crashland on venus
but what came imba tween us?
if i can hold on during sweet lift-off, fine...
the g-force lays me supine
gee...
my craft is steady...ultra- responsive
bio-engineered for smoother sailing
only the rushing is heard...
accelerate silently
then i lock in
on course
describing an arc in darkness
the drugs allow me to interpenetrate your sectors
my ship avoids comets n meteoric rises
seven times i cursed my seven tears
red shift
black dwarves
white hole sun
blue planets
other green worlds
im not your twentieth century man...oh no-o
rainfall of another planet
let your moons encircle me
let your skies fall around my ears
let your futures be realised here n now
n i dont wanna turn android
n i dont wanna be dis-stroyed
jus' help me avoid
this brainstorm...'ere i go....
beware of sonic anathema
watch this space
calibrate your instru-ments
check yer anchor
put down the revolution
heatseeker
staunch yer wounds
face the night
point me at the sky
and
GO!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
todays special starrs......please give a warm welcome to....THE TWILLIES
guest starring today, for the first time ever !
elli n minna
question 1 : What's it like having Steve Kilbey as a dad?
E : nothing special really, like a holiday-dad i guess... not that super cool as you guys may think.
M : it feels like I'm supposed to feel impressed, but the truth is that I don't give a damn... he could be a plumber for all I care..He always speaks his mind, which is good, but sometimes you just don't want to hear that your new pants are silly! He is not superdad, but he sure does have a great sense of humor! A bad thing is that he sometimes can lay guilt trips on you so you feel really bad..You'd understand if you were his daughter..Like you feel bad if you're to tired to go to the pool or whatever..Haha...or I don't know..
question 2 : What's it like being an identical twin?
E: I would say this is about the 1033434734343944384 time i answer this question, but the answer is always different. Today the answer is : It was perfect growing up, you were never alone, never spoilt.. It's good now because we share wardrobe and makeup, so i have loads and loads of that kind of stuff.. But it's soooooo annoying being mixed-up. it's like people on the outside don't see us as two individuals, we're one unit. that's really wrong. we don't have any of the same friends, any of the same interests, except clothes and partying i guess.. My worst nightmare would being stuck with her for the rest of my life! ( i love her, it's not that)
M: I agree, this is the billionth time I answer this question! The upside is that you have someone that you have a really inner connection with, that ALWAYS understands the way you're feeling and with one look can understand exactly what you're thinking. But to be honest, it's mostly pretty bad. You're ALWAYS getting mixed up and compared, everyone thinks we have the same personality and stuff. SO untrue! If we weren't related we probably wouldn't like each other at all. And it's always this underlying competition; who's the smartest, prettiest, funniest etc.. Quite tired of it actually....We're not that special, sometimes I just wish I was "normal", whatever that is?
question 3 : How did you come to liking The Kooks?
M: Um, I just randomly got sent a Kooks song from a friend who saw their video on some website and I thought they were good, so I downloaded some more of their songs and listened to them this summer..I think their songs are catchy and cute (do I dare to say original?) and I love their Brighton accents, haha...Anyway, didn't really know so much about them, wasn't so interested but in November I saw a poster with them on it and that they were having a concert so I went and it was great..I'm not a really big fan actually but I have a t-shirt with them on it so I guess that's why daddy asked this question..*And the singer is really hot, hahahha...
question 4 : What do you perceive as the differences between teenage life in Stockholm and Sydney?
M: First of all, there's a big difference between the people in Sydney and Stockholm in general because I think that Australians are more social,open and happier to strangers, like "How are you" from people you don't know, and I always seem to talk to people I don't know when I'm here...And that's the difference in teenage life too, in Sweden, you depend quite much on cliques. It's not so common that brats and punks socialize for example. You stay with people that are the same as you, and I must say that everyone is very judgemental, prejudice. But the teenagers I know here are really open and invtiting, ofcourse there are ratbags here but you know.. So I would say Stockholm is quite mean and not so outgoing, while Sydney is nice and social...Or I don't know..
E : Okay, I would say Sydney is like 100 times better than Stockholm. I like the people more, the environment is better, the city is cooler.. ! everything! The girls aren't as pretty here as in Sweden and the guys are waay hotter here! So that's just perfect! But I guess I only have this perception because I don't live here.. Ask me when I live here in a years time!
Final question :
Hopes and dreams for the future?
E : Not getting sick again, feeling like normal in my body, having kids that are perfectly healthy, having enough money, having a nice house in a nice suburb, having a nice clean car and a nice husband.. For my 20's I hope that I travel around the world, try new things, live and learn from my mistakes, have loads of friends all around the world.. To become a lawyer is my goal right now, but the big question is if I'm up for lawschool for 5 years... One thing I could do is launch H&M in Australia ! I would make a fortune!!! ( the best swedish shop ever... the coolest clothes, the best designers like Stella McCartney, Karl Lagerfeld, Viktor and Rolf.. It's cheap, everything is like 20 $ aus.. They have it in every country around the world except Australia !!!! wonder why ? ) I hope I live til' im old and I hope my family remains healthy and happy !
M: My hopes are mainly to just be a good person and to have a good life, feeling comfortable doing what I do. I want to meet interesting and positive people and I want to travel...I also want a couple of party years and just doing fun things.At the moment, my dream is to be a journalist, possibly a music journalist (sk hates them but WHATEVER) and maye write for Rolling Stone or something...staying healthy and beautiful!
***************************************************
meanwhile...
ah...
i er....
think im gonna do some more yoga..
and ...
i'll be back tomorrow with the bumpergate report
thats it
thanks to my readers n subscribers/donors
and a small technical note to them
who do or did send one dollar
paypal takes most of it at that rate
so better to do occaisional lump than constant one buck
but thank you to all concerned
some people have been extremely generous
and i have sold their names n addresses off
to junkmail companies
and mailing list pests
so a nice double whammy there!!!
no no no
everything is confidential
(mrs r kaputnick of ohio
did your husband know you $ent me THAT much??!!)
(and also
mr s hussein of baghdad
im sorry paypal does not except that currency
even if your face is on the hundred whatnot bill)
not to mention
mrs jenny taylor of croydon sydney
who asked for her money back
because shed meant to donate
100 bucks not a 1000
and seeing shes on a old age pension
i actually rang her personally(reverse charges tho)
to explain that
well
basically
finders keepers
losers etc etc
and finally
the guy who had the fertilizer delivered
with the card
"one lotta bullshit deserves another"
thanks
but that was my olde address
an islander bouncer lives there now...
(and he knows where ya live!)
now you may think im being paranoid
but i think with that money flowing
and swelling my coughers
i think the irs are watching me
apparently so many commenters in the u.s.
have sent so much yanqui moolah
down the shute to steve kilogram kilbey
that its created a kinda vortex
and im being blamed as a scapegoat
for your deffy-sit
(ooohhh its a big one!)
so please patrons
slow down
keep to six figure sums
dont put wrinkly money in the slot
a lot of american money has traces of cocaine on it
try and send me those bills in future
yes giovanni dolce of milano
i got yer 50 000 lires
i just bought a swizzle fucking stick with it!
thanks to the lady who said im too poor
to send ya money
but heres something i did at macrame...
thanks, there were mites in the rope...!
thanks to the guy who said
you should be paying me to read this garbage
yeah pal heres yer refund
ker-ching
0$
no but really folks
its very very nice
im coming round all of yer homes
one by one
when ya least expect it
we're going anti alfa bettic
so soon we'll be dropping in on all the time being fans
in zanzibar
bye bye
sk
elli n minna
question 1 : What's it like having Steve Kilbey as a dad?
E : nothing special really, like a holiday-dad i guess... not that super cool as you guys may think.
M : it feels like I'm supposed to feel impressed, but the truth is that I don't give a damn... he could be a plumber for all I care..He always speaks his mind, which is good, but sometimes you just don't want to hear that your new pants are silly! He is not superdad, but he sure does have a great sense of humor! A bad thing is that he sometimes can lay guilt trips on you so you feel really bad..You'd understand if you were his daughter..Like you feel bad if you're to tired to go to the pool or whatever..Haha...or I don't know..
question 2 : What's it like being an identical twin?
E: I would say this is about the 1033434734343944384 time i answer this question, but the answer is always different. Today the answer is : It was perfect growing up, you were never alone, never spoilt.. It's good now because we share wardrobe and makeup, so i have loads and loads of that kind of stuff.. But it's soooooo annoying being mixed-up. it's like people on the outside don't see us as two individuals, we're one unit. that's really wrong. we don't have any of the same friends, any of the same interests, except clothes and partying i guess.. My worst nightmare would being stuck with her for the rest of my life! ( i love her, it's not that)
M: I agree, this is the billionth time I answer this question! The upside is that you have someone that you have a really inner connection with, that ALWAYS understands the way you're feeling and with one look can understand exactly what you're thinking. But to be honest, it's mostly pretty bad. You're ALWAYS getting mixed up and compared, everyone thinks we have the same personality and stuff. SO untrue! If we weren't related we probably wouldn't like each other at all. And it's always this underlying competition; who's the smartest, prettiest, funniest etc.. Quite tired of it actually....We're not that special, sometimes I just wish I was "normal", whatever that is?
question 3 : How did you come to liking The Kooks?
M: Um, I just randomly got sent a Kooks song from a friend who saw their video on some website and I thought they were good, so I downloaded some more of their songs and listened to them this summer..I think their songs are catchy and cute (do I dare to say original?) and I love their Brighton accents, haha...Anyway, didn't really know so much about them, wasn't so interested but in November I saw a poster with them on it and that they were having a concert so I went and it was great..I'm not a really big fan actually but I have a t-shirt with them on it so I guess that's why daddy asked this question..*And the singer is really hot, hahahha...
question 4 : What do you perceive as the differences between teenage life in Stockholm and Sydney?
M: First of all, there's a big difference between the people in Sydney and Stockholm in general because I think that Australians are more social,open and happier to strangers, like "How are you" from people you don't know, and I always seem to talk to people I don't know when I'm here...And that's the difference in teenage life too, in Sweden, you depend quite much on cliques. It's not so common that brats and punks socialize for example. You stay with people that are the same as you, and I must say that everyone is very judgemental, prejudice. But the teenagers I know here are really open and invtiting, ofcourse there are ratbags here but you know.. So I would say Stockholm is quite mean and not so outgoing, while Sydney is nice and social...Or I don't know..
E : Okay, I would say Sydney is like 100 times better than Stockholm. I like the people more, the environment is better, the city is cooler.. ! everything! The girls aren't as pretty here as in Sweden and the guys are waay hotter here! So that's just perfect! But I guess I only have this perception because I don't live here.. Ask me when I live here in a years time!
Final question :
Hopes and dreams for the future?
E : Not getting sick again, feeling like normal in my body, having kids that are perfectly healthy, having enough money, having a nice house in a nice suburb, having a nice clean car and a nice husband.. For my 20's I hope that I travel around the world, try new things, live and learn from my mistakes, have loads of friends all around the world.. To become a lawyer is my goal right now, but the big question is if I'm up for lawschool for 5 years... One thing I could do is launch H&M in Australia ! I would make a fortune!!! ( the best swedish shop ever... the coolest clothes, the best designers like Stella McCartney, Karl Lagerfeld, Viktor and Rolf.. It's cheap, everything is like 20 $ aus.. They have it in every country around the world except Australia !!!! wonder why ? ) I hope I live til' im old and I hope my family remains healthy and happy !
M: My hopes are mainly to just be a good person and to have a good life, feeling comfortable doing what I do. I want to meet interesting and positive people and I want to travel...I also want a couple of party years and just doing fun things.At the moment, my dream is to be a journalist, possibly a music journalist (sk hates them but WHATEVER) and maye write for Rolling Stone or something...staying healthy and beautiful!
***************************************************
meanwhile...
ah...
i er....
think im gonna do some more yoga..
and ...
i'll be back tomorrow with the bumpergate report
thats it
thanks to my readers n subscribers/donors
and a small technical note to them
who do or did send one dollar
paypal takes most of it at that rate
so better to do occaisional lump than constant one buck
but thank you to all concerned
some people have been extremely generous
and i have sold their names n addresses off
to junkmail companies
and mailing list pests
so a nice double whammy there!!!
no no no
everything is confidential
(mrs r kaputnick of ohio
did your husband know you $ent me THAT much??!!)
(and also
mr s hussein of baghdad
im sorry paypal does not except that currency
even if your face is on the hundred whatnot bill)
not to mention
mrs jenny taylor of croydon sydney
who asked for her money back
because shed meant to donate
100 bucks not a 1000
and seeing shes on a old age pension
i actually rang her personally(reverse charges tho)
to explain that
well
basically
finders keepers
losers etc etc
and finally
the guy who had the fertilizer delivered
with the card
"one lotta bullshit deserves another"
thanks
but that was my olde address
an islander bouncer lives there now...
(and he knows where ya live!)
now you may think im being paranoid
but i think with that money flowing
and swelling my coughers
i think the irs are watching me
apparently so many commenters in the u.s.
have sent so much yanqui moolah
down the shute to steve kilogram kilbey
that its created a kinda vortex
and im being blamed as a scapegoat
for your deffy-sit
(ooohhh its a big one!)
so please patrons
slow down
keep to six figure sums
dont put wrinkly money in the slot
a lot of american money has traces of cocaine on it
try and send me those bills in future
yes giovanni dolce of milano
i got yer 50 000 lires
i just bought a swizzle fucking stick with it!
thanks to the lady who said im too poor
to send ya money
but heres something i did at macrame...
thanks, there were mites in the rope...!
thanks to the guy who said
you should be paying me to read this garbage
yeah pal heres yer refund
ker-ching
0$
no but really folks
its very very nice
im coming round all of yer homes
one by one
when ya least expect it
we're going anti alfa bettic
so soon we'll be dropping in on all the time being fans
in zanzibar
bye bye
sk
Monday, December 18, 2006
briz's bane
oh muse oh muse
here i am nevets
here i am sweet childe in time
where am where am i my muse
wil-os house little nevets in brrrs-baine
its warm n overcast little muse
aw, your favourite weather tiny nevets
kind wil-o nevets
to let nevets stay here
not nasssty hotel...ooh cold n unfeeling
oh thanks wil-o for my brekky juice
and for the water pressure
now muse i must smokemore
because my velocity has sagged
oh kind wil-o tuning nevetss guitar
no nevetss would never hurt kind wil-o ...not now
snap out of this!
oh sorry muse lassa nites gig us unbalanced me
a miasma even you could not penetrate
like releasing doves into a void
our songs n our jokes ....
where did they go
nevetss like your olde dreams
where did they go?
i play for hours n hours
up there in a cold blinding spotlight
my fingers aching n longing to disengage
my throat constricted n numb
i croak out my songs like an olde crow
i play with the dexterity of a doll-fin
we drum up a little little crowd
pygmy ordients
out there some where
like eldorado
hard to pull off the trick in these lounge room conditions
its like i told em last night
theres this film of me about 16
prince valiant hairdo
my silly violin bass unplugged in
(i had no real amp my fiendss)
and im going crazy on this silent film
my fingers running over the bass
at impossible lightnin' speed
it woulda actually sounded inaudible
except for a few thunka pop slap slap
and the faces im pulling....
every agony n the exstacy grimace n pout
as i try to play every note at once
then my father pans out
to show me standing there
in the middle of the lounge room
only my brother john about 3 or 4 at the time
standing there looking at me
as if nothing ridiculous aint happening
just par for the course stuff for those days
yes i was a tennis racket strummer
me n russell
russell had a badminton racquet...
i'd put on please please me
and do all the inbetween stage announcements
we gonna play anna
and i'd really go over the top on this song
cause i was boyishly enamoured with an anna at school
so i put a lot into my tennis racquet n mirror interpretation
muse...?
im listening nevets...
this was long ago
long before i first contacted thee
oh sweet n blessed day my muse
flatter me not foolish zeitbeing
i am your muse only
and when i die darling muse
do you die with me...?
oh no hush now mortal man
a muse cannot die
i will be transformed into your new muse
when you live in the white future
already foreseen n described n mapped in mimesis
you will call me wendy
oh ha ha thats it in a nutshell
meanwhile we sitting here
at wil-os v. pleasant abode
muse i must burn willows musical branches
must keep searching for the stuff i need
to keep searching for the stuff i need
must keep fighting this fight muse
stop struggling nevets...take some timeoff
a holiday...it would be so nice...
its true muse i suspect my sanity
talking to imaginaries
seeing voices
over n above me
hey ho whos there
mrs doasyouwouldbedoneby
and timebeing lives out his days
only time separating him from the ash
all this you see
and then
the white future
the colourless time
the peacefull moment
the long white night of the tyrant
the silent city
where nothing shall ever happen
is this it then muse?
yes yes maybe
but now we must away nevets
we must train your diamond eyed gaze elsewhere
brisappointment disbane
i just think the conditions werent right
not like in melba-beyorn
it happened there
but not here
tyvarr we say in swedish
fuck em if they cant take a joke
i say mostly when i know im wrong
but afterwoods
a few say
hey it was okay
ok?
sk
here i am nevets
here i am sweet childe in time
where am where am i my muse
wil-os house little nevets in brrrs-baine
its warm n overcast little muse
aw, your favourite weather tiny nevets
kind wil-o nevets
to let nevets stay here
not nasssty hotel...ooh cold n unfeeling
oh thanks wil-o for my brekky juice
and for the water pressure
now muse i must smokemore
because my velocity has sagged
oh kind wil-o tuning nevetss guitar
no nevetss would never hurt kind wil-o ...not now
snap out of this!
oh sorry muse lassa nites gig us unbalanced me
a miasma even you could not penetrate
like releasing doves into a void
our songs n our jokes ....
where did they go
nevetss like your olde dreams
where did they go?
i play for hours n hours
up there in a cold blinding spotlight
my fingers aching n longing to disengage
my throat constricted n numb
i croak out my songs like an olde crow
i play with the dexterity of a doll-fin
we drum up a little little crowd
pygmy ordients
out there some where
like eldorado
hard to pull off the trick in these lounge room conditions
its like i told em last night
theres this film of me about 16
prince valiant hairdo
my silly violin bass unplugged in
(i had no real amp my fiendss)
and im going crazy on this silent film
my fingers running over the bass
at impossible lightnin' speed
it woulda actually sounded inaudible
except for a few thunka pop slap slap
and the faces im pulling....
every agony n the exstacy grimace n pout
as i try to play every note at once
then my father pans out
to show me standing there
in the middle of the lounge room
only my brother john about 3 or 4 at the time
standing there looking at me
as if nothing ridiculous aint happening
just par for the course stuff for those days
yes i was a tennis racket strummer
me n russell
russell had a badminton racquet...
i'd put on please please me
and do all the inbetween stage announcements
we gonna play anna
and i'd really go over the top on this song
cause i was boyishly enamoured with an anna at school
so i put a lot into my tennis racquet n mirror interpretation
muse...?
im listening nevets...
this was long ago
long before i first contacted thee
oh sweet n blessed day my muse
flatter me not foolish zeitbeing
i am your muse only
and when i die darling muse
do you die with me...?
oh no hush now mortal man
a muse cannot die
i will be transformed into your new muse
when you live in the white future
already foreseen n described n mapped in mimesis
you will call me wendy
oh ha ha thats it in a nutshell
meanwhile we sitting here
at wil-os v. pleasant abode
muse i must burn willows musical branches
must keep searching for the stuff i need
to keep searching for the stuff i need
must keep fighting this fight muse
stop struggling nevets...take some timeoff
a holiday...it would be so nice...
its true muse i suspect my sanity
talking to imaginaries
seeing voices
over n above me
hey ho whos there
mrs doasyouwouldbedoneby
and timebeing lives out his days
only time separating him from the ash
all this you see
and then
the white future
the colourless time
the peacefull moment
the long white night of the tyrant
the silent city
where nothing shall ever happen
is this it then muse?
yes yes maybe
but now we must away nevets
we must train your diamond eyed gaze elsewhere
brisappointment disbane
i just think the conditions werent right
not like in melba-beyorn
it happened there
but not here
tyvarr we say in swedish
fuck em if they cant take a joke
i say mostly when i know im wrong
but afterwoods
a few say
hey it was okay
ok?
sk
Sunday, December 17, 2006
semi-automatic blogge
yeah
cascading shards of diamonds
living diamonds
the earth yields
sub-atomic bits n pieces
pseudo-ephedrine
everything belongs to her
a process of subtraction
from the marble a noble face emerges
quick the clarion call beckons to us
all
bird-phantoms shriek in the ether
the raw of great jets
and their vapours devouring the sky
bang as we crash into the thin air
somewhere in peaceful fields
i wrest control from the darkening elliptic
you see i quote imaginary poets
i sing songs written in a spiritworld
everytime i take no for an answer
everytime i swim in the rain
the hypodermic rain
needling the waters-skin
examining the nets...are they strong enough?
can natalie hold her picture together with one finger?
im sad now the musics broken
what light can be shed by a simple guarantee?
how many guineas for a pig?
and the naturals live naturally in a natural paradise
and the elementals have shared their hiding places
and the trees used to whisper
before virginia
send those ships back stranger
many after you coming
no turning them
we who thought we were heroes
were the fools n villains
but not me not me not me
they all cry
so i run down to the sea again n again
drowning all those voices in waters arms
wash my cares away in marine warmth
bubbles n soft tiny jellyfish
the tiny particles n pebbles n bits of glass
dancing as the wave lifts them
underwater great rocks grind n move
sea salt weeds flounder current snagged
private avenues leading to plush vestibules
antechambers adorned with fresh red flowers
bacchus grapes columns domino lakeview
naked as the night now
intertwined like vines
we ripple thru purple darkness
i imagine it again
and once more
for safety
cascading shards of diamonds
living diamonds
the earth yields
sub-atomic bits n pieces
pseudo-ephedrine
everything belongs to her
a process of subtraction
from the marble a noble face emerges
quick the clarion call beckons to us
all
bird-phantoms shriek in the ether
the raw of great jets
and their vapours devouring the sky
bang as we crash into the thin air
somewhere in peaceful fields
i wrest control from the darkening elliptic
you see i quote imaginary poets
i sing songs written in a spiritworld
everytime i take no for an answer
everytime i swim in the rain
the hypodermic rain
needling the waters-skin
examining the nets...are they strong enough?
can natalie hold her picture together with one finger?
im sad now the musics broken
what light can be shed by a simple guarantee?
how many guineas for a pig?
and the naturals live naturally in a natural paradise
and the elementals have shared their hiding places
and the trees used to whisper
before virginia
send those ships back stranger
many after you coming
no turning them
we who thought we were heroes
were the fools n villains
but not me not me not me
they all cry
so i run down to the sea again n again
drowning all those voices in waters arms
wash my cares away in marine warmth
bubbles n soft tiny jellyfish
the tiny particles n pebbles n bits of glass
dancing as the wave lifts them
underwater great rocks grind n move
sea salt weeds flounder current snagged
private avenues leading to plush vestibules
antechambers adorned with fresh red flowers
bacchus grapes columns domino lakeview
naked as the night now
intertwined like vines
we ripple thru purple darkness
i imagine it again
and once more
for safety
Saturday, December 16, 2006
selling kilbey by the blogge
g'morning fiendss
its 7.21 here chez kil
the olde zeitbeing is up early blogging away
faining to win the hearts of his patrons
yessaday a big day
an unseasonal cold wet spell has hit syddley
(global warming!?)
well i guess its more christmassy than blazing blue skies
elli n minna however are a little dismayed
theyd hoped for suntans n balmy days
but ended up with pouring rain and restless doodles
talking of doodles
me nk n b bumper drove out to toyz r uss in the horrible big place
as soon as olde sk walks in
just like superman being exposed to green kryptonite
the fluoro lites n the rows of soul-less toys starts doin' me head in
i start off with nausea and that slides downwards to a dull panic
is this my fault?
or have i just cultivated this bullshit to appear "above it all"?
you know
i do want to be above it all
dont you?
i just feel like all the time i spend on that kinda thing
in that kinda place hurts me..
although i dont resent or begrudge having been there
its just that...
i cant explain..
anyway nk is quite the opposite here
she runs round looking at things
eventually she asks if the bumper cant have her own "stuffed animal"
(an unfortunate saying...?)
shes already picked out this little bulldoggy one
and the bumpers arms go out n shes starts twitchin' n moanin'
like shes a zombie under a hex...
when shes gets the little bulldog in her arms
shes like a drowning man clutching at straws
a desperate cuddle like shes just found her little lost pup
eve n aurora getta loada stuff
i guess theyre gonna love it
but i guess im no longer a "toy" boy
meanwhile in the elli n minna show
things are par for the course
i blow it when i find out elli n minna are going to a party
all my eloquence
all my knowledge of language
disappears when i argue with either set of twins
and then they
just as i did
when i wassa precocious little smart-arse wally
they correct little details in what i say
i call the twillies doodles
and i call the doodles twillies
often in the heat of the moment
eg
twillies stop strangling the bumper!!!
er actually dad...we're the doodles....
or
in the car in a bizzy street
quickly doodles i cant stop here
where do you wanna be dropped off???!!!!
daddy you called us the doodles no daddy.....
(and thatd be in stereo in unison, folks)
anyhow the twillies are invited to a party
they immediately go on full defensive manoevres
when i try to "interrogate" elli
while minna joins in with angry jeers n outraged laughter
then their mother rings up
elli talks to her for a while n hangs up
what did she say about the party i ask
elli says its cool if you think so
well well well
hmmmmm...
the phone rings a minute later
seems that mama back in the olde country
reckons elli just hung up on her
and that it definitely aint that cool with her
elli keeps saying whatever to everyone
and i must say in the mouth of a petulant teenager
that it makes me feel like the major from fawlty towers
confronting the sheer immovable obstinancy of youth
i bluster about saying stuff that makes the twillies writhe
n exclaiming in swedish
sydneys a bit harder faster n nastier than stockholm i say
men herre gud minna splutters or "whatever" it was minna
if you read this blogge
i dont remember ALL the tiny details
the way you 2 apparently do
but i cannot complain
because i was exactly the same at this age
especially with my dad
when wed have arguments
my nonchalance over his "old-fashioned" ideals
my laziness n ingratitude etc
would infuriate him...
i never stopped loving the old boy for a moment
but i was amazed at my ability to get this normally placid guy
absolutely tongue tied n ready to murder me
well the twillies are a double blast of youthful euro insouciance
they can handle sydney and theyre horrified
when i say im gonna pick em up
no daddy! no o o o o oh!
well we all get a chance to play every role
it really doesnt seem that long ago
that i was the antagonist
and i was the rebel without a clause
so anyway
thats enuff of that stuff
fambleys can be ruff
tuff!!
lassa nite more rehearsals for the show
we spend lotsa time talking bout the characters
and i find it very helpful
for the 1 st time we run thru the first bit
off the book
no scripts
its a bit like having yer first swim without the floatie
nothing holding you up anymore
i dont do as bad as i thought i might
maybe not as good as i wanted either tho
but its starting to happen
like the choreography of a zebra n a lion
peter n jerry must seamlessly intertwine
we rehearse hard and we back up n down the play
fine tuning n even finer tuning
words n gestures must unravel fluidly fluently
it must seem like its happening
you gotta lock in like a musical duo
it aint about me
im a supporting character
and im glad too
im too olde to play jerry
and i could never remember the page after page
of the jerry n the dog speech
i get a new respect for actors
musicians can drift a little in their heads
actors gotta stay focussed baybee 100 %
you cant slip outta character for even a second
or yer illusion is shattered by a moments loss of concentration
so its quite tiring to run over scenes
again n again
cos you gotta keep giving it all you got
or you dont know what you got at all
the director thinks its going very well
and thats inspiring...right?
today is another overcast day
its so cold i got my socks n boots on
in the middle of australian summer
i believe that some sweet blessed rain fell
where it was needed
and we can only be thankful for that
the twillies are now up n haranguing me
as i write
anticipating todays blogs criticism
elis going whatever whatever whatever again
in my day id say to my dad
dont chuck a william about it
and my dad'd do just that
n chuck a fuckin' william
whatever that means
thats it!
sk
its 7.21 here chez kil
the olde zeitbeing is up early blogging away
faining to win the hearts of his patrons
yessaday a big day
an unseasonal cold wet spell has hit syddley
(global warming!?)
well i guess its more christmassy than blazing blue skies
elli n minna however are a little dismayed
theyd hoped for suntans n balmy days
but ended up with pouring rain and restless doodles
talking of doodles
me nk n b bumper drove out to toyz r uss in the horrible big place
as soon as olde sk walks in
just like superman being exposed to green kryptonite
the fluoro lites n the rows of soul-less toys starts doin' me head in
i start off with nausea and that slides downwards to a dull panic
is this my fault?
or have i just cultivated this bullshit to appear "above it all"?
you know
i do want to be above it all
dont you?
i just feel like all the time i spend on that kinda thing
in that kinda place hurts me..
although i dont resent or begrudge having been there
its just that...
i cant explain..
anyway nk is quite the opposite here
she runs round looking at things
eventually she asks if the bumper cant have her own "stuffed animal"
(an unfortunate saying...?)
shes already picked out this little bulldoggy one
and the bumpers arms go out n shes starts twitchin' n moanin'
like shes a zombie under a hex...
when shes gets the little bulldog in her arms
shes like a drowning man clutching at straws
a desperate cuddle like shes just found her little lost pup
eve n aurora getta loada stuff
i guess theyre gonna love it
but i guess im no longer a "toy" boy
meanwhile in the elli n minna show
things are par for the course
i blow it when i find out elli n minna are going to a party
all my eloquence
all my knowledge of language
disappears when i argue with either set of twins
and then they
just as i did
when i wassa precocious little smart-arse wally
they correct little details in what i say
i call the twillies doodles
and i call the doodles twillies
often in the heat of the moment
eg
twillies stop strangling the bumper!!!
er actually dad...we're the doodles....
or
in the car in a bizzy street
quickly doodles i cant stop here
where do you wanna be dropped off???!!!!
daddy you called us the doodles no daddy.....
(and thatd be in stereo in unison, folks)
anyhow the twillies are invited to a party
they immediately go on full defensive manoevres
when i try to "interrogate" elli
while minna joins in with angry jeers n outraged laughter
then their mother rings up
elli talks to her for a while n hangs up
what did she say about the party i ask
elli says its cool if you think so
well well well
hmmmmm...
the phone rings a minute later
seems that mama back in the olde country
reckons elli just hung up on her
and that it definitely aint that cool with her
elli keeps saying whatever to everyone
and i must say in the mouth of a petulant teenager
that it makes me feel like the major from fawlty towers
confronting the sheer immovable obstinancy of youth
i bluster about saying stuff that makes the twillies writhe
n exclaiming in swedish
sydneys a bit harder faster n nastier than stockholm i say
men herre gud minna splutters or "whatever" it was minna
if you read this blogge
i dont remember ALL the tiny details
the way you 2 apparently do
but i cannot complain
because i was exactly the same at this age
especially with my dad
when wed have arguments
my nonchalance over his "old-fashioned" ideals
my laziness n ingratitude etc
would infuriate him...
i never stopped loving the old boy for a moment
but i was amazed at my ability to get this normally placid guy
absolutely tongue tied n ready to murder me
well the twillies are a double blast of youthful euro insouciance
they can handle sydney and theyre horrified
when i say im gonna pick em up
no daddy! no o o o o oh!
well we all get a chance to play every role
it really doesnt seem that long ago
that i was the antagonist
and i was the rebel without a clause
so anyway
thats enuff of that stuff
fambleys can be ruff
tuff!!
lassa nite more rehearsals for the show
we spend lotsa time talking bout the characters
and i find it very helpful
for the 1 st time we run thru the first bit
off the book
no scripts
its a bit like having yer first swim without the floatie
nothing holding you up anymore
i dont do as bad as i thought i might
maybe not as good as i wanted either tho
but its starting to happen
like the choreography of a zebra n a lion
peter n jerry must seamlessly intertwine
we rehearse hard and we back up n down the play
fine tuning n even finer tuning
words n gestures must unravel fluidly fluently
it must seem like its happening
you gotta lock in like a musical duo
it aint about me
im a supporting character
and im glad too
im too olde to play jerry
and i could never remember the page after page
of the jerry n the dog speech
i get a new respect for actors
musicians can drift a little in their heads
actors gotta stay focussed baybee 100 %
you cant slip outta character for even a second
or yer illusion is shattered by a moments loss of concentration
so its quite tiring to run over scenes
again n again
cos you gotta keep giving it all you got
or you dont know what you got at all
the director thinks its going very well
and thats inspiring...right?
today is another overcast day
its so cold i got my socks n boots on
in the middle of australian summer
i believe that some sweet blessed rain fell
where it was needed
and we can only be thankful for that
the twillies are now up n haranguing me
as i write
anticipating todays blogs criticism
elis going whatever whatever whatever again
in my day id say to my dad
dont chuck a william about it
and my dad'd do just that
n chuck a fuckin' william
whatever that means
thats it!
sk
Friday, December 15, 2006
the kilbeings genesis
please please forgive me
there was nae internet in hotel
couldnot blogge yessasday
when i get home too much other things
melbjorne was a good gig
we played for hours n hours n hours
i drunk too many red bulls n jaegers....time warped
i was coming n going at the same time
it seemed i was on that stage my whole life
eternally strapped to guitar
singin' some song i no longer understand
the black room
the noise of the instruments lingering on
the faces in the audience slipping and changing
eternal song n dance men
knocking out our jive since year dot
we're early
we do our soundcheque
we're nice n polite to everyone too
we eat ourr din -dins
they had chargrilled tofu on a med stack
(mediterranean now synonomous with eggyplant n capsicum!)
plus a loada martys frenchfries (or chips as we used to say)
then back to hotel
wow poor olde melbjorne.....
i love this city my little pigs
and ive never seen anything like it...
except here before in the eighties
the entire city is in smoke...
the smoke from the hinterland fires
has drifted into melby
and permeates its streets like a fog
the whole city is full of smoke..
visibility about quarter of a mile
then everything fades to white
everybody still going about their bizzy-ness tho
lygon street in carlton where we stayed
is jumping n bumping
a thousand street cafes with an italian bent
people:wine, women n song...
pasta waiters long blacks n garlick bread
the next morning i buy yet another ganesha for nk
and a wheat grass juice at boost juice
the flight back to syddey is bumpy
i download songs from mwps hard-drive
trespass n selling england by genesis
the kooks cos theyre minnas favourite band
when i arrive home
the whole fambley waiting for me out the front
the twillies help with guitars
the doodles run around
scarlet going oooh oooh ....wow!
then i take some of em for a swim
yeah thats better
the sea washes away all the travelling...
then a gay olde man checks out my wedding tackle in the change room
came close to getting to check out my fist as well
just standing there gawking at me
as i take a shower
trying to keep up a conversation bout the weather
while hes looking at my credentials...
hey mister...be gay in yer own fucking cubicle...ok?
later i walk past him n his little boyfriend
and he says something bout me n they both titter
maybe next time i just should use the ladies.......
which reminds me
a few weeks back i get outta the pool
i walk in mens change rooms
im pulling off ye olde bathers
thinking vaguely to myself
wow that guy over there has strange looking back n bum
when blow me down
the bloke turns round n its a lady....
no lady dont scream....
yer in the wrong room.....ha ha ha
she scoops up a towel
n covers her confusion
n runs away
hmmmm
wonder if i could get away with it so easily...
i also got a lovely massage from a reiki guy
n boy did he have the power flowing thru his hands
chi n prana dripping from his yonder fingertips
the energy was flowing
in n out of my chakras we go
today i gota buy a divan for twillies
who are still jet lagged
then this afternoon more rehearsals for the play
i met an actor at a party who says hes in a musical
based on babes in wood
its on at the oprah house
and it includes under the milky weigh
hes got me some free tickets
he says the audience go crazy when that song comes on
last night baby bumper kicked me to sleep
i been sung to sleep
n rocked to sleep
but this is first time i been booted to sleep
hard little heels in my back
bang bang bang
oh thats nice...
but im too tired to care
i fall asleep anyway
wake up today
she pretends like nothing happened
shes got the twillies cooing n laughing at all her tricks now
oh daddy shes so cute!
yeah thats all she needs is more flattery
cos miss scarlet is rapidly becoming a law unto herself
baby bully-head
anyway
thats how i see it
today
at any rate
thanks to my subscribers
thanks to people who sent me stuff
i have received everything n im very great-full
finding it hard to keep up
neglecting everything n everyone
still aint done my xmas shopping (bah humbug!)
but we have a xmas tree with 8 different lighting permutations
1 blinding
2 headache inducing
3migraine inducing
4nauseating;ly fast
5 more nauseatingly fast
6 even more naus...oh excuse me...
7 hold on to yer baubles folks
8 off
what this has to do with jeesus christos
i am yet to ascertain
wasnt it hard getting candy cane in judea circa 1 bc
could the reindeers have actually been flying camels?
did herod try to kiss salome under the mistletoe?
im confused...what the fuck is christmas anyway...
it seems like a hodge podge of ideas
all superimposed on top of each other willy nilly
the only chrissy card ive received all year
is from the doodles jewish dentist
seasons greetings it said
nicely ambiguous but not offensive
it coulda said
merry xmas
but the real messiah is yet to appear
and thanks for the check-ups n polishing!
theyre are lots n lots of jewish people here in bondi
n eastern suburbs
so hanukah is pretty big here
as well
everyone likes a holiday thats for sure
and ironically
its self employed idiots like me who never get em
no 4 weeks on full pay for the olde kilbeing, steve timeby
just an endless stream of this n thats
until i go to the great northcote social club in the sky
where i will rock forever with hutch n karen carpenter
(i wonder if hes done for her what he did for kylie)
and speaking of her
didja see her french git olivier
after tellin' the world how he was gonna stand by her
thru "thick n thin"
(aint that a echo n the rabbitboys line?)
well hes run off with a foxier younger chick...!?
whod have thought it kylie?
youd imagine them french playboys 'd have more gumption
wouldnt ya?
anyway mr olivier..you better watch out if ya ever come downunder
cos we aussies dont like it when our songbirds are jilted
and we're not that big on the french either
after they cinque our boat the rainbow warrior...
and cos of their unpronouncable language
that makes us feel like philistines
and cos they aint produced any decent music except
serge gainsborough n air
n because
they still eat horse meat in paris!
(look children...heres the mane course)
anyway
thats enuff for one day
i still love you all
thanks to everyone concerned
love yer work
sk
there was nae internet in hotel
couldnot blogge yessasday
when i get home too much other things
melbjorne was a good gig
we played for hours n hours n hours
i drunk too many red bulls n jaegers....time warped
i was coming n going at the same time
it seemed i was on that stage my whole life
eternally strapped to guitar
singin' some song i no longer understand
the black room
the noise of the instruments lingering on
the faces in the audience slipping and changing
eternal song n dance men
knocking out our jive since year dot
we're early
we do our soundcheque
we're nice n polite to everyone too
we eat ourr din -dins
they had chargrilled tofu on a med stack
(mediterranean now synonomous with eggyplant n capsicum!)
plus a loada martys frenchfries (or chips as we used to say)
then back to hotel
wow poor olde melbjorne.....
i love this city my little pigs
and ive never seen anything like it...
except here before in the eighties
the entire city is in smoke...
the smoke from the hinterland fires
has drifted into melby
and permeates its streets like a fog
the whole city is full of smoke..
visibility about quarter of a mile
then everything fades to white
everybody still going about their bizzy-ness tho
lygon street in carlton where we stayed
is jumping n bumping
a thousand street cafes with an italian bent
people:wine, women n song...
pasta waiters long blacks n garlick bread
the next morning i buy yet another ganesha for nk
and a wheat grass juice at boost juice
the flight back to syddey is bumpy
i download songs from mwps hard-drive
trespass n selling england by genesis
the kooks cos theyre minnas favourite band
when i arrive home
the whole fambley waiting for me out the front
the twillies help with guitars
the doodles run around
scarlet going oooh oooh ....wow!
then i take some of em for a swim
yeah thats better
the sea washes away all the travelling...
then a gay olde man checks out my wedding tackle in the change room
came close to getting to check out my fist as well
just standing there gawking at me
as i take a shower
trying to keep up a conversation bout the weather
while hes looking at my credentials...
hey mister...be gay in yer own fucking cubicle...ok?
later i walk past him n his little boyfriend
and he says something bout me n they both titter
maybe next time i just should use the ladies.......
which reminds me
a few weeks back i get outta the pool
i walk in mens change rooms
im pulling off ye olde bathers
thinking vaguely to myself
wow that guy over there has strange looking back n bum
when blow me down
the bloke turns round n its a lady....
no lady dont scream....
yer in the wrong room.....ha ha ha
she scoops up a towel
n covers her confusion
n runs away
hmmmm
wonder if i could get away with it so easily...
i also got a lovely massage from a reiki guy
n boy did he have the power flowing thru his hands
chi n prana dripping from his yonder fingertips
the energy was flowing
in n out of my chakras we go
today i gota buy a divan for twillies
who are still jet lagged
then this afternoon more rehearsals for the play
i met an actor at a party who says hes in a musical
based on babes in wood
its on at the oprah house
and it includes under the milky weigh
hes got me some free tickets
he says the audience go crazy when that song comes on
last night baby bumper kicked me to sleep
i been sung to sleep
n rocked to sleep
but this is first time i been booted to sleep
hard little heels in my back
bang bang bang
oh thats nice...
but im too tired to care
i fall asleep anyway
wake up today
she pretends like nothing happened
shes got the twillies cooing n laughing at all her tricks now
oh daddy shes so cute!
yeah thats all she needs is more flattery
cos miss scarlet is rapidly becoming a law unto herself
baby bully-head
anyway
thats how i see it
today
at any rate
thanks to my subscribers
thanks to people who sent me stuff
i have received everything n im very great-full
finding it hard to keep up
neglecting everything n everyone
still aint done my xmas shopping (bah humbug!)
but we have a xmas tree with 8 different lighting permutations
1 blinding
2 headache inducing
3migraine inducing
4nauseating;ly fast
5 more nauseatingly fast
6 even more naus...oh excuse me...
7 hold on to yer baubles folks
8 off
what this has to do with jeesus christos
i am yet to ascertain
wasnt it hard getting candy cane in judea circa 1 bc
could the reindeers have actually been flying camels?
did herod try to kiss salome under the mistletoe?
im confused...what the fuck is christmas anyway...
it seems like a hodge podge of ideas
all superimposed on top of each other willy nilly
the only chrissy card ive received all year
is from the doodles jewish dentist
seasons greetings it said
nicely ambiguous but not offensive
it coulda said
merry xmas
but the real messiah is yet to appear
and thanks for the check-ups n polishing!
theyre are lots n lots of jewish people here in bondi
n eastern suburbs
so hanukah is pretty big here
as well
everyone likes a holiday thats for sure
and ironically
its self employed idiots like me who never get em
no 4 weeks on full pay for the olde kilbeing, steve timeby
just an endless stream of this n thats
until i go to the great northcote social club in the sky
where i will rock forever with hutch n karen carpenter
(i wonder if hes done for her what he did for kylie)
and speaking of her
didja see her french git olivier
after tellin' the world how he was gonna stand by her
thru "thick n thin"
(aint that a echo n the rabbitboys line?)
well hes run off with a foxier younger chick...!?
whod have thought it kylie?
youd imagine them french playboys 'd have more gumption
wouldnt ya?
anyway mr olivier..you better watch out if ya ever come downunder
cos we aussies dont like it when our songbirds are jilted
and we're not that big on the french either
after they cinque our boat the rainbow warrior...
and cos of their unpronouncable language
that makes us feel like philistines
and cos they aint produced any decent music except
serge gainsborough n air
n because
they still eat horse meat in paris!
(look children...heres the mane course)
anyway
thats enuff for one day
i still love you all
thanks to everyone concerned
love yer work
sk
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
strictly on the qt
so much in my head
that must be filtered slowly by my fingers
if i get a speech recognition apparatus
will it understand my hipster spelling?
for days now nk reminds me of an incident
and i say
must put it on the blogue
but now silly olde being has forgotten again
tonighty i hit melbjorne with em double you pee
apparantly he vs me you know
its so hard to believe i will leave the calm of my 7 am kitchen
for the smoke booze n grime of northcoat antisocial club
where i will strum n pluck
croon n shout
buckle n sway
plugged into my infallible muse
who will fill my head with sweet songs n words
and angry n sad words
and words to make you giggle or jeer
words about all the words that separate us my childe
words about words that came between us
must i use the same words to decry those words, my angel(s)?
anyway
there'll i'll be
good olde me playing n singin'
a good little show-biz trooper for yer commendations n kudos
put me on that small list
of the guys who try for ya everytime
the guys who are still lookin' for new chord progressions
new ways of saying things
new thrills n spills with electric guitars n drums
we are upholders of tradition
AND
explorers of new realms
we take best from past present n future
WE MAY HAVE ALREADY MADE THE BEST ROCK THAT WILL EVER BE MADE!!
its like a spoon, my little pigs
you cant improve on a spoon
it is already the fully evolved flower of possibility
not unlike , say....well you know
anyway
i must be digressing
cos ive lost the plot a little
oh
elli n minna went to bed about 3 in the afternoon yesterday
have since not emerged
despite offers of food n gossip rags
it appears teenagers will take sleep
over kevvy fedder-lion
if theyre really tired...
last night watched a film called mary
with julie bin-ochee and whatsisname the big black guy
with funny eye
and matty mo-dean
i rate it as a 3n a half outta five
nk gives same rating i guess
7 23 am now
getting closer to the actuality of taxi-airport
flight-airport-taxi-hotel-soundcheck-gig-hotel-sleep
taxi-airport-flight-airport-taxi-home
well i guess tomorrow morning this time
i'll be in melbourne
maybe if internet is ON i'll drop y'all a line
maybe waity for later....who can say..
who knows where the road will lead us
only a fool can say
but if im gonna love ya
its fer sure im gonna love ya
all the way......
all the way
sk
that must be filtered slowly by my fingers
if i get a speech recognition apparatus
will it understand my hipster spelling?
for days now nk reminds me of an incident
and i say
must put it on the blogue
but now silly olde being has forgotten again
tonighty i hit melbjorne with em double you pee
apparantly he vs me you know
its so hard to believe i will leave the calm of my 7 am kitchen
for the smoke booze n grime of northcoat antisocial club
where i will strum n pluck
croon n shout
buckle n sway
plugged into my infallible muse
who will fill my head with sweet songs n words
and angry n sad words
and words to make you giggle or jeer
words about all the words that separate us my childe
words about words that came between us
must i use the same words to decry those words, my angel(s)?
anyway
there'll i'll be
good olde me playing n singin'
a good little show-biz trooper for yer commendations n kudos
put me on that small list
of the guys who try for ya everytime
the guys who are still lookin' for new chord progressions
new ways of saying things
new thrills n spills with electric guitars n drums
we are upholders of tradition
AND
explorers of new realms
we take best from past present n future
WE MAY HAVE ALREADY MADE THE BEST ROCK THAT WILL EVER BE MADE!!
its like a spoon, my little pigs
you cant improve on a spoon
it is already the fully evolved flower of possibility
not unlike , say....well you know
anyway
i must be digressing
cos ive lost the plot a little
oh
elli n minna went to bed about 3 in the afternoon yesterday
have since not emerged
despite offers of food n gossip rags
it appears teenagers will take sleep
over kevvy fedder-lion
if theyre really tired...
last night watched a film called mary
with julie bin-ochee and whatsisname the big black guy
with funny eye
and matty mo-dean
i rate it as a 3n a half outta five
nk gives same rating i guess
7 23 am now
getting closer to the actuality of taxi-airport
flight-airport-taxi-hotel-soundcheck-gig-hotel-sleep
taxi-airport-flight-airport-taxi-home
well i guess tomorrow morning this time
i'll be in melbourne
maybe if internet is ON i'll drop y'all a line
maybe waity for later....who can say..
who knows where the road will lead us
only a fool can say
but if im gonna love ya
its fer sure im gonna love ya
all the way......
all the way
sk
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
mirage of convenience
lovely cold summer day
forlorn n empty sea beats uselessly
against the shore
elli n minna arrive
we see eve n aurora
performing
in song n dance number
at the pavillion
scarlet starts crying
the seagulls crying outside
the wind comes down from the south
ice cold
in a cafe
sipping warm drinks
the baby gabbles n gobbles a bickie
elli shows johnny her scar
minnas hair has been cut
the falcon purrs along to airport
the rain spits on the windscreen
the coast is wreathed in cloud
riders on the storm
dark wet night coming down
my wife waits up to soothe me
energy has engulfed me
the stars shine on opaquely
as the afternoon just vanishes
like a candle in a library
or a meaning in the hidden
the weary ones come home now
their day has come n vanished
along the coastal margins
the squeezing of big city
apparently im drifting
nothing left to hold me
approaching zero speed now
can you feel the rhythm
tell me what suggests it
tell me who you love me
walking in a circle
around the total centre
circling the salons
and vexing in the contrast
musical vespucci
parallel uni-cycle
oh thats good i grant you
singing all your old songs
forlorn n empty sea beats uselessly
against the shore
elli n minna arrive
we see eve n aurora
performing
in song n dance number
at the pavillion
scarlet starts crying
the seagulls crying outside
the wind comes down from the south
ice cold
in a cafe
sipping warm drinks
the baby gabbles n gobbles a bickie
elli shows johnny her scar
minnas hair has been cut
the falcon purrs along to airport
the rain spits on the windscreen
the coast is wreathed in cloud
riders on the storm
dark wet night coming down
my wife waits up to soothe me
energy has engulfed me
the stars shine on opaquely
as the afternoon just vanishes
like a candle in a library
or a meaning in the hidden
the weary ones come home now
their day has come n vanished
along the coastal margins
the squeezing of big city
apparently im drifting
nothing left to hold me
approaching zero speed now
can you feel the rhythm
tell me what suggests it
tell me who you love me
walking in a circle
around the total centre
circling the salons
and vexing in the contrast
musical vespucci
parallel uni-cycle
oh thats good i grant you
singing all your old songs
Monday, December 11, 2006
the arrival of the twillies
tomorrow the twillies come
9 30 in the morning
if youre out at sydney airport
youll see anxious daddy n 2 doodles
waiting for los twillies identicales
anna miranda jansson kilbey
elektra june jansson kilbey
(15 going on 27 says their mother)
minnas been hit in the face with a hockey stick
and an outbreak of pimples
poor minna arriving in oz with bruises n zits
minna has a lot of nicknames
the little cutie (from when shes wassa baby)
glow-worm
minni-bu-de-bum-bum
minnamala
skinny minny
choopa chinnick
mini-stroni
she reminds me of that actress
god i cant think of her name....uma thurman
minnas always been slightly smaller than elli
and tends to be victim to ellis bully
eg
its usually elli who gets minnas white jeans dirty
or borrows her handbag with all her stuff in it
you see ever since the twillies were born
theyve been imposing on each other
stealing the others thunder
raining on the others parade
the twillies actually go to separate schools
so little are they enamoured with being identi-twins
most of the kids at ellis school dont even know
she hassa a sister let alone identical twin
did i tell ya bout the time
minna being thoroughly pissed off with elli
and her unscheduled borrowing
turned up at ellis school
dressed as elli, flirting with the boys
n being cheeeky
people thought it was elli...how were they to know?
elli is the most like me of all my kids
she looks like me
she can act like me too
restless, flippant, iconoclastic
easily bored n argumentative
both the twills are doing ultra-well at school
almost straight As
its been a bit of a bad year for the twills
what with their cysts n their mums tumour
(had one op....waiting for another)
elli is kinda blase about everything now
a little distance to protect herself
the twillies speak with swedish accents
but their english is almost perfect
when they fight n argue its always in swedish
a loada yibber yabber sometimes followed with a slap
elli wont stop taking minnas stuff
n minna wont stop being outraged by it...
do they love each other?
yes
do they like each other?
not that much
its easier for the doodles
cos no one mixes em up
they aint identical
everyone knows evies the one with curly brown hair
and aurora with straight blonde
they know who they are
actually theyve always gotten on better than the twills
neither of them is dominant or even tries to be
whereas elli has always tried to dominate minna
the doodles were playing in their room for hours yesterday
no arguments no fighting, just co operation n fun
the twillies seem to incense each other
and they come to me with problems even solomon couldnt unravel
daddy she kicked me
but daddy she took my blah blah
no daddy its my blah blah
etc etc
when doodles carry on
i say
thats it!
or im gonna smack both yer bums
but you cant say that to the twillies...
you have to listen patiently to the endless petitioning..
daddy make her give me back my blah blah
quite frankly
im an olde guy of 52
i aint in the mood for all this gurlie malarkey
i dont care about yer squabbles
get it together!
n shuttup!
all that arguing n bitching makes me feel pressurized..
i just want a quiet life....ha ha ha...with this bunch...?!
so you can just imagine them arriving..all 3 of them
elli, minna and their perpetual argument
it makes me so sad....
unfortunately as well
elli n minna are deep into the goss rags n teen glossy-tripes
if you wanna know what kevin federlines wearing today
or some other idiots favourite colour
or why tom cruise-missile dropped lucy lastic
just ask the twillies
im geeing myself up here...
im so looking forward to seeing em
and you know what
the twillies dont pull no punches when it comes to me either
daddy i hate that silly music
when i put on bobby dylan or pink fluid
no daddy dont wear those clothes..
daddy how can you be tired..its only 3 in the morning...
then theres all the argy bargy between twillies n doodles
different alliances
random bullying
freezing the doodles out when its teenage stuff
all the carry-on you could imagine between
7 year old twins n 15 year old twins
and scarlet...
i know shes gonna get pulled around, pushed about
then suddenly abandoned
well thats life in a big family, kid
thats the bad bit bout being the baby
the twillies are gonna kill her with love
then suddenly lose interest if lindsay lohan comes on
(whoever the fuck that is)
so ya see i got my work cut out for me
its gonna be noisy expensive n exhausting
ok
i think im almost ready...
bring it on!
9 30 in the morning
if youre out at sydney airport
youll see anxious daddy n 2 doodles
waiting for los twillies identicales
anna miranda jansson kilbey
elektra june jansson kilbey
(15 going on 27 says their mother)
minnas been hit in the face with a hockey stick
and an outbreak of pimples
poor minna arriving in oz with bruises n zits
minna has a lot of nicknames
the little cutie (from when shes wassa baby)
glow-worm
minni-bu-de-bum-bum
minnamala
skinny minny
choopa chinnick
mini-stroni
she reminds me of that actress
god i cant think of her name....uma thurman
minnas always been slightly smaller than elli
and tends to be victim to ellis bully
eg
its usually elli who gets minnas white jeans dirty
or borrows her handbag with all her stuff in it
you see ever since the twillies were born
theyve been imposing on each other
stealing the others thunder
raining on the others parade
the twillies actually go to separate schools
so little are they enamoured with being identi-twins
most of the kids at ellis school dont even know
she hassa a sister let alone identical twin
did i tell ya bout the time
minna being thoroughly pissed off with elli
and her unscheduled borrowing
turned up at ellis school
dressed as elli, flirting with the boys
n being cheeeky
people thought it was elli...how were they to know?
elli is the most like me of all my kids
she looks like me
she can act like me too
restless, flippant, iconoclastic
easily bored n argumentative
both the twills are doing ultra-well at school
almost straight As
its been a bit of a bad year for the twills
what with their cysts n their mums tumour
(had one op....waiting for another)
elli is kinda blase about everything now
a little distance to protect herself
the twillies speak with swedish accents
but their english is almost perfect
when they fight n argue its always in swedish
a loada yibber yabber sometimes followed with a slap
elli wont stop taking minnas stuff
n minna wont stop being outraged by it...
do they love each other?
yes
do they like each other?
not that much
its easier for the doodles
cos no one mixes em up
they aint identical
everyone knows evies the one with curly brown hair
and aurora with straight blonde
they know who they are
actually theyve always gotten on better than the twills
neither of them is dominant or even tries to be
whereas elli has always tried to dominate minna
the doodles were playing in their room for hours yesterday
no arguments no fighting, just co operation n fun
the twillies seem to incense each other
and they come to me with problems even solomon couldnt unravel
daddy she kicked me
but daddy she took my blah blah
no daddy its my blah blah
etc etc
when doodles carry on
i say
thats it!
or im gonna smack both yer bums
but you cant say that to the twillies...
you have to listen patiently to the endless petitioning..
daddy make her give me back my blah blah
quite frankly
im an olde guy of 52
i aint in the mood for all this gurlie malarkey
i dont care about yer squabbles
get it together!
n shuttup!
all that arguing n bitching makes me feel pressurized..
i just want a quiet life....ha ha ha...with this bunch...?!
so you can just imagine them arriving..all 3 of them
elli, minna and their perpetual argument
it makes me so sad....
unfortunately as well
elli n minna are deep into the goss rags n teen glossy-tripes
if you wanna know what kevin federlines wearing today
or some other idiots favourite colour
or why tom cruise-missile dropped lucy lastic
just ask the twillies
im geeing myself up here...
im so looking forward to seeing em
and you know what
the twillies dont pull no punches when it comes to me either
daddy i hate that silly music
when i put on bobby dylan or pink fluid
no daddy dont wear those clothes..
daddy how can you be tired..its only 3 in the morning...
then theres all the argy bargy between twillies n doodles
different alliances
random bullying
freezing the doodles out when its teenage stuff
all the carry-on you could imagine between
7 year old twins n 15 year old twins
and scarlet...
i know shes gonna get pulled around, pushed about
then suddenly abandoned
well thats life in a big family, kid
thats the bad bit bout being the baby
the twillies are gonna kill her with love
then suddenly lose interest if lindsay lohan comes on
(whoever the fuck that is)
so ya see i got my work cut out for me
its gonna be noisy expensive n exhausting
ok
i think im almost ready...
bring it on!
Sunday, December 10, 2006
watch out, the worlds behind you...
sunday morning
sunday morning...
theres something in a sunday...
6.48 sunday
fripp n eno on escape pod
goji juice in hand
thc in bloodstream
pk portrait on bloodred background NEARLY completed
pete completed
yes and some wiley commenter points out
why aint sk the BLACK wiggle?
fuck, i could inject a bit of raw edge visceral humour
for the long sufferin' adults who are subjected to the wiggles
quite frankly have ya ever seen this stuff?
its enuff to drive even the sanest man(like mee!)
to go stark raving bonkers
its the most patronizing schmaltzy drippy corny
and awkward and mawkish and EMBARRASSING RUBBISH
i dont care if its made for kids
i woodna watched this malarkey when i was a kid!!!
would you?
kids arent all stupid
only some of em
in the same proportion as adults
some turkeys here
some genii there
beware
expose your kidss to this tripe
and bad results could follow
childhood is an important age ya know
if you expose yer kidss to nerdy blokes in skivvies
singing tuneless silly songs
you aint gonna get frida kahlo or johnny lennon outta it
it stands to reason
play em the church
your kids could be quoting the lyrics to the disillusionist
on the first day of school....
cmon
look i aint even gonna criticize the wiggles no more
its kinda like gawking at a traffic accident or something
but jeff n murray n stig
if ya do need a black wiggle with a bit of pizazz
and some new kiddy songs
ones that address real childrens issues
like
"popularity crisis in e flat minor"
and
"sibling strangler"
get the picture....im a vailabull
*************************
last nite me n evie starr attended a galllery opening n xmas party
at an exclusive private soiree eastern suburbs you werent there nyah nyah
bohemian bash in bondi
im just standing back as the attentive blogger
trying to capture it all for you
the colourful dresses swirl around
men with all varieties of facial hair
as we walk in evie spots her best friend from school
and shes off
leaving daddy-oh free to mingle
gee its the usual crowd plus...
society chicks with tit-jobs
gay cameramen
those brazilian types with porsches n pony-tails
where do they get all their money from? (ha-ha!)
theres lucian the director
theres andy whos having the exhibition
the gallery owner comes up n tells me how much he loves chrissy b hinde
too bad mah man...i have 0 free tickets for that
he also says hes waiting for a blind date to show
how long has she been without her eyesight i hilariously ask
another pissed man rushes over
"whos the black girl with the teeth?" he breathlessly asks
(can you believe this bullshit?)
whos the black girl without teeth i ask him back
he looks at me as if im crazy.....
i look around n evies leading a gang of kids
running around and carrying on with a good contact high
i summon her over
her cheeks are all red from running n excitement
"calm down eve!' i order her
sure dad and runs off to start it all up again
we move out to the huge yard dotted with sculptures
a band starts up
its david lane n some local players
wow
the place starts to fill up
i chat distractedly with a stream of people
steve this is my friend from argentina juan
steve this is joe blow from bingbong row
hi im steve....
see ya later man
theres some flyers there for our play
someone points me out to a pissed english prick
he comes over to me
beery winey breath in my face
OH ARE YOU AN ACT-TOR
he heavily stresses the tor bit of actor
not acta but act-tor
as i try to meekly say no, not really
he regales me with bullshit about act-tors
even tho i keep saying "well actually..."
and finally finishes with
MY BROTHER IS AN ACT-TOR, YOU KNOW
despite all this aggravation
when the idiot asks for a tobacco-less joint
i surprise my self with my good naturedness
as i catch myself saying in my best humble aussie accent
"i'll roll ya one, mate..."
when its done he snatches it away
greedily inhales half of it
gives it back n then ignores me from then on in
well it was a party i guess
you gotta expect to meet "characters" there
i hate some smartass being a "character" at my expense, tho
some drunk whos turned into w.b.yeats after 2 bottles of plonk
whos cornered ya at a bar and waxing all poetic in yer face
but not lettin' ya get a word in edgewise
jesus that gets my goat
i look around
and see eve has propped a ladder against a high wall
and is leading a gang of kids in an escape attempt
evie !
i yell
she comes over
did i tell you to calm down n take it easy?
yes dad
do ya think climbing ladders over walls is taking it easy?
no dad
bloody be'ave yerself eve or we'll both get bounced out...
ok dad
i have a little drink of red wine
oohh cheap n ruff
nasty stuff....mmm...i like it
now eve n cohorts have built a long jump
from some panels that may have been a "sculpture"
evie!!!
sorry dad
the dudes blind date turns up
uh oh
he wants me to meet the b.d. n her flatmate both english
the dude tries to tell em who i "am" but they never heard of me
but under the murky way was a hit in england he insists
no it werent ! me n the ladies say
the dude takes me aside
i like the flatmate more than the blind date he whispers
yeah i could see that coming i concur
what should i do ?he asks
(why is he asking me i dont know!)
well i say..
seeing a blind date is just a random blip
and a blind dates flatmate is another random blip
how can one random blip mind if you prefer the other?
yes yes he says but how will i ever split them up now? he asks
i look around
a band of jammers is jammin some jazz
n eve is dancing around like salome
waving her arms like a greek sybil talking to apollo
with her hair pulled back like that she could be a dryad
shes on a huge contact high from the party
n having a whale of a time
auroras gonna be angry she didnt come she calls out to me
finally im just standing there in the garden
in the darkness watching all the people do their things
the jostling n jockeying for position
the guys carrying on like peacocks
the aftershave n the cigarrettes n the booze n the schmoozin'
just older children thats all, after all
suddenly evie runs up looking upset
i couldnt find you daddy
her cheeks are red and shes all hot n sweaty
time to go miss starr i say
shes happy to leave too
and we exit into the warm bondi night
and we discuss the party on the way home
evies still sleeping in as i write this
laid out by her festive exertions
boy shes gonna be a wild party girl when she grows up
i stifle a shudder
well, maybe not
maybe she'll change....but i doubt it...
anyhow thats it for today
love etc
killer
sunday morning...
theres something in a sunday...
6.48 sunday
fripp n eno on escape pod
goji juice in hand
thc in bloodstream
pk portrait on bloodred background NEARLY completed
pete completed
yes and some wiley commenter points out
why aint sk the BLACK wiggle?
fuck, i could inject a bit of raw edge visceral humour
for the long sufferin' adults who are subjected to the wiggles
quite frankly have ya ever seen this stuff?
its enuff to drive even the sanest man(like mee!)
to go stark raving bonkers
its the most patronizing schmaltzy drippy corny
and awkward and mawkish and EMBARRASSING RUBBISH
i dont care if its made for kids
i woodna watched this malarkey when i was a kid!!!
would you?
kids arent all stupid
only some of em
in the same proportion as adults
some turkeys here
some genii there
beware
expose your kidss to this tripe
and bad results could follow
childhood is an important age ya know
if you expose yer kidss to nerdy blokes in skivvies
singing tuneless silly songs
you aint gonna get frida kahlo or johnny lennon outta it
it stands to reason
play em the church
your kids could be quoting the lyrics to the disillusionist
on the first day of school....
cmon
look i aint even gonna criticize the wiggles no more
its kinda like gawking at a traffic accident or something
but jeff n murray n stig
if ya do need a black wiggle with a bit of pizazz
and some new kiddy songs
ones that address real childrens issues
like
"popularity crisis in e flat minor"
and
"sibling strangler"
get the picture....im a vailabull
*************************
last nite me n evie starr attended a galllery opening n xmas party
at an exclusive private soiree eastern suburbs you werent there nyah nyah
bohemian bash in bondi
im just standing back as the attentive blogger
trying to capture it all for you
the colourful dresses swirl around
men with all varieties of facial hair
as we walk in evie spots her best friend from school
and shes off
leaving daddy-oh free to mingle
gee its the usual crowd plus...
society chicks with tit-jobs
gay cameramen
those brazilian types with porsches n pony-tails
where do they get all their money from? (ha-ha!)
theres lucian the director
theres andy whos having the exhibition
the gallery owner comes up n tells me how much he loves chrissy b hinde
too bad mah man...i have 0 free tickets for that
he also says hes waiting for a blind date to show
how long has she been without her eyesight i hilariously ask
another pissed man rushes over
"whos the black girl with the teeth?" he breathlessly asks
(can you believe this bullshit?)
whos the black girl without teeth i ask him back
he looks at me as if im crazy.....
i look around n evies leading a gang of kids
running around and carrying on with a good contact high
i summon her over
her cheeks are all red from running n excitement
"calm down eve!' i order her
sure dad and runs off to start it all up again
we move out to the huge yard dotted with sculptures
a band starts up
its david lane n some local players
wow
the place starts to fill up
i chat distractedly with a stream of people
steve this is my friend from argentina juan
steve this is joe blow from bingbong row
hi im steve....
see ya later man
theres some flyers there for our play
someone points me out to a pissed english prick
he comes over to me
beery winey breath in my face
OH ARE YOU AN ACT-TOR
he heavily stresses the tor bit of actor
not acta but act-tor
as i try to meekly say no, not really
he regales me with bullshit about act-tors
even tho i keep saying "well actually..."
and finally finishes with
MY BROTHER IS AN ACT-TOR, YOU KNOW
despite all this aggravation
when the idiot asks for a tobacco-less joint
i surprise my self with my good naturedness
as i catch myself saying in my best humble aussie accent
"i'll roll ya one, mate..."
when its done he snatches it away
greedily inhales half of it
gives it back n then ignores me from then on in
well it was a party i guess
you gotta expect to meet "characters" there
i hate some smartass being a "character" at my expense, tho
some drunk whos turned into w.b.yeats after 2 bottles of plonk
whos cornered ya at a bar and waxing all poetic in yer face
but not lettin' ya get a word in edgewise
jesus that gets my goat
i look around
and see eve has propped a ladder against a high wall
and is leading a gang of kids in an escape attempt
evie !
i yell
she comes over
did i tell you to calm down n take it easy?
yes dad
do ya think climbing ladders over walls is taking it easy?
no dad
bloody be'ave yerself eve or we'll both get bounced out...
ok dad
i have a little drink of red wine
oohh cheap n ruff
nasty stuff....mmm...i like it
now eve n cohorts have built a long jump
from some panels that may have been a "sculpture"
evie!!!
sorry dad
the dudes blind date turns up
uh oh
he wants me to meet the b.d. n her flatmate both english
the dude tries to tell em who i "am" but they never heard of me
but under the murky way was a hit in england he insists
no it werent ! me n the ladies say
the dude takes me aside
i like the flatmate more than the blind date he whispers
yeah i could see that coming i concur
what should i do ?he asks
(why is he asking me i dont know!)
well i say..
seeing a blind date is just a random blip
and a blind dates flatmate is another random blip
how can one random blip mind if you prefer the other?
yes yes he says but how will i ever split them up now? he asks
i look around
a band of jammers is jammin some jazz
n eve is dancing around like salome
waving her arms like a greek sybil talking to apollo
with her hair pulled back like that she could be a dryad
shes on a huge contact high from the party
n having a whale of a time
auroras gonna be angry she didnt come she calls out to me
finally im just standing there in the garden
in the darkness watching all the people do their things
the jostling n jockeying for position
the guys carrying on like peacocks
the aftershave n the cigarrettes n the booze n the schmoozin'
just older children thats all, after all
suddenly evie runs up looking upset
i couldnt find you daddy
her cheeks are red and shes all hot n sweaty
time to go miss starr i say
shes happy to leave too
and we exit into the warm bondi night
and we discuss the party on the way home
evies still sleeping in as i write this
laid out by her festive exertions
boy shes gonna be a wild party girl when she grows up
i stifle a shudder
well, maybe not
maybe she'll change....but i doubt it...
anyhow thats it for today
love etc
killer
Saturday, December 09, 2006
drive-in saturday
overcast warm morning
will write blogge then take los nipper doodelles
to la plage and la mer
buy some pears...yeah you know the usual routine
im list'ning to mimesis 2 the instrumental record
polinski n co are ambient geniuses
unbelievable textures n depths
whirling whorls of marine music
tender romantic piano
distant emotionless shards
aching strings
lovely rubbery double bass....the real thing!
spanish guitars n fizzing percussion
god all i had to do was open my mouth....
how could anyone get this music wrong....?
polinski n colin n co
theyre creating this sublime music
music implying so much
is it possible to wring more meaning out of music than this?
i just had to open my mouth
the music it was filling my head
dragging the words out
rolled up as they were
in my mind
waiting for this music to waken them
this first track i listen to now
im an ideal sk
young sk
or little sk
im in this caravan down the south coast
its in this beautiful little caravan park
tho no one else seems to be staying there
my caravan is always warm n cosy
i seem to live on tea n toast which is always there
i watch the fish in the little stream
maybe i go to the beach
and walk alone that lonely stretch of shore
just like erskine
wondering vaguely where those 2 sets of 2 girls are
but maybe that never happens either
or if it does
the next day i will instantly forget
anyway
i feel like at last
im on holiday
a blessed holiday, fiendss
i aint ever goin' back to work now
im just reading books and relaxing
drinking tea in the empty caravan park
oh finally gone the constant anxiety inculcated into me
ever since i could think
feeling exposed
feeling stripped of my shields
feeling naked
but now
here in this old but comfy caravan
is peace AT LAST
no more rat race
no more dog eat dogfood
cat eat catfood
but who eat soulfood? world
no more heres yer place on the ladder
no more argy bargy n carry-on malarkey
no more heres your desk n get workings
no more where you been?
no more whydja doo that?
no more im lonely, tired, frightened,hungry
no more oh no i cant believe its true....
no more nomores.....
cant you see
this warm caravan in this silent verdant meadow
these swaying trees
the oaks n gums n the weeping willows
bending down along the stream that runs to sea
the bees n the tiny yellow flowers
my books about.....
my mug of sweet tea
my toast with hanks jam
my comforting darkness inside during the noon sun
my soft grey shorts splattered faintly with paint
my flannelette shirt rolled up to the elbows
theres no one to ring
theres no one to see
theres nothing i have to ever do
just potter about
feeling peaceful
and how long does this go on for
well you see
as each day is almost the same as the last
and same as the next
they blur into each other
the mornings roll into the nights
the nights deliver me up each morning
safe n sound n sleepy
the yellow sun
the cobalt blue sky
the surf gently crashing
(but the time has stopped within my dream sings todd r)
then
one day
an intruder
who
who who is here
who is here in MY holiday?
working on my play
the other actor mr goldspink is absolutely excellent
and he has worked up a chillingly unbalanced "jerry"
an aggressive extroverted headcase from nyc circa 1960
im peter
a boring timid upperclass ponce who doesnt like jerry 1 bit
but hes fascinated and too scared to leave
our director is lucian
he directed the merchant of venice i was in
he works as a superwaiter at corporate gigs
which is a shame cos he devotes himself selflessly
to the theatre
and doesnt seem to get much financial reward
a true bohemian
no where to live
just crashing on couches
and directing the stuff he likes to do
even one show in an alleyway in melbjorn
i just wish this guy could cash in once but good
hes a dedicated thespian warrior
fighting for art n indepent thinkin'
on the fuckin' frontline of art
and he doesnt own a thing
anyway
the other night he got very excited about zoo story
mainly cos of sebastian...not so much me
but thats ok
im the straight guy, the fall guy
the cowardly custard
i think its gonna be a good play
12 n 13th of jan
bondi nsw
be there or......
(insert your own insult here)
committed to painting 4 new pics of groop
have done moi (black)
halfway thru mwp (blue)
then pk(red)
n tee pee (purple)
what will you read into that
so be it!
so i must paint n paint n paint
thats it
beware!
love
sk
will write blogge then take los nipper doodelles
to la plage and la mer
buy some pears...yeah you know the usual routine
im list'ning to mimesis 2 the instrumental record
polinski n co are ambient geniuses
unbelievable textures n depths
whirling whorls of marine music
tender romantic piano
distant emotionless shards
aching strings
lovely rubbery double bass....the real thing!
spanish guitars n fizzing percussion
god all i had to do was open my mouth....
how could anyone get this music wrong....?
polinski n colin n co
theyre creating this sublime music
music implying so much
is it possible to wring more meaning out of music than this?
i just had to open my mouth
the music it was filling my head
dragging the words out
rolled up as they were
in my mind
waiting for this music to waken them
this first track i listen to now
im an ideal sk
young sk
or little sk
im in this caravan down the south coast
its in this beautiful little caravan park
tho no one else seems to be staying there
my caravan is always warm n cosy
i seem to live on tea n toast which is always there
i watch the fish in the little stream
maybe i go to the beach
and walk alone that lonely stretch of shore
just like erskine
wondering vaguely where those 2 sets of 2 girls are
but maybe that never happens either
or if it does
the next day i will instantly forget
anyway
i feel like at last
im on holiday
a blessed holiday, fiendss
i aint ever goin' back to work now
im just reading books and relaxing
drinking tea in the empty caravan park
oh finally gone the constant anxiety inculcated into me
ever since i could think
feeling exposed
feeling stripped of my shields
feeling naked
but now
here in this old but comfy caravan
is peace AT LAST
no more rat race
no more dog eat dogfood
cat eat catfood
but who eat soulfood? world
no more heres yer place on the ladder
no more argy bargy n carry-on malarkey
no more heres your desk n get workings
no more where you been?
no more whydja doo that?
no more im lonely, tired, frightened,hungry
no more oh no i cant believe its true....
no more nomores.....
cant you see
this warm caravan in this silent verdant meadow
these swaying trees
the oaks n gums n the weeping willows
bending down along the stream that runs to sea
the bees n the tiny yellow flowers
my books about.....
my mug of sweet tea
my toast with hanks jam
my comforting darkness inside during the noon sun
my soft grey shorts splattered faintly with paint
my flannelette shirt rolled up to the elbows
theres no one to ring
theres no one to see
theres nothing i have to ever do
just potter about
feeling peaceful
and how long does this go on for
well you see
as each day is almost the same as the last
and same as the next
they blur into each other
the mornings roll into the nights
the nights deliver me up each morning
safe n sound n sleepy
the yellow sun
the cobalt blue sky
the surf gently crashing
(but the time has stopped within my dream sings todd r)
then
one day
an intruder
who
who who is here
who is here in MY holiday?
working on my play
the other actor mr goldspink is absolutely excellent
and he has worked up a chillingly unbalanced "jerry"
an aggressive extroverted headcase from nyc circa 1960
im peter
a boring timid upperclass ponce who doesnt like jerry 1 bit
but hes fascinated and too scared to leave
our director is lucian
he directed the merchant of venice i was in
he works as a superwaiter at corporate gigs
which is a shame cos he devotes himself selflessly
to the theatre
and doesnt seem to get much financial reward
a true bohemian
no where to live
just crashing on couches
and directing the stuff he likes to do
even one show in an alleyway in melbjorn
i just wish this guy could cash in once but good
hes a dedicated thespian warrior
fighting for art n indepent thinkin'
on the fuckin' frontline of art
and he doesnt own a thing
anyway
the other night he got very excited about zoo story
mainly cos of sebastian...not so much me
but thats ok
im the straight guy, the fall guy
the cowardly custard
i think its gonna be a good play
12 n 13th of jan
bondi nsw
be there or......
(insert your own insult here)
committed to painting 4 new pics of groop
have done moi (black)
halfway thru mwp (blue)
then pk(red)
n tee pee (purple)
what will you read into that
so be it!
so i must paint n paint n paint
thats it
beware!
love
sk
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