in a sad part of town
common or garden yesterday
refrain of time
smoky afternoon
reading and writing
in his library
nevetsyeblik
itinerant musician
second rate saint
one minute prophet
quack
and unhandy man
reading up on this n that
more that than this actually
nevetsyeblik has a muse
a tiny angel he scries
incased in clearest crystal
oh lovely muse
she who sometimes appears as if in winter
and a great snowy forest around her
othertimes she appears as summer
a flowery crown in her golden hair
her skin the whiteness of death itself
why why why
why hast thou summoned me hither?
the face of the angel was still
her mouth never moved from its solemn smile
but the words rang in nevetsyebliks head
like tiny chrystalline bells
he whispered almost inaudibly
dearest one i seek your aid
the angels face filled the sphere
ah sweet mortal....then ask...
ah my lady
i am persecuted by the jesuits n the church
who call me heretical
yet i am not a heretic ....
more like a lunatic
the soft voice of the angel appeared in his head
she smiled a littlemore
as he watched her recede back into the forest
it seemed as if she constantly changed
at first an abundant naked maiden
in the golden glow of her youth
then a withered crone
seconds from the end of a long life
next a brilliant child
framed amonsgt the trees
nevetsyeblik continued
the critics and henchmen of the age of reason
also seek to undo me
burning my books
permitting me no entry into their theatres
the old say i am too young
naturally the young consider me ancient
the rich say too poor
the poor too rich
i have tried to be even handed in all things
but my patrons desert me
my performances are cancelled....
verily a tale of woe
came her voice
and what wouldst thou have of me..?
take me out out out of this age i implore you
every age is a dance of fools poor nevetsyeblik
here is my advice
there be 2 types
those who understand
those who will never understand
accept this and continue on
how will i know the one from the other? he asked
it will be immediately obvious said the angel
will they ever understand? he asked
one day they will all understand said she
and i have more sage advice for thee, mortal man
yes my muse source of all wonder
summon the composer polinski at once
by my art i have filled him with wondrous music
and when thou, sweet man, heareth it
i shall fill thy mouth with spontaneous words
and songs
and thou shall talk with thyself
and answer too
my stream of words shall never fail thee
nay not in this life
or in any other
will there be other lives, angelface?
many many many
the angel faded in her crystal
always the same life
over and over
until you...
she had almost faded into silence within his mind
until what..?
asked the man
and faintly
in the corner of his mind he heard her reply
until you learn
the crystal ball was empty
oh angel what is thing to be called
he gently dared to whisper back
the golden naked woman flashed back into view for an instant
and she spat out a single word
mimesis
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
oddsent ends
bad news
bondis new performance space
where i was gonna be right now in fact
has been shut down
it was 2 good 2 be true
aint it the truth
poor andrew h n the others
it was gonna have more plays
more happenings
more exhibitions
now my play wont be returning
not there...anyway
only last night we were sitting round
in the bricklane workshop
ex radiator workshop
now an excellent venue in this culture starved wilderness
cmon
people wanted this in bondi
you can only go so far with all the other touristy malarkey
i mean some us wouldnt mind a bit of a "space"
somewhere for groovy happenings of all kinds to occur
and this place had it in spades
it just felt right
they hadda party there satday night
i took the fam along
it was jumping
seriously jumping
theres nothing like this in bondi
and hasnt been since how knows when
and we want our drawing classes
and our poetry nights
and our plays
and our exhibition/parties...
you know
not another surf shop
which is what it will become
starting in 2 weeks
oh sad day
i was gonna do a show there on the 24th
i was gonna greet everyone at the door
and introduce myself personally
to whoever showed up
take them to their seat
chat a little
then i was gonna show slides n videos of my life
talk to the people as they went along
have a guitar there to maybe strum out some songs
i was gonna read from my new book fruit machine
i was gonna juggle poetry n recite marble
yeah you get the picture dontcha?
anyway thats all gone by the wayside now
*****************************************
i would like to sincerely and passionately
thank my subscribers
true patrons of the arts
everyone of you
no one ever had to do anything
but you did
and i appreciate it
and some people donated some nice things
and thanks for sending all the cds dvds books
from people(thanks john g.)
i am reading evening in the palace of reason
sent to me by that extraordinary artist MEM
who posts pithily here from time to time
he sent it ages ago
but ive only found time to read a book this week
wow! its a bloody corker!
its the true story of js bach
being summoned to the court of freddy the great
of prussia
and the conflict between the young king
and the old master
a clash between bachs ideals n freds sheer power
and guess what ...
fred has bachs son working for him
and theyve devised this musical challenge for old bach
but it all operates on many other levels
and its a true story
just like my biography
any way ive learned a load of stuff
about music i never even dreamed of
and js bach is a totally wired fuckin genius
he is so confident.....oooh
he just churns out beautiful unbelievably complex stuff
all his life
hes knocking out this stuff thats lasted hundreds of years
he revolutionised music
its use of instruments
his eclectic melding of diverse styles
his ravenous intake of others music
figuring it out and spitting it out as bach
oh a good read
not stuffy or boring
js bach...whooda thunkit?
*
still have plans for photos n talking blogge
need russells commitment to help implement
and hes a bizzy geezer
cmon
hes a professa of podcaste n blogge
jesus what happened to geography n algebra
it woulda been preposterous to think
at lyneham high in the 60s n 70s
that rusty would teach people to blogge n podcaste
i mean that sounds like a good gig to me
and i believe an attractive package has been negotiated
or was that his lunch?
so i send eve n aurora to school
to learn all this stuff
but actually in the future
there will be jobs that cant be anticipated now
and school schmool!
i mean how much did rusty need to learn at lyneham high
to teach what he teaches now
did he need all that rubbish they taught us
with the sines n cosines
jesus i never understood that stuff
english?
cmon
having some orrible poet shoved down yer gullet
and then forced to analyse the bastard
AND
come up with same answer as the teacher
and
science
oh yeah
big science
thats come in pretty handy
except its hard finding a little nozzle for my bunsen burner
and the doodles are starting to complain about all the disected frogs
i dunno
education
yer gotta read between the lines
ha ha
love
king of kontroversi
killa
bondis new performance space
where i was gonna be right now in fact
has been shut down
it was 2 good 2 be true
aint it the truth
poor andrew h n the others
it was gonna have more plays
more happenings
more exhibitions
now my play wont be returning
not there...anyway
only last night we were sitting round
in the bricklane workshop
ex radiator workshop
now an excellent venue in this culture starved wilderness
cmon
people wanted this in bondi
you can only go so far with all the other touristy malarkey
i mean some us wouldnt mind a bit of a "space"
somewhere for groovy happenings of all kinds to occur
and this place had it in spades
it just felt right
they hadda party there satday night
i took the fam along
it was jumping
seriously jumping
theres nothing like this in bondi
and hasnt been since how knows when
and we want our drawing classes
and our poetry nights
and our plays
and our exhibition/parties...
you know
not another surf shop
which is what it will become
starting in 2 weeks
oh sad day
i was gonna do a show there on the 24th
i was gonna greet everyone at the door
and introduce myself personally
to whoever showed up
take them to their seat
chat a little
then i was gonna show slides n videos of my life
talk to the people as they went along
have a guitar there to maybe strum out some songs
i was gonna read from my new book fruit machine
i was gonna juggle poetry n recite marble
yeah you get the picture dontcha?
anyway thats all gone by the wayside now
*****************************************
i would like to sincerely and passionately
thank my subscribers
true patrons of the arts
everyone of you
no one ever had to do anything
but you did
and i appreciate it
and some people donated some nice things
and thanks for sending all the cds dvds books
from people(thanks john g.)
i am reading evening in the palace of reason
sent to me by that extraordinary artist MEM
who posts pithily here from time to time
he sent it ages ago
but ive only found time to read a book this week
wow! its a bloody corker!
its the true story of js bach
being summoned to the court of freddy the great
of prussia
and the conflict between the young king
and the old master
a clash between bachs ideals n freds sheer power
and guess what ...
fred has bachs son working for him
and theyve devised this musical challenge for old bach
but it all operates on many other levels
and its a true story
just like my biography
any way ive learned a load of stuff
about music i never even dreamed of
and js bach is a totally wired fuckin genius
he is so confident.....oooh
he just churns out beautiful unbelievably complex stuff
all his life
hes knocking out this stuff thats lasted hundreds of years
he revolutionised music
its use of instruments
his eclectic melding of diverse styles
his ravenous intake of others music
figuring it out and spitting it out as bach
oh a good read
not stuffy or boring
js bach...whooda thunkit?
*
still have plans for photos n talking blogge
need russells commitment to help implement
and hes a bizzy geezer
cmon
hes a professa of podcaste n blogge
jesus what happened to geography n algebra
it woulda been preposterous to think
at lyneham high in the 60s n 70s
that rusty would teach people to blogge n podcaste
i mean that sounds like a good gig to me
and i believe an attractive package has been negotiated
or was that his lunch?
so i send eve n aurora to school
to learn all this stuff
but actually in the future
there will be jobs that cant be anticipated now
and school schmool!
i mean how much did rusty need to learn at lyneham high
to teach what he teaches now
did he need all that rubbish they taught us
with the sines n cosines
jesus i never understood that stuff
english?
cmon
having some orrible poet shoved down yer gullet
and then forced to analyse the bastard
AND
come up with same answer as the teacher
and
science
oh yeah
big science
thats come in pretty handy
except its hard finding a little nozzle for my bunsen burner
and the doodles are starting to complain about all the disected frogs
i dunno
education
yer gotta read between the lines
ha ha
love
king of kontroversi
killa
Monday, February 26, 2007
tomorrows blogge today
was thinking about this book i saw
written by the the worlds # 3 intellectual
(how do ya go up n down that ladder?)
using his much vaunted intellect
to prove that god doesnt exist
and im not gonna pretend that i have read the book
i just kinda gave it a ten minutes skim
but the gist of it seems to be
a kinda atheistic scientific proof
along the lines of
we have reproduced mystical n transcendental states
in subjects by stimulating their such n such cortex
or by the administration of such n such
or
some strange kinda thinking along the lines of
that if we understand the material means by which something
is (said to be) done then we understand the thing itself.
or
we know how therefore we know why
or
unreliable facts n figures (i reckon)
about when this or that happened millions of years ago
(like any of us could really know)
the scientists n thinkers of every age
think that they got it all sussed
but nothing like a hundred years to disprove a few facts
and this 3rd ranking intellectual
urges us to embrace darwinism
a new age of reason
everything is accidental n chemicalistic
life is random
its all for nothing
sure sure
we should do our best
i mean he isnt promoting anarchy or hedonism
hes just saying
look we have descended from monkeys
get over yer fancy mysticism n all that malarkey
theres no god
theres just our obligation to be reasonable
and find a rational explanation for everything
this is sposed to free us from the shackles
of the god the number 3 guy is pretty angry with
and so he should be
yes
its a kinda jehovahey allahey kinda god
that number 3 rails against
and here we get terribly sidetracked
and surely is there an other option
besides monkeys or olde testament
how about this one
there was no beginning
everything was always here
men women squirrels whales wasps apple trees thistles stones shells
the whole fucking she-bang
always always always here
i mean its always been here since i been here
and i have no reason to suspect it wasnt here before me
long before me
or anyone
who was around to say
i was there at the beginning
and you know
get it authenticated
so you know carbon dating yeah!
oh the world came into existence on this date
cos i carbon tested yonder rock
well im not so sure
maybe youre not right
and this evolution thing
this accidental thing
i mean this is some compex accident
an accident that imitates design
i mean as a very crude and basic creator myself
of children n songs n blogges etc
i must confess i have come to admire this world
ON AN ARTISTIC LEVEL
i mean ok
you think picassos great and he is
but he just paints pictures
of the real objects
the creator has created
it goes against all my instincts
to not see and hear
the melodies
the patterns
the great works stretched across the sky
or across a century
the feeling of being guided
the feeling of being blessed
now another thing about #3
he is an atheist
so do you suppose
he has spent much time
mastering the "god" arts n techniques
has he ever been in a trance?
has he ever meditated over long periods?
does he practise any form of yoga?
is he actually conversant with any hindu or buddhist thought
rather than glib quotes?
i mean these things take time to master
you cant say youve investigated god
unless youve taken sometime
to practise some form of transcendantal discipline
its like saying that french is gibberish
before learning to speak french
which takes years
and a leap of faith at the beginning
so has # 3 taken any mushrooms or peyote
or ibogaine or ayahuasca or anything
has he investigated the very real worlds which are but a plant away?
and ya know
i just dont feel darwinism
im sorry
im sorry
where are the birds with half a wing
and turtles with half a shell?
yeah yeah things adapt
its built in
(to me merely another wonder)
but dont go telling people
its all for nothing
unless youre very very sure
i say
think of all the other possibilities
for the explanation of the appearance of this world
and its diverse creatures
than accident or jehovah
and i refuse to let them
prove to me in some equation i can never understand..
that the things i hold sacred and godgiven
are merely blips n blops in a chemical chain
they are that to be sure
but not merely that
no more than someone who has worked out the chords
to under the milky way means that
he understands the songs attributes or creation
or even that he can replicate the song decently
no he has merely deduced one aspect of the thing
so our # 3 has deduced a few aspects of life
or so we may care to think
until the next wave of thought comes along
and in 5 hundred years
if there is a planet left at all
(and folks the christians AND the atheists got us into this mess)
anyway
i reckon they would laugh at the quaint ideas
he now postulates as a modern call to reason
and anyhow
modern science is turning towards what the indians
said thousands of years ago
everything is illusion
there is nothing solid
everything is vibration
ok number 3 probably can dig that now
some guy in harvard put it in a handy equation for us
but 50 years ago it was quite preposterous
but the guys who realised this all those years ago
they understood it
because they had mastered the arts of contemplation
devotion
meditation
asana
breathing
they were love in action
and they combined science n poetry n philosophy
n cosmology all into one groovy thing
and they sussed it
and if you do what they did
you might feel it too
and aint it unsurprising that atheistic searches
yeild atheistic results
yes you can find a million things to be angry with god about
you can find anomalies in nature
you can blame him cos you were born ugly or poor
you can hate him cos you were unpopular at school
you can cast him as jehovah from the olde testa
and loathe his arbitrary bullshit
and say thats it im done with god
and then ignore it all
the ratios
the systems within systems within systems
the sheer beauty of the sky which changes from minute to minute
(oh yeah says mr 3 thats just photons n light blah blahs etc)
so what picassos just blobs of oil paint but that dont demystify it
look mysticism is so deeply a part of my life
everything i do has been to glorify the mysterious mystery of life
i cant turn around and embrace this rational world now
i'd rather be a fool in my world
with its signs n signals n beliefs n superstitions
with the untransmittable things i have gleaned in garudasana
in the soft rain on my balcony
when my rational western brain shut up for half a second
and the immensity n the love of it all
and the calmness and the ok ness
and the reason it had to be that way
of course number 3 has his logic and latest equations
i have my songs n my poems
he comes to say that this is it
what ya see is what ya get
take care of it by all means
in fact now you can really take care of it
cos i just proved on page 666 of my book
that god is utterably non existent
i come to say
no no no
oh boy
wow this is weird
can anything be believed here?
im gonna try some things
that these other guys tried
like psychedelic drugs
and yoga
and eating foods that vibrate at higher rates
etc etc
see what results i get
and the results i get
aint really going along with the new age of reason too much
but thats just me
and youll be able to quote stuff at me till the sacred cows come home
and maybe quote # 3 in my comments page
but all to no avail
i know what i know
there are more than one or two or three possible answers
if even finding an answer is the right word
a very human way of looking at things to be sure
beginnings endings causes
these things obseess humans
and we impose them on everything
and somethings maybe
are just there
or another kinda god
not jehovah
but a subtle artistic approachable god
a vishnu in your own heart
a personal jesus
an ideal
a guiding light
a wonderful creator
who tosses off universes as he sleeps
my experience has been mystical
a voice inside me says pursue this
my instincts say no darwinism
are we not men?
my instincts say
you have lived many many times before
my instincts say treasure this earth
but it is a shadow of some real place
but place isnt the right word
and we get tangled up in words
which dont even describe the grace n love of god
as i have felt them very occaisionally
but how could i be me and not say these things
i understand nothing of science
i just still see the sunset and think
wow!
i see the ocean on a stormy day and im impressed
i see the tenderness of motherhood
i see the burgeoning spirit of my children
i feel my thoughts turn again n again to god
something out there
something in here
all around
and nowhere
and its so hard to believe
but its all one thing
vibrating
shimmering
not even really there
try some discipline before you say god is dead
written by the the worlds # 3 intellectual
(how do ya go up n down that ladder?)
using his much vaunted intellect
to prove that god doesnt exist
and im not gonna pretend that i have read the book
i just kinda gave it a ten minutes skim
but the gist of it seems to be
a kinda atheistic scientific proof
along the lines of
we have reproduced mystical n transcendental states
in subjects by stimulating their such n such cortex
or by the administration of such n such
or
some strange kinda thinking along the lines of
that if we understand the material means by which something
is (said to be) done then we understand the thing itself.
or
we know how therefore we know why
or
unreliable facts n figures (i reckon)
about when this or that happened millions of years ago
(like any of us could really know)
the scientists n thinkers of every age
think that they got it all sussed
but nothing like a hundred years to disprove a few facts
and this 3rd ranking intellectual
urges us to embrace darwinism
a new age of reason
everything is accidental n chemicalistic
life is random
its all for nothing
sure sure
we should do our best
i mean he isnt promoting anarchy or hedonism
hes just saying
look we have descended from monkeys
get over yer fancy mysticism n all that malarkey
theres no god
theres just our obligation to be reasonable
and find a rational explanation for everything
this is sposed to free us from the shackles
of the god the number 3 guy is pretty angry with
and so he should be
yes
its a kinda jehovahey allahey kinda god
that number 3 rails against
and here we get terribly sidetracked
and surely is there an other option
besides monkeys or olde testament
how about this one
there was no beginning
everything was always here
men women squirrels whales wasps apple trees thistles stones shells
the whole fucking she-bang
always always always here
i mean its always been here since i been here
and i have no reason to suspect it wasnt here before me
long before me
or anyone
who was around to say
i was there at the beginning
and you know
get it authenticated
so you know carbon dating yeah!
oh the world came into existence on this date
cos i carbon tested yonder rock
well im not so sure
maybe youre not right
and this evolution thing
this accidental thing
i mean this is some compex accident
an accident that imitates design
i mean as a very crude and basic creator myself
of children n songs n blogges etc
i must confess i have come to admire this world
ON AN ARTISTIC LEVEL
i mean ok
you think picassos great and he is
but he just paints pictures
of the real objects
the creator has created
it goes against all my instincts
to not see and hear
the melodies
the patterns
the great works stretched across the sky
or across a century
the feeling of being guided
the feeling of being blessed
now another thing about #3
he is an atheist
so do you suppose
he has spent much time
mastering the "god" arts n techniques
has he ever been in a trance?
has he ever meditated over long periods?
does he practise any form of yoga?
is he actually conversant with any hindu or buddhist thought
rather than glib quotes?
i mean these things take time to master
you cant say youve investigated god
unless youve taken sometime
to practise some form of transcendantal discipline
its like saying that french is gibberish
before learning to speak french
which takes years
and a leap of faith at the beginning
so has # 3 taken any mushrooms or peyote
or ibogaine or ayahuasca or anything
has he investigated the very real worlds which are but a plant away?
and ya know
i just dont feel darwinism
im sorry
im sorry
where are the birds with half a wing
and turtles with half a shell?
yeah yeah things adapt
its built in
(to me merely another wonder)
but dont go telling people
its all for nothing
unless youre very very sure
i say
think of all the other possibilities
for the explanation of the appearance of this world
and its diverse creatures
than accident or jehovah
and i refuse to let them
prove to me in some equation i can never understand..
that the things i hold sacred and godgiven
are merely blips n blops in a chemical chain
they are that to be sure
but not merely that
no more than someone who has worked out the chords
to under the milky way means that
he understands the songs attributes or creation
or even that he can replicate the song decently
no he has merely deduced one aspect of the thing
so our # 3 has deduced a few aspects of life
or so we may care to think
until the next wave of thought comes along
and in 5 hundred years
if there is a planet left at all
(and folks the christians AND the atheists got us into this mess)
anyway
i reckon they would laugh at the quaint ideas
he now postulates as a modern call to reason
and anyhow
modern science is turning towards what the indians
said thousands of years ago
everything is illusion
there is nothing solid
everything is vibration
ok number 3 probably can dig that now
some guy in harvard put it in a handy equation for us
but 50 years ago it was quite preposterous
but the guys who realised this all those years ago
they understood it
because they had mastered the arts of contemplation
devotion
meditation
asana
breathing
they were love in action
and they combined science n poetry n philosophy
n cosmology all into one groovy thing
and they sussed it
and if you do what they did
you might feel it too
and aint it unsurprising that atheistic searches
yeild atheistic results
yes you can find a million things to be angry with god about
you can find anomalies in nature
you can blame him cos you were born ugly or poor
you can hate him cos you were unpopular at school
you can cast him as jehovah from the olde testa
and loathe his arbitrary bullshit
and say thats it im done with god
and then ignore it all
the ratios
the systems within systems within systems
the sheer beauty of the sky which changes from minute to minute
(oh yeah says mr 3 thats just photons n light blah blahs etc)
so what picassos just blobs of oil paint but that dont demystify it
look mysticism is so deeply a part of my life
everything i do has been to glorify the mysterious mystery of life
i cant turn around and embrace this rational world now
i'd rather be a fool in my world
with its signs n signals n beliefs n superstitions
with the untransmittable things i have gleaned in garudasana
in the soft rain on my balcony
when my rational western brain shut up for half a second
and the immensity n the love of it all
and the calmness and the ok ness
and the reason it had to be that way
of course number 3 has his logic and latest equations
i have my songs n my poems
he comes to say that this is it
what ya see is what ya get
take care of it by all means
in fact now you can really take care of it
cos i just proved on page 666 of my book
that god is utterably non existent
i come to say
no no no
oh boy
wow this is weird
can anything be believed here?
im gonna try some things
that these other guys tried
like psychedelic drugs
and yoga
and eating foods that vibrate at higher rates
etc etc
see what results i get
and the results i get
aint really going along with the new age of reason too much
but thats just me
and youll be able to quote stuff at me till the sacred cows come home
and maybe quote # 3 in my comments page
but all to no avail
i know what i know
there are more than one or two or three possible answers
if even finding an answer is the right word
a very human way of looking at things to be sure
beginnings endings causes
these things obseess humans
and we impose them on everything
and somethings maybe
are just there
or another kinda god
not jehovah
but a subtle artistic approachable god
a vishnu in your own heart
a personal jesus
an ideal
a guiding light
a wonderful creator
who tosses off universes as he sleeps
my experience has been mystical
a voice inside me says pursue this
my instincts say no darwinism
are we not men?
my instincts say
you have lived many many times before
my instincts say treasure this earth
but it is a shadow of some real place
but place isnt the right word
and we get tangled up in words
which dont even describe the grace n love of god
as i have felt them very occaisionally
but how could i be me and not say these things
i understand nothing of science
i just still see the sunset and think
wow!
i see the ocean on a stormy day and im impressed
i see the tenderness of motherhood
i see the burgeoning spirit of my children
i feel my thoughts turn again n again to god
something out there
something in here
all around
and nowhere
and its so hard to believe
but its all one thing
vibrating
shimmering
not even really there
try some discipline before you say god is dead
return
a wish
a joke
another thirty miles
travel in silence
journeymen
engine revolves
long shadows fall
birds look for land
out here the stars.....
moon looks like a .....
try n arrange somethin'
struggletown next
trainstations n milk bars
parked trucks n stolen bikes
brickworks closed down
signs missing
wrong road
getting more n more lost
feeling vulnerable
where to steven?
home
where are we now?
i dunno exactly
have you been here before?
yes n no
map?
no, its ok...i think
are you shaking?
a little...
whats wrong whats wrong?
nothing nothing
then why...?
i dunno
when will we...?
look, leave me alone
youre geeing me up
youre creating more problems
your suspicions are crippling me
just shut up...
ok ok but when will we....
i thought i told you to shut up
but i just wanted to ask this one last thing
but i told you i dunno
but just one more question n i will
but i cant answer
cant....wont...shouldnt..
what are you hiding from?
oh god...what are YOU hiding from?
you!
but....
yes thats right!
me?
but.....
hmmm
why?
youve had your question aint ya?
ok
ok
yeah...ok
a joke
another thirty miles
travel in silence
journeymen
engine revolves
long shadows fall
birds look for land
out here the stars.....
moon looks like a .....
try n arrange somethin'
struggletown next
trainstations n milk bars
parked trucks n stolen bikes
brickworks closed down
signs missing
wrong road
getting more n more lost
feeling vulnerable
where to steven?
home
where are we now?
i dunno exactly
have you been here before?
yes n no
map?
no, its ok...i think
are you shaking?
a little...
whats wrong whats wrong?
nothing nothing
then why...?
i dunno
when will we...?
look, leave me alone
youre geeing me up
youre creating more problems
your suspicions are crippling me
just shut up...
ok ok but when will we....
i thought i told you to shut up
but i just wanted to ask this one last thing
but i told you i dunno
but just one more question n i will
but i cant answer
cant....wont...shouldnt..
what are you hiding from?
oh god...what are YOU hiding from?
you!
but....
yes thats right!
me?
but.....
hmmm
why?
youve had your question aint ya?
ok
ok
yeah...ok
Sunday, February 25, 2007
soft blue approach of the water
13/13 morningside crescent
sweeping ocean views
rainclouds jostle in grey wash
industrious ants prepare for the deluge
is this a song
or a painting?
the steep drive
oilstains and pebbles
cactii n tropical wilderness
in the garage a thousand things
surfboards n rope n an old fridge
games n darts n an empty bucket of chlorine
oh australia
its dark and still
wasps have built a nest under the eaves
thin angry wasps almost silently buzzing
the leaves have fallen in the pool
and they lie at the bottom
spelling out something in some oriental way
light reflects n dances aquatically
afternoon
my old mate
inside ....
mmm nice kitchen
rain begins outside
lovely view
an old sailing ship on the blurry horizon
a ghost whale followed by a spirit crew
stevens here
sitting in a blue dressing gown with unravelling shoulders
sitting in the window type type type
grinding this all out
but coming to him so easy now
like greeced lightning the words flow from his tapered fingers
steven says sorry im busy type type typing
lets look around and around
the girls have left a mess on the stairs
dollies n gossip rags n little pets n pairs of shoes
sorry bout the mess steven calls over
but never lifts his head where he types
his computer is painted in van goghish swirls
his once broken arm with its oblique twist
his once dark hair faded to dusty brown
oh never mind
in the fridge is blackcurrant juice and exotic berry jam
theres nut cutlets n tempeh n rice milk n a half finished chilli
theres chocolate biscuits n yakults n aloe vera n goji juice
theres a thing for headaches n a bottle of stoli
theres a west virginia fridge magnet with a picture of uncle gary
theres a drawing that one of the girls did
of a mermaid with seaweed hair
and someone else has added something more to it
and one of those fridge magnet poetry kits
spelling out this poem
lonely luxurious lovers entered paradise beach
snow swirled up their hearts
suddenly seized with the great passion
they conceived a child
dazzle sun after you see
more to come
end
steven who wrote this
one of the girls?
yes
one of the girls
which one which one
which one
oh i cant .....
what is the music ?
oh i just wrote that on my laptop
its called steves elegaic breakfast
ha ha
the room at the top of the stairs
some bunk beds
toys n shoes strewn everywhere
we hear voices
but its empty
someone has stuck more pictures n drawings on the walls
unicorns
children with big heads n skewiff eyes
elaborate pictographs with fairies n chipmunks
drawings of houses n children holding hands
rain dripping on the little balcony
the trees huddle down
hey steven
but hes too deaf to hear me up here
the bookshelves full of books
credit n credulity by emilia bronte-sawros
the bumper book of sea shell stories 1964
emanuel on the isle of marvels
pathfinder 1959 annual for scouts n guides
extinct birds by mark sib-taupe
mexican diorama by tim leary n tom york
germaine greers biography of hugh hefner
quasi-modos big chance by some french guy
thats enough of that
a photo album
steven graduating from the school o hard knox
steven and the girls
steven and some of the girls
steven and one of the girls
steven playing at a festival in antarctica
steven with his mother n father at someones wedding
steven with his first guitar string
steven as a navy cadet on board a destroyer
steven as a cub with his wolf head insignia n skulls
steven at a picnic in 1983 eating angelfruit
hey steven..
eh....whats that?
hey do you still have any of those floral shirts?
(no answer)
bedside tables
dare i look in these drawers...
mm some loose change
a few odd sox
keys
a birthday card
from your sister kim
to my dearest big brother steven
happy happy happy day
wish i was there
me x
and a deck of cards
the queen of hearts looks so sad
take time to look at her husband
the suicide king
holding a knife at his head
because his sad wife and his rotten son
are driving him crazy
the rain sweeps n swoops in from the sea
in shining sheets
back down stairs
hey steven..
steven is gone
his falcon has flown off
the computer is still on
timebeing.blogspot.com
oh wow
hey this is interesting
its all here
hes written it all here
ha ha
oh im gonna read it now myself
sweeping ocean views
rainclouds jostle in grey wash
industrious ants prepare for the deluge
is this a song
or a painting?
the steep drive
oilstains and pebbles
cactii n tropical wilderness
in the garage a thousand things
surfboards n rope n an old fridge
games n darts n an empty bucket of chlorine
oh australia
its dark and still
wasps have built a nest under the eaves
thin angry wasps almost silently buzzing
the leaves have fallen in the pool
and they lie at the bottom
spelling out something in some oriental way
light reflects n dances aquatically
afternoon
my old mate
inside ....
mmm nice kitchen
rain begins outside
lovely view
an old sailing ship on the blurry horizon
a ghost whale followed by a spirit crew
stevens here
sitting in a blue dressing gown with unravelling shoulders
sitting in the window type type type
grinding this all out
but coming to him so easy now
like greeced lightning the words flow from his tapered fingers
steven says sorry im busy type type typing
lets look around and around
the girls have left a mess on the stairs
dollies n gossip rags n little pets n pairs of shoes
sorry bout the mess steven calls over
but never lifts his head where he types
his computer is painted in van goghish swirls
his once broken arm with its oblique twist
his once dark hair faded to dusty brown
oh never mind
in the fridge is blackcurrant juice and exotic berry jam
theres nut cutlets n tempeh n rice milk n a half finished chilli
theres chocolate biscuits n yakults n aloe vera n goji juice
theres a thing for headaches n a bottle of stoli
theres a west virginia fridge magnet with a picture of uncle gary
theres a drawing that one of the girls did
of a mermaid with seaweed hair
and someone else has added something more to it
and one of those fridge magnet poetry kits
spelling out this poem
lonely luxurious lovers entered paradise beach
snow swirled up their hearts
suddenly seized with the great passion
they conceived a child
dazzle sun after you see
more to come
end
steven who wrote this
one of the girls?
yes
one of the girls
which one which one
which one
oh i cant .....
what is the music ?
oh i just wrote that on my laptop
its called steves elegaic breakfast
ha ha
the room at the top of the stairs
some bunk beds
toys n shoes strewn everywhere
we hear voices
but its empty
someone has stuck more pictures n drawings on the walls
unicorns
children with big heads n skewiff eyes
elaborate pictographs with fairies n chipmunks
drawings of houses n children holding hands
rain dripping on the little balcony
the trees huddle down
hey steven
but hes too deaf to hear me up here
the bookshelves full of books
credit n credulity by emilia bronte-sawros
the bumper book of sea shell stories 1964
emanuel on the isle of marvels
pathfinder 1959 annual for scouts n guides
extinct birds by mark sib-taupe
mexican diorama by tim leary n tom york
germaine greers biography of hugh hefner
quasi-modos big chance by some french guy
thats enough of that
a photo album
steven graduating from the school o hard knox
steven and the girls
steven and some of the girls
steven and one of the girls
steven playing at a festival in antarctica
steven with his mother n father at someones wedding
steven with his first guitar string
steven as a navy cadet on board a destroyer
steven as a cub with his wolf head insignia n skulls
steven at a picnic in 1983 eating angelfruit
hey steven..
eh....whats that?
hey do you still have any of those floral shirts?
(no answer)
bedside tables
dare i look in these drawers...
mm some loose change
a few odd sox
keys
a birthday card
from your sister kim
to my dearest big brother steven
happy happy happy day
wish i was there
me x
and a deck of cards
the queen of hearts looks so sad
take time to look at her husband
the suicide king
holding a knife at his head
because his sad wife and his rotten son
are driving him crazy
the rain sweeps n swoops in from the sea
in shining sheets
back down stairs
hey steven..
steven is gone
his falcon has flown off
the computer is still on
timebeing.blogspot.com
oh wow
hey this is interesting
its all here
hes written it all here
ha ha
oh im gonna read it now myself
Saturday, February 24, 2007
idyll
warm storm
the bush the sea
fat raindrops
river of singing fish
no diving or fishing from bridge
steven john wake up
but mum....
im confused
dad says
were here slim
mum says
steven you slept all the way
oh the lagoon! look its the lagoon...
yes son
whens tea?
when uncle den arrives steven
go and have a walk on the beach son....
its getting dark
im a little scared
is this werri beach
is this wonoona beach
is this sussex inlet
is this ten mile beach
or is it neilsens park beach
or is it broulee the village by the sea
yes it is
it seems like night has fallen down rapidly
im standing outside my dads old place
it hasnt changed
the sandy almost treeless garden
a slightly mournful feel
but maybe thats cause...
cause what steven ?
cause i dont know...
cause my boy-mind cant comprehend
what went n happened to you
i stand outside this house
where this very sad thing happened
and i didnt expect to meet you here
we are interupted by a dark skinned blonde haired girl
who pops her head out the door
and the moths glitter in the air round the lamps
and the girl says hi im aurora
oh what a lovely name steven
yes mum its the roman goddess of the dawn
shes a golden girl son
yes mum can i go and talk to her
no son
youve got to come in now
but mum this is the house where dad.....
hey mum does that girl have an american accent?
yes i think so son....look five more minutes then come in
oh aurora do you live there now in that house....?
no ...i ...i..just stay here sometimes
hey aurora
yes dad
no dont call me that
my name is...
yeah i know
its steven
of course it is dad
steven steven!
oh is that your mom or i guess you say mum
yes she doesnt like me playing when its dark
are you afraid of ghosts? aurora asks
no i.....umm yes i am
ghosts of past and ghosts of future
a sickening collision
why do you think i am called the time being?
the trees genuflect in the wind
the ocean crashes on the soft white sand
the mist...oh its so perfect
a lovely ending
the bush the sea
fat raindrops
river of singing fish
no diving or fishing from bridge
steven john wake up
but mum....
im confused
dad says
were here slim
mum says
steven you slept all the way
oh the lagoon! look its the lagoon...
yes son
whens tea?
when uncle den arrives steven
go and have a walk on the beach son....
its getting dark
im a little scared
is this werri beach
is this wonoona beach
is this sussex inlet
is this ten mile beach
or is it neilsens park beach
or is it broulee the village by the sea
yes it is
it seems like night has fallen down rapidly
im standing outside my dads old place
it hasnt changed
the sandy almost treeless garden
a slightly mournful feel
but maybe thats cause...
cause what steven ?
cause i dont know...
cause my boy-mind cant comprehend
what went n happened to you
i stand outside this house
where this very sad thing happened
and i didnt expect to meet you here
we are interupted by a dark skinned blonde haired girl
who pops her head out the door
and the moths glitter in the air round the lamps
and the girl says hi im aurora
oh what a lovely name steven
yes mum its the roman goddess of the dawn
shes a golden girl son
yes mum can i go and talk to her
no son
youve got to come in now
but mum this is the house where dad.....
hey mum does that girl have an american accent?
yes i think so son....look five more minutes then come in
oh aurora do you live there now in that house....?
no ...i ...i..just stay here sometimes
hey aurora
yes dad
no dont call me that
my name is...
yeah i know
its steven
of course it is dad
steven steven!
oh is that your mom or i guess you say mum
yes she doesnt like me playing when its dark
are you afraid of ghosts? aurora asks
no i.....umm yes i am
ghosts of past and ghosts of future
a sickening collision
why do you think i am called the time being?
the trees genuflect in the wind
the ocean crashes on the soft white sand
the mist...oh its so perfect
a lovely ending
Thursday, February 22, 2007
the 500th post
im on vacation
a secret location
oh sweet late summer breezes
lazy days
the ocean
hermit crabs
vege barbeques
romance
see ya later
t t b
a secret location
oh sweet late summer breezes
lazy days
the ocean
hermit crabs
vege barbeques
romance
see ya later
t t b
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
v.a.c.a.t.i.o.n
the time being is taking a wee holiday
if i can log on from my secret location
i will
other than that see you soon
t t b
if i can log on from my secret location
i will
other than that see you soon
t t b
Monday, February 19, 2007
fey-mouse pea-pull
a list of famous people i have met n brief description
billy thorpe (aust 70s rock muso)
i met thorpey backstage at canberra theatre..not a badde guy
greg macainsh from skyhooks
spent a night at his place discussing songwriting in early 80s
a measured intelligent dude
red symonds from skyhooks..a lovable smartarse
not for the easily offended
bongo from skyhooks....very ordinary
steve lukather from toto...met him in a recording studio
the prick couldnt believe i never heard of him...a total l.a. wanker
ian mc cullough from echo...thick n stupid n short sighted (sorry k t g)
julian cope...ah more my cuppa bhang tea
a totally stoned drugged looney with his heart on his sleeve
me n ploogy smoked joints n supplied mushrooms
the rest of his band hated 'im..but this was 1982
peter murphy....effeminate english schoolboy turkey
oh how disappointing...
garth porter from sherbert...diamond geezer
jackson browne...youthful, cautiously friendly
linda rondstadt..didnt recognize her in 87..a bit podgy.
tom verlaine..sarcastic sardonic hyper jumpy funny
richard lloyd...boy what a burnt out wreck
j d daugherty..one of the nicest people i ever met
ivan kraal n lenny kaye...both as nice as youd imagine
sinead...paranoid n twitchy
steve gilpin( rip) from mi-sex...a gentleman
paul kelly...seen paul over the years since 1980
always the nicest calmest guy
sean kelly from the models..a bit like me
guarded paranoid cynical
james freud...changed a lot over the years
bit of a diamond geezer these days
ps read his fucking book!
jimmy iovine..famous producer..very new york, but he was ok
clive davis head of arista..didnt say much
very powerful..he bootpolished the bald spots in his head
and when he sweated the black stuff ran
the rain parade...all lovely guys
angus n julia stone...very friendly
rose tatoo...ruff but lovable
ian rilen (rip) another diamond in the ruff
robert forster..intelligent cool slightly stand offish
powderfinger....all the nicest sweetest guys
john butler...ditto (but cant understand why hes so popular)
shayne carter from straitjackets..moody n intense..very n.z. n indy
jeffery cain...a darling man
grant mc ..ditto
mark knopfler ...cockney geeza
duran duran....they tried to be friendly but i was rude
n they ended up being turkeys...but what did you expect
jj burnell from stranglers...a real live wire
gersey...all very nice
australian crawl...tossers
nick seymour...one of the funniest most charismatic guys ever
neil finn...quiet n intense
tim finn...kinda boring
kev carmody...complex sad lovely talented man
kev i hope this new record sells by the bucketload!!
real life( scraping the barrel here) ...new romantic tossers
bert newton ...professional but friendly
donny sutherland....easily frustrated interviewing pricks like me
anton from bjm...intense nutty bigmouth weirdo
rikki...aw..hes a fuckin sweetie
delta goodram n the oirish git...forgettable
danny minogue....superficial little nobody
but what didja expect
iggy pop...iggy was one of the most humble softly spoken guys
i ever ever met...
reg mombassa n pete odoherty....both champion blokes
andrew eldritch...tiny coked up twitchy little geeza...but good fun
lindy morrison....she used ta hate me...now she doesnt so much, very funny
amanda brown ....lovely lady
mark mcentee...weird
ploogy chased him round countdown studio
threatening to biff him it was hilarious
molly meldrum...an intelligent guy actually
i like him
craig mclachlan....nice aussie bloke
jules shear...a good friend for a while
sweet n lovely
swannee...a bit of an olde scottish wanker
bobby flynn...good guy
the pretenders... lovely people
chrissie herself.....cool but a bit lost...maybe
the bangles...uh...underwhelming...
peter koppes mwp n tim powles...ok dudes
holger czukay...fascinating chat in cologne cafe
warren ellis....friendly n nice
glen bennie...lovely man
evil graham lee...another lovely manne
blixa bargeld...whatta goose
mick harvey ..he was ok
tex perkins...dont like 'im
the cruel sea...but i like all of them
nk met pete murray n chatted for a while
outside a porta-loo
she says soft spoken npolite...quite shy
tim butler from psychedelic furs
gave me a line of coke in 1984 in ny..a nice fella
god
thatll do!
but i know i forget some real bigshots somewhere
billy thorpe (aust 70s rock muso)
i met thorpey backstage at canberra theatre..not a badde guy
greg macainsh from skyhooks
spent a night at his place discussing songwriting in early 80s
a measured intelligent dude
red symonds from skyhooks..a lovable smartarse
not for the easily offended
bongo from skyhooks....very ordinary
steve lukather from toto...met him in a recording studio
the prick couldnt believe i never heard of him...a total l.a. wanker
ian mc cullough from echo...thick n stupid n short sighted (sorry k t g)
julian cope...ah more my cuppa bhang tea
a totally stoned drugged looney with his heart on his sleeve
me n ploogy smoked joints n supplied mushrooms
the rest of his band hated 'im..but this was 1982
peter murphy....effeminate english schoolboy turkey
oh how disappointing...
garth porter from sherbert...diamond geezer
jackson browne...youthful, cautiously friendly
linda rondstadt..didnt recognize her in 87..a bit podgy.
tom verlaine..sarcastic sardonic hyper jumpy funny
richard lloyd...boy what a burnt out wreck
j d daugherty..one of the nicest people i ever met
ivan kraal n lenny kaye...both as nice as youd imagine
sinead...paranoid n twitchy
steve gilpin( rip) from mi-sex...a gentleman
paul kelly...seen paul over the years since 1980
always the nicest calmest guy
sean kelly from the models..a bit like me
guarded paranoid cynical
james freud...changed a lot over the years
bit of a diamond geezer these days
ps read his fucking book!
jimmy iovine..famous producer..very new york, but he was ok
clive davis head of arista..didnt say much
very powerful..he bootpolished the bald spots in his head
and when he sweated the black stuff ran
the rain parade...all lovely guys
angus n julia stone...very friendly
rose tatoo...ruff but lovable
ian rilen (rip) another diamond in the ruff
robert forster..intelligent cool slightly stand offish
powderfinger....all the nicest sweetest guys
john butler...ditto (but cant understand why hes so popular)
shayne carter from straitjackets..moody n intense..very n.z. n indy
jeffery cain...a darling man
grant mc ..ditto
mark knopfler ...cockney geeza
duran duran....they tried to be friendly but i was rude
n they ended up being turkeys...but what did you expect
jj burnell from stranglers...a real live wire
gersey...all very nice
australian crawl...tossers
nick seymour...one of the funniest most charismatic guys ever
neil finn...quiet n intense
tim finn...kinda boring
kev carmody...complex sad lovely talented man
kev i hope this new record sells by the bucketload!!
real life( scraping the barrel here) ...new romantic tossers
bert newton ...professional but friendly
donny sutherland....easily frustrated interviewing pricks like me
anton from bjm...intense nutty bigmouth weirdo
rikki...aw..hes a fuckin sweetie
delta goodram n the oirish git...forgettable
danny minogue....superficial little nobody
but what didja expect
iggy pop...iggy was one of the most humble softly spoken guys
i ever ever met...
reg mombassa n pete odoherty....both champion blokes
andrew eldritch...tiny coked up twitchy little geeza...but good fun
lindy morrison....she used ta hate me...now she doesnt so much, very funny
amanda brown ....lovely lady
mark mcentee...weird
ploogy chased him round countdown studio
threatening to biff him it was hilarious
molly meldrum...an intelligent guy actually
i like him
craig mclachlan....nice aussie bloke
jules shear...a good friend for a while
sweet n lovely
swannee...a bit of an olde scottish wanker
bobby flynn...good guy
the pretenders... lovely people
chrissie herself.....cool but a bit lost...maybe
the bangles...uh...underwhelming...
peter koppes mwp n tim powles...ok dudes
holger czukay...fascinating chat in cologne cafe
warren ellis....friendly n nice
glen bennie...lovely man
evil graham lee...another lovely manne
blixa bargeld...whatta goose
mick harvey ..he was ok
tex perkins...dont like 'im
the cruel sea...but i like all of them
nk met pete murray n chatted for a while
outside a porta-loo
she says soft spoken npolite...quite shy
tim butler from psychedelic furs
gave me a line of coke in 1984 in ny..a nice fella
god
thatll do!
but i know i forget some real bigshots somewhere
Sunday, February 18, 2007
bios fear
yessaday i read my biography again
i guess i was sposed to be checking for any innaccuracies
i dont really care about innaccuracies that much
i mean what does it matter what year singsongs was recorded..?
actually
and im sure rob lurie is reading this...
hes done quite a nice job.....
weird to suddenly see my story from his perspective...
i mean come on lurie..
you were some seriously uptight little fanboy...or what
and it was yer rite of passage to divest your psyche
of my unintentional superimposition
you see it happened to me too
with my fave popstars
but i was never lucky or unlucky enough to get to meet 'em
so i never gotta chance to do what lurie has done
and its strange to think
that i was casually writing n playing
and looking how i did...with my smirk n all
and somewhere out there
this teenage american kid in some suburban wilderness
is grokking it all
taking it all in
and
taking it all too seriously
just like me with marky boland n david boogie
except....
anyway rob got a masters degree for this book
and now i envy him
i mean cant someone confer a fucking honarary ornery masters degree on me?
cmon ya know i got more poetry in my little thingo
than all them professors at fucking harvard n yale put together
cmon give me some quals!
anyway i wasnt looking forward too much to the drug part
but lurie handles it with aplomb
and his "imagined" bits arent too far off the mark..
most of em anyway
and lurie attempts to come to some kinda understanding of my paradox
that is i can be so nice
or i can be so not nice
and hardly anything in the middle
and its funny that lurie puts the boot in a bit at the end
and he reckons that the fambley manne thing is an act
and my everyman pose is faux
and really im the same old prick
and rob youve hit the nail on the head actually
and its great to see that i can still perplex you after all these years
and its great that occaisionally your sense of frustration
because you wanted to shake my unbeknownst influence ages ago
and youve taken your obsession
and robby baybee
i like your book
i enjoyed it
theres a few bits gonna get me into trouble maybe....
but in the end
he does say that my stuff stood the test of time
though sadly he only gives ultc 3 stars
but he eventually comes to a conclusion that
it was kinda worth it
your heroes are never gonna be exactly how ya hoped
lurie should thank his lucky stars
that he did meet me as the stocky thinning haired everyman
and not the glamourous little prick he worshipped
or he woulda gone home with his delusions shattered
ive tried to change since those days
and i have changed as a natural process as well
like everyone
of course that old sk is still in the sub-strata somewhere
that nasty disinterested one
and to tell ya the truth
how could you be interested in every stranger
that ya met by the bucketloads in those days
jesus i was a arrogant turkey....sometimes
im not good at meeting people
it aint one of my skills
smalltalk n schmoozing
actually i dont care...
and man between 1986-1990
i met rob luries in every city of this world
guys who loved ya so much...
they wanted some intangible fucking thing...
i didnt know what it was
they didnt know what it was
except maybe i get em a deal with arista n produce their album
or something
anyway when it became apparent
that you werent interested at all
they often become argumentative n nasty
not understanding that
youre in the middle of a long tour
and its late
n yer stoned and or drunk
n very tired
n you cant even remember the lyrics
some fresh scrubbed "college" kid in boise is querying you about
as i said before
if youd let me loose on my heroes
im sure i woulda come home with cuffed ears
but it sure was tedious meeting some of those guys
lurie...i didnt even remember meeting him
till i read a little thing hed written about meeting me in london
during my "tired n emotional" phase
and his piece was brutally honest but he could still see
something in my shambles that kept him going
i completely perplexed him with my unintentional carryon
and he wrote it well
ya see rob thinks he hasnt gotta naxe to grind
but i wonder if he can percieve that he does
?
and that is
when you go n worship someone that much
well
you sorta feel like .....
well its hard to explain...
you feel a bit annoyed or something
that youve spent so much effort on them
instead of getting yer own thing together
its great to have influences
its impossible not to
but when the time comes
ya gotta make the break
which is the difference between me n him
i made the break
and he didnt
now rob i hope ya dont mind me analyzing ya here on my blogge
i get a bit of analysis in ye olde bio n ya gotta suffer the slings n arrows
i think its a real good read and its written pretty well
a style emerges and i enjoyed it
i wont cringe at all if i see it in a bookstore
does this mean you can say authorised?
wow i read this book about david bowie some guy wrote
that was not authorised
jesus naughty david
with his thing for black womens bottoms
n the shadow that infested his swimming pool
and the cocaine
and the cocaine
and the...
did i mention cocaine?
i guess him n that biographer dont speak much these days...
ha ha
so i say
read robs book by all means
theres some hilarious stuff in there
like pryce surplus and his bitter rant
about how i lack any credibility and how i can never have it
gee pryce uh didja see the five star review last week in the age?
and simon polinski saying what a diamond geezer i am
cmon polinski, get fucking real, olde bean
im a bastard and ya know it
ha ha
rob it was interesting to revisit my self thru your eyes
i felt good when id finished reading it
and i also felt happy for ya too
cos it IS a good book
and you finally got something concrete outta all that kilbey carryon
you turned it round my son
youve done well!
ah ....
dont it bring a little tear to yer eye?
no?
i guess i was sposed to be checking for any innaccuracies
i dont really care about innaccuracies that much
i mean what does it matter what year singsongs was recorded..?
actually
and im sure rob lurie is reading this...
hes done quite a nice job.....
weird to suddenly see my story from his perspective...
i mean come on lurie..
you were some seriously uptight little fanboy...or what
and it was yer rite of passage to divest your psyche
of my unintentional superimposition
you see it happened to me too
with my fave popstars
but i was never lucky or unlucky enough to get to meet 'em
so i never gotta chance to do what lurie has done
and its strange to think
that i was casually writing n playing
and looking how i did...with my smirk n all
and somewhere out there
this teenage american kid in some suburban wilderness
is grokking it all
taking it all in
and
taking it all too seriously
just like me with marky boland n david boogie
except....
anyway rob got a masters degree for this book
and now i envy him
i mean cant someone confer a fucking honarary ornery masters degree on me?
cmon ya know i got more poetry in my little thingo
than all them professors at fucking harvard n yale put together
cmon give me some quals!
anyway i wasnt looking forward too much to the drug part
but lurie handles it with aplomb
and his "imagined" bits arent too far off the mark..
most of em anyway
and lurie attempts to come to some kinda understanding of my paradox
that is i can be so nice
or i can be so not nice
and hardly anything in the middle
and its funny that lurie puts the boot in a bit at the end
and he reckons that the fambley manne thing is an act
and my everyman pose is faux
and really im the same old prick
and rob youve hit the nail on the head actually
and its great to see that i can still perplex you after all these years
and its great that occaisionally your sense of frustration
because you wanted to shake my unbeknownst influence ages ago
and youve taken your obsession
and robby baybee
i like your book
i enjoyed it
theres a few bits gonna get me into trouble maybe....
but in the end
he does say that my stuff stood the test of time
though sadly he only gives ultc 3 stars
but he eventually comes to a conclusion that
it was kinda worth it
your heroes are never gonna be exactly how ya hoped
lurie should thank his lucky stars
that he did meet me as the stocky thinning haired everyman
and not the glamourous little prick he worshipped
or he woulda gone home with his delusions shattered
ive tried to change since those days
and i have changed as a natural process as well
like everyone
of course that old sk is still in the sub-strata somewhere
that nasty disinterested one
and to tell ya the truth
how could you be interested in every stranger
that ya met by the bucketloads in those days
jesus i was a arrogant turkey....sometimes
im not good at meeting people
it aint one of my skills
smalltalk n schmoozing
actually i dont care...
and man between 1986-1990
i met rob luries in every city of this world
guys who loved ya so much...
they wanted some intangible fucking thing...
i didnt know what it was
they didnt know what it was
except maybe i get em a deal with arista n produce their album
or something
anyway when it became apparent
that you werent interested at all
they often become argumentative n nasty
not understanding that
youre in the middle of a long tour
and its late
n yer stoned and or drunk
n very tired
n you cant even remember the lyrics
some fresh scrubbed "college" kid in boise is querying you about
as i said before
if youd let me loose on my heroes
im sure i woulda come home with cuffed ears
but it sure was tedious meeting some of those guys
lurie...i didnt even remember meeting him
till i read a little thing hed written about meeting me in london
during my "tired n emotional" phase
and his piece was brutally honest but he could still see
something in my shambles that kept him going
i completely perplexed him with my unintentional carryon
and he wrote it well
ya see rob thinks he hasnt gotta naxe to grind
but i wonder if he can percieve that he does
?
and that is
when you go n worship someone that much
well
you sorta feel like .....
well its hard to explain...
you feel a bit annoyed or something
that youve spent so much effort on them
instead of getting yer own thing together
its great to have influences
its impossible not to
but when the time comes
ya gotta make the break
which is the difference between me n him
i made the break
and he didnt
now rob i hope ya dont mind me analyzing ya here on my blogge
i get a bit of analysis in ye olde bio n ya gotta suffer the slings n arrows
i think its a real good read and its written pretty well
a style emerges and i enjoyed it
i wont cringe at all if i see it in a bookstore
does this mean you can say authorised?
wow i read this book about david bowie some guy wrote
that was not authorised
jesus naughty david
with his thing for black womens bottoms
n the shadow that infested his swimming pool
and the cocaine
and the cocaine
and the...
did i mention cocaine?
i guess him n that biographer dont speak much these days...
ha ha
so i say
read robs book by all means
theres some hilarious stuff in there
like pryce surplus and his bitter rant
about how i lack any credibility and how i can never have it
gee pryce uh didja see the five star review last week in the age?
and simon polinski saying what a diamond geezer i am
cmon polinski, get fucking real, olde bean
im a bastard and ya know it
ha ha
rob it was interesting to revisit my self thru your eyes
i felt good when id finished reading it
and i also felt happy for ya too
cos it IS a good book
and you finally got something concrete outta all that kilbey carryon
you turned it round my son
youve done well!
ah ....
dont it bring a little tear to yer eye?
no?
Saturday, February 17, 2007
gouache wash
yesterday hadda jam with jonny z
hamish s
and stu h
jazzy players
we met up at this place overlooking tamarama beach
good lord i feel like im in a modesty blaise film up there
cactus plants n courtyards
a table n chairs outside overlooking the pacific
god these jazz guys can play
i get confused easy at 1st
im playing my bass
so theres electric bass
n double bass
then hamy on drums
stu on piano
im all thumbs
i feel like ive never played my bass in our lives
i wanna show these guys i can play
but i cant get even the smallest thing together
i think about yoga
i think about swimming
gradually i relax and get some discipline over my fingers
i start doing a little chordal riff
j z comes in on a slippery slidey bass thing
the drums n piano come in like magic
ok we all know we onto something
a cuppla hours later n we got a good instrumental piece
recorded on stueys phone
we knock out a cuppla more things
wow
i hope we could get to record this stuff
i wanna string some narrative lyrics over the top
anyway we have a cuppa tea with the druid who lives there
my envy dismantled immediately when he turns out to be real nice
ha ha
anyway after that
"the eagle landed" chez killbee
and rikki tikki came over
now clock this
2 of the grooviest alt-rock-space-indy-windy-miney-mo rockers
ever
i mean
the bj fuckin m.....dude...where you been..!!!???
rikki youre so bohemian...AAAARGGGHHH!
anyway nk wants to have a wee sleep
but not with ye olde bumper..
however the doodles want something to eat
despite ricky being late for an appointment
with even more groovy rockstarz
in ultra-hip/groovy paddington
hes pressed into service
the bumper has climbed like a chimp into my arms
and she aint being put down
how can i cook like this...i moan
and ricki jumps into action
i mean as a cook hes a good guitarist
and he keeps asking me
what to do next
as he juggles tomato soup n toasted sandwiches
well this is alright
i got this other dude cooking the doodles food
and all i gotta do is hold bumper
whos in a sad mood
we listen to my version of images of london
on a brand new kev carmody tribute record
out now on emi
who?
emi
eventually
after being very patient
me n eve n aurora drive ricky off to his film
course hes pretty late by now
but true to form
rikki never complains
i can see why they need ya in that groop
a calm rocker in the eye of the sturm und drunks
on the way home i quiz the doodles on names of baby animals
they dont know that baby swans are called cygnettes
thats a silly name they both protest
and fingerling strikes their fancy as another silly name
aurora (who is nicknamed the biggle
because when she n eve were babies
she was the big girl)
says dad what do they call baby biggles
i dunno i say
chatlings she says
cos aurora is aurora love-a-chat
and she can talk the hynde leg off a donkeys ass
q:how are you guys today
both: good?
what about yer cough aurora?
good....uh, not really
have any dreams lassanite?
both : no!
aurora : thats what we say...err we dont really know
do you guys believe in god?
both : yeah
eve : who the heck dya think made all this earth?
aurora : he lives forever
what happens when someone dies?
a: a one way ticket to the underworld...
e: they go up into heaven and fish go to the
big blue pond in the sky..
what does art mean to you?
eve : its really important to do some art each day
that way ya get better n better
a: its a very simple part of nature
eve; it is a part of nature cos papers made outta trees!
i gotta few more questions
aurora walks off holding her back
im sorry dad i dont think i can make it..
cmon i say
ok 3 more questions
whats the worst thing with adults?
aurora : they tell ya what to do
whats the best thing with adults?
a: they take care you
e : i dunno whatd aurora say?
would either of you like to sing or play music for a living?
a : yes id like to have a rock band with my frends
e : sing
hows the bumper?
nk :sleeping
hey nk whats it like being my wife?
nk : (long silence) its a real adventure....
(hmmm thats ambiguous)
nk laughs sounding like betty rubble
whats yer favourite chrunch song?
nk a hard question to answer
aurora:under the wilky under the ....
i gotta feeling that whatever i ask you..
nk: me?
aurora : i answered his questions..
nk i'll give you five of my favourite
ok
nk: invisible,telepath, its no reason, buffalo,real toggle action
(wow 4 outta five aint bad)
the bumper arrives and starts kissing auroras belly
whats the best thing about living in australia?
nk : um oh god....all the beautiful beaches..australia
no i dont wanna say that...(in a soft seductive tone)
i was gonna say gettin to see all the cherch shows here...
(oh good girl, nk!)
what do you, apart from your family, miss most about the u.s.a?
nk( slightly teary eyed) oh god i wanna say something interesting..
forget that. what do you really miss...?
nk...i ...i...miss the trees the seasons and autumn all the trees
changing colours n in spring ....all the classic seasons
what do dislike most about australia?
nk : ummm...oh god (betty rubble laugh) all the cockroaches
whats it like being a woman
nk: hmmm.....ummm...clears her throat
sometimes its the most wonderful thing
sometimes the hardest..
me: but you could say that about being a man
nk : you could..
whats the worst thing about me?
nk ; the way you often harshly judge yourself
sometimes youre too critical of yourself..
what about when im being over egotistical...doesnt that negate
the harsh standards?
nk : smiles ..laughs ..very occaisionally you can be annoying with that
but youre an extraordinary person..
me : shucks
one last question
what goes on behind locked doors?
nk : oh no (starts to giggle) are you really asking me that?
me : yes
nk : cant ya just put
wouldnt y'all love to know...
hamish s
and stu h
jazzy players
we met up at this place overlooking tamarama beach
good lord i feel like im in a modesty blaise film up there
cactus plants n courtyards
a table n chairs outside overlooking the pacific
god these jazz guys can play
i get confused easy at 1st
im playing my bass
so theres electric bass
n double bass
then hamy on drums
stu on piano
im all thumbs
i feel like ive never played my bass in our lives
i wanna show these guys i can play
but i cant get even the smallest thing together
i think about yoga
i think about swimming
gradually i relax and get some discipline over my fingers
i start doing a little chordal riff
j z comes in on a slippery slidey bass thing
the drums n piano come in like magic
ok we all know we onto something
a cuppla hours later n we got a good instrumental piece
recorded on stueys phone
we knock out a cuppla more things
wow
i hope we could get to record this stuff
i wanna string some narrative lyrics over the top
anyway we have a cuppa tea with the druid who lives there
my envy dismantled immediately when he turns out to be real nice
ha ha
anyway after that
"the eagle landed" chez killbee
and rikki tikki came over
now clock this
2 of the grooviest alt-rock-space-indy-windy-miney-mo rockers
ever
i mean
the bj fuckin m.....dude...where you been..!!!???
rikki youre so bohemian...AAAARGGGHHH!
anyway nk wants to have a wee sleep
but not with ye olde bumper..
however the doodles want something to eat
despite ricky being late for an appointment
with even more groovy rockstarz
in ultra-hip/groovy paddington
hes pressed into service
the bumper has climbed like a chimp into my arms
and she aint being put down
how can i cook like this...i moan
and ricki jumps into action
i mean as a cook hes a good guitarist
and he keeps asking me
what to do next
as he juggles tomato soup n toasted sandwiches
well this is alright
i got this other dude cooking the doodles food
and all i gotta do is hold bumper
whos in a sad mood
we listen to my version of images of london
on a brand new kev carmody tribute record
out now on emi
who?
emi
eventually
after being very patient
me n eve n aurora drive ricky off to his film
course hes pretty late by now
but true to form
rikki never complains
i can see why they need ya in that groop
a calm rocker in the eye of the sturm und drunks
on the way home i quiz the doodles on names of baby animals
they dont know that baby swans are called cygnettes
thats a silly name they both protest
and fingerling strikes their fancy as another silly name
aurora (who is nicknamed the biggle
because when she n eve were babies
she was the big girl)
says dad what do they call baby biggles
i dunno i say
chatlings she says
cos aurora is aurora love-a-chat
and she can talk the hynde leg off a donkeys ass
q:how are you guys today
both: good?
what about yer cough aurora?
good....uh, not really
have any dreams lassanite?
both : no!
aurora : thats what we say...err we dont really know
do you guys believe in god?
both : yeah
eve : who the heck dya think made all this earth?
aurora : he lives forever
what happens when someone dies?
a: a one way ticket to the underworld...
e: they go up into heaven and fish go to the
big blue pond in the sky..
what does art mean to you?
eve : its really important to do some art each day
that way ya get better n better
a: its a very simple part of nature
eve; it is a part of nature cos papers made outta trees!
i gotta few more questions
aurora walks off holding her back
im sorry dad i dont think i can make it..
cmon i say
ok 3 more questions
whats the worst thing with adults?
aurora : they tell ya what to do
whats the best thing with adults?
a: they take care you
e : i dunno whatd aurora say?
would either of you like to sing or play music for a living?
a : yes id like to have a rock band with my frends
e : sing
hows the bumper?
nk :sleeping
hey nk whats it like being my wife?
nk : (long silence) its a real adventure....
(hmmm thats ambiguous)
nk laughs sounding like betty rubble
whats yer favourite chrunch song?
nk a hard question to answer
aurora:under the wilky under the ....
i gotta feeling that whatever i ask you..
nk: me?
aurora : i answered his questions..
nk i'll give you five of my favourite
ok
nk: invisible,telepath, its no reason, buffalo,real toggle action
(wow 4 outta five aint bad)
the bumper arrives and starts kissing auroras belly
whats the best thing about living in australia?
nk : um oh god....all the beautiful beaches..australia
no i dont wanna say that...(in a soft seductive tone)
i was gonna say gettin to see all the cherch shows here...
(oh good girl, nk!)
what do you, apart from your family, miss most about the u.s.a?
nk( slightly teary eyed) oh god i wanna say something interesting..
forget that. what do you really miss...?
nk...i ...i...miss the trees the seasons and autumn all the trees
changing colours n in spring ....all the classic seasons
what do dislike most about australia?
nk : ummm...oh god (betty rubble laugh) all the cockroaches
whats it like being a woman
nk: hmmm.....ummm...clears her throat
sometimes its the most wonderful thing
sometimes the hardest..
me: but you could say that about being a man
nk : you could..
whats the worst thing about me?
nk ; the way you often harshly judge yourself
sometimes youre too critical of yourself..
what about when im being over egotistical...doesnt that negate
the harsh standards?
nk : smiles ..laughs ..very occaisionally you can be annoying with that
but youre an extraordinary person..
me : shucks
one last question
what goes on behind locked doors?
nk : oh no (starts to giggle) are you really asking me that?
me : yes
nk : cant ya just put
wouldnt y'all love to know...
Friday, February 16, 2007
flim-flam
a wave of nausea filled the being
as he jumped headlong into the future
when he awoke he was alone
a dark night sky filled a vast expanse
stars twinkled
but he could recognize none of the constellations
a lonely creature howled somewhere far away
the being shuddered
in the darkness things rustled
he could hear the drip drip drip of moisture
he could feel the awful weight of that forsaken sky
pressing down upon him
so this was it huh?
the much vaunted future
well it was warm
warm n dark
erskine wondered where he was
the soft rain began
music started up
somewhere
sad music
music that sang about erskines life
he couldnt even hear any words
but in his heart he felt the song
oh so long ago
no these memories.....
from another earth
from another person
steve kilbey
ha ha
erskine had written a little novella
called ephemera
it really didnt have much plot
just this musician wandering around
having misadventures
n getting killed
in some other world
a world with cities that have names like
boston
erskine set his story in 1986
was that past or still to come now?
steve kilbey was playing this place in boston
he was playing before another musician called reverb n rabbits
boston was a strange place
bitterly brutally cold
oh how erskine wouldve enjoyed a blast of bostons freezing winter air
but it was afterall only fiction
in erskines world it was warm n damp
erskine swung malarial in his hammock
erskine was delerious n delusional thats for sure
he dreamed he was the time being too
the time being was some older guy with a white beard
some smart arse "space rocker" erskine had hallucinated one night
well, it was always night now
i mean
the sun was out there shining of course
but
well erskine couldnt actually explain what had happened
but anyway
that was before he was born
he had heard all those old wives tales
about the moon
and about winter
but quite franklin
he wasnt buying any of it
anyway erskine left all that "what if only"s to other people
he was a musici....
no i mean he was a magician
and he wrote a thing called a blogge
which is a silly name
i mean even the olde being was stuck with that
and young steve kilbey in boston playing his thing
jesus so slim n all that hair
does he even know that im dreaming him up
hanging in my hammock
malarial n outta my skull on opiummmm?
the being out there somewhere
being himself
being others
the being, himself
himself, the being
or stevie k
playing that song
he dont even know why he wrote that song
i mean
he didnt....i did
me here in boston
i look in the mirror
tight blue pants
a waistcoat n a silk shirt
2 blue mexican crucifix studs in ears
a naive face late twenties or early thirties
i gotta play now
i gotta get ready
i gotta strap on this ...uh...plank..
but no wand....but...
no musicians dont have wands..
musicians play things
like kilbey playing a ......
oh i cant quite picture it
a keyboard
typing typing
commands to execute
the being intruding
the intruder being
erskine look up at the stars again
antares n arcturus
and artemis and palanor
and the pole stars and the green star
and if you want to be a star of stage n screen...
words intersected in erskines head
emerald haunt and overdrive
i mean its nonsense isnt it
it doesnt even make grammatical sense
unless emerald is being addressed in the vocative case
in which case the emerald is being commanded to haunt
but by who and why?
nightmare descent into nineveh city
sang steve kilby
and the crowd, the audience could see it all
i mean theyre my fictional audience
you know not real people
like nevets yeblik n his muse
not like me johnny erskine
and my wife conesuela
whos spanish or mexican or..
and not like that olde time being
inhabiting the nooks n crannies in history
out there in his future
a legend in his spare time
who ?
whos that?
and who are you
eaves dropping on us...?
what could you want here
as i swing in my hammock
as he sings in boston in 19 eighty 6
as the being sits there type type type
hammer on hammer off i say
i say treat women rough and theyll make you breakfast in bed
i say privelege in privelege
i'd speak spanish to my wife
but shes gone gone gone
she left me this note
called
el momento descuidado
but thats weird
i mean
its not even proper spanish...
why would she write that....
the being types as erskine swings as stevie sings
we need microphones and managers...
a microphone ...thats what kilbys instrument was called...
but why would kilby sing that...?
it doesnt matter
no ones gonna care what the words are
i mean the words are a prop
for the story of the time being
and this other one too
a negative reversal
and daughters...!
yes...there were daughters...
and the song was called mer
it was about the sea i guess
and there was this book called
the ground under her feet
and damnit it beat me to my storey
about a singer called steve kilbey who channels music
from this universe into his
which is like ours except a few key things have been changed
for example in his universe
there is a band called the rolling stones who are very successful
while here the rolling stones are a tribute band to
the greatest rocknroll band on earth
the b j m
i mean anton newley has singlehandedly shaped rock since
he burst out of liverpool in the 19?0s
i mean...
what do i mean
and what about ricki the lead rhythm guy
did he drown in my swimming pool
or was that jorge harryson?
santa francesca
the corner of haight n crown streets
no no
theres no such place
its an intersection
its only a point after all
but what is a point
and what is the point?
right?
and anton newley wrote that song
i cant get no brown sugar
and another group called six inch nails did a duet
with victory a'mos
and trex was in the cretaceous error
and by concealing a small metal pick
in the fleshy folds of his feet
houdini was able to play the ebow solo in mer
muse: youve fucken flipped olde bean..
nevets yeblik pots won
sure sure
we understand
the pressure
the late nights
the drinkin'drugs
the blinkin' lights
the hammering tongs
damn
the hammock swings
the singer and his voice
the good type types good
muse where are you?
and all the carni-voormen
and the hyena-girls?
and is this the malaria talking
type type type
ive run out of ink
thinks nevets
kilbys singing about the highway
and the pain in their ice
he knew about the thaw i guess
did we all intersect there
which ice?
the polar caps?
the drug?
the ice in the mescal he used ta drink in those days?
who cares anymore
i can never unravel this mess
see see for yourself
im run down by a train
stand back from a shark attack
and its all the same...
hey that IS good
relax killbee never wrote that...
no?
not in this world any way
maybe over there
where?
you know
there
there?
yeah!
as he jumped headlong into the future
when he awoke he was alone
a dark night sky filled a vast expanse
stars twinkled
but he could recognize none of the constellations
a lonely creature howled somewhere far away
the being shuddered
in the darkness things rustled
he could hear the drip drip drip of moisture
he could feel the awful weight of that forsaken sky
pressing down upon him
so this was it huh?
the much vaunted future
well it was warm
warm n dark
erskine wondered where he was
the soft rain began
music started up
somewhere
sad music
music that sang about erskines life
he couldnt even hear any words
but in his heart he felt the song
oh so long ago
no these memories.....
from another earth
from another person
steve kilbey
ha ha
erskine had written a little novella
called ephemera
it really didnt have much plot
just this musician wandering around
having misadventures
n getting killed
in some other world
a world with cities that have names like
boston
erskine set his story in 1986
was that past or still to come now?
steve kilbey was playing this place in boston
he was playing before another musician called reverb n rabbits
boston was a strange place
bitterly brutally cold
oh how erskine wouldve enjoyed a blast of bostons freezing winter air
but it was afterall only fiction
in erskines world it was warm n damp
erskine swung malarial in his hammock
erskine was delerious n delusional thats for sure
he dreamed he was the time being too
the time being was some older guy with a white beard
some smart arse "space rocker" erskine had hallucinated one night
well, it was always night now
i mean
the sun was out there shining of course
but
well erskine couldnt actually explain what had happened
but anyway
that was before he was born
he had heard all those old wives tales
about the moon
and about winter
but quite franklin
he wasnt buying any of it
anyway erskine left all that "what if only"s to other people
he was a musici....
no i mean he was a magician
and he wrote a thing called a blogge
which is a silly name
i mean even the olde being was stuck with that
and young steve kilbey in boston playing his thing
jesus so slim n all that hair
does he even know that im dreaming him up
hanging in my hammock
malarial n outta my skull on opiummmm?
the being out there somewhere
being himself
being others
the being, himself
himself, the being
or stevie k
playing that song
he dont even know why he wrote that song
i mean
he didnt....i did
me here in boston
i look in the mirror
tight blue pants
a waistcoat n a silk shirt
2 blue mexican crucifix studs in ears
a naive face late twenties or early thirties
i gotta play now
i gotta get ready
i gotta strap on this ...uh...plank..
but no wand....but...
no musicians dont have wands..
musicians play things
like kilbey playing a ......
oh i cant quite picture it
a keyboard
typing typing
commands to execute
the being intruding
the intruder being
erskine look up at the stars again
antares n arcturus
and artemis and palanor
and the pole stars and the green star
and if you want to be a star of stage n screen...
words intersected in erskines head
emerald haunt and overdrive
i mean its nonsense isnt it
it doesnt even make grammatical sense
unless emerald is being addressed in the vocative case
in which case the emerald is being commanded to haunt
but by who and why?
nightmare descent into nineveh city
sang steve kilby
and the crowd, the audience could see it all
i mean theyre my fictional audience
you know not real people
like nevets yeblik n his muse
not like me johnny erskine
and my wife conesuela
whos spanish or mexican or..
and not like that olde time being
inhabiting the nooks n crannies in history
out there in his future
a legend in his spare time
who ?
whos that?
and who are you
eaves dropping on us...?
what could you want here
as i swing in my hammock
as he sings in boston in 19 eighty 6
as the being sits there type type type
hammer on hammer off i say
i say treat women rough and theyll make you breakfast in bed
i say privelege in privelege
i'd speak spanish to my wife
but shes gone gone gone
she left me this note
called
el momento descuidado
but thats weird
i mean
its not even proper spanish...
why would she write that....
the being types as erskine swings as stevie sings
we need microphones and managers...
a microphone ...thats what kilbys instrument was called...
but why would kilby sing that...?
it doesnt matter
no ones gonna care what the words are
i mean the words are a prop
for the story of the time being
and this other one too
a negative reversal
and daughters...!
yes...there were daughters...
and the song was called mer
it was about the sea i guess
and there was this book called
the ground under her feet
and damnit it beat me to my storey
about a singer called steve kilbey who channels music
from this universe into his
which is like ours except a few key things have been changed
for example in his universe
there is a band called the rolling stones who are very successful
while here the rolling stones are a tribute band to
the greatest rocknroll band on earth
the b j m
i mean anton newley has singlehandedly shaped rock since
he burst out of liverpool in the 19?0s
i mean...
what do i mean
and what about ricki the lead rhythm guy
did he drown in my swimming pool
or was that jorge harryson?
santa francesca
the corner of haight n crown streets
no no
theres no such place
its an intersection
its only a point after all
but what is a point
and what is the point?
right?
and anton newley wrote that song
i cant get no brown sugar
and another group called six inch nails did a duet
with victory a'mos
and trex was in the cretaceous error
and by concealing a small metal pick
in the fleshy folds of his feet
houdini was able to play the ebow solo in mer
muse: youve fucken flipped olde bean..
nevets yeblik pots won
sure sure
we understand
the pressure
the late nights
the drinkin'drugs
the blinkin' lights
the hammering tongs
damn
the hammock swings
the singer and his voice
the good type types good
muse where are you?
and all the carni-voormen
and the hyena-girls?
and is this the malaria talking
type type type
ive run out of ink
thinks nevets
kilbys singing about the highway
and the pain in their ice
he knew about the thaw i guess
did we all intersect there
which ice?
the polar caps?
the drug?
the ice in the mescal he used ta drink in those days?
who cares anymore
i can never unravel this mess
see see for yourself
im run down by a train
stand back from a shark attack
and its all the same...
hey that IS good
relax killbee never wrote that...
no?
not in this world any way
maybe over there
where?
you know
there
there?
yeah!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
pluperfect
stabbing in the dark
billy franklin shut down his neurotine fountain
bad science fiction always made him cringe
and this wasnt gonna be any different
god i hate all those conjunctive pseudo-bullshit words
he said wiping the preda-tour from his chrypto- puce
franklin
as you may remember
is your futuristick magickal uber-agent
working for a cabal of tycoons n millionaires
intent on subverting "reality"
franklin is gaunt n wasted
his thin air plastered against his scalp
like steerpike on meth-analog
or like andre breton on neo-pix
or like robert the bruce on shreddy-mones minus the fucking kilt
or like apollo mc god on ambrosia dipped purple heads
yeah franklin is a cool cool cat
hes got nine lives too
one for the flaming sun
2 for the location
3 for the martyrs and the etc etc etc
billy franklin always gets a 5 star review too
for all his music/chrymes
franklin is the laydees man
franklin is the last word in hideo-cute
he hunts down carnivores n picks em off with his appender
nothing funny than a flesho out of phase with himself
franklin dont care
they been warned
franklin hadda laugh
a cannister of clean air was now more expensive
than a bottle of clean water
i mean you could still breathe the "free" air
but everynow n then you hadda pop a can of kleen-heir
or yer lungsd give up the ghosting
ever since china n india had become chindia
everytime franklin took a deep breath
he could hear his lungs straining n weezing
trying to find any stray oxy-gen in there
todays assignment: the time being
21 st century blogger n spacerocker
the being had seen it coming way way way back
the 1970s...can you credit that ?
but then in 2007 came the beings crisis of faith
where hed come to a fork in the road
and the being had chosen the nonexistent middle way
deserted by his protogees n disciples
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
for 40 days n nights
tormented by grotesque visions
tempted by the deville
now manifested as a big fat aussie show biz exec
maaate dont ya wanna make some real munnie?
asked the tasteless buffooon
his safari suit open to reveal a leo pendant on his hairy chest
the devilles beer n wine gut hung over his calf-leather belt
and upon his fingers flashed ostentatious gold
maate all ya gotta do is play unguarded moment n eat this
he pushed over a barrel of mc chicken-knuckles
he pulled out a copy of "the charts"
it wasnt just the music charts
the deville had the charts on everything
who was making the most money
who was getting the most sex
who was taking the most drugs
who was living in the nicest house in vaucluse
who was listening to the most hip n obscure music
who was envied most
who stuff was coveted most
whos image was the most copied
who was the most enlightened
who was the most young looking olde guy
who was the most holier than thou
it was all there
an index of where you stood
now he offered the being the world
get thee behind me seitan muttered the being
but the lord of evil was not thru
maate remember how ya used to sell out 2 nights at the enmore?
maate remember how ya used to stay at the poshmore hilton in vaucluse?
and how ya always had a ford waitin for ya at the heir-porte
and ya started with a fuckin falcon n then
i took ya up to a forte
n then a futura
then a fairmont
then a fuckin fairlane
then finally
a LTD
maate you were drivin round in a LTD!
the devilles alcohol swollen veins popped in his face
whats fuckin wrong with ya maaate
you coulda haddit all
you had the loox
you had the choons
you had a grate banned....
my 7th wife n i danced to unguarded moment
at my # 6s beheading n our wedding
the old deville belched a sulphorous !
scuse me mate
ive gotta fuckin ulcer!
missus served up chicken vindaloo
n i feel crook...
have you thought of a vegan diet?
asked the thoughtful being
mee....naaah...im the deville aint i
you cant have a vegan deville can ya?
well why not? offered that pleasant being in his melodious voice
well...began the dev
suddenly he exploded in anger
look i just like the taste...ok?
sure said that handsome calm being
the deville said
how olde art thou being?
verily replied the radiant being
i am 52 summers
no fuckin way groaned the deville
as he eyed his flowing chins n greying flesh
he held his bulging belly n his knees creaked
im only fuckin thirty nine...
the deville stopped and the room grew silent
suddenly franklin burst thru the door
he was naked...all timetravel must be naked
franklin stared at devilles buxsome gorgeous vegan secretary
hey honey do ya like time travel...?
the security men burst thru the door levelling their salami guns
at the being n franklin
and the sprinkler system went off
the infra red alarms went off too
and the whole place was breaking up
the being ,franklin n the naked secretary
ran thru the now cracking apart building
take them
take them
screamed the dev
his men all crack shots
could not seem to hit our hero
the 3 fled out a secret passageway
that ran under a nuclear playstation
suddenly they came to a sheer drop
the ocean crashed around rocks far below
the devilles men were on their trail
there was only one thing left to do
(to be continued)
billy franklin shut down his neurotine fountain
bad science fiction always made him cringe
and this wasnt gonna be any different
god i hate all those conjunctive pseudo-bullshit words
he said wiping the preda-tour from his chrypto- puce
franklin
as you may remember
is your futuristick magickal uber-agent
working for a cabal of tycoons n millionaires
intent on subverting "reality"
franklin is gaunt n wasted
his thin air plastered against his scalp
like steerpike on meth-analog
or like andre breton on neo-pix
or like robert the bruce on shreddy-mones minus the fucking kilt
or like apollo mc god on ambrosia dipped purple heads
yeah franklin is a cool cool cat
hes got nine lives too
one for the flaming sun
2 for the location
3 for the martyrs and the etc etc etc
billy franklin always gets a 5 star review too
for all his music/chrymes
franklin is the laydees man
franklin is the last word in hideo-cute
he hunts down carnivores n picks em off with his appender
nothing funny than a flesho out of phase with himself
franklin dont care
they been warned
franklin hadda laugh
a cannister of clean air was now more expensive
than a bottle of clean water
i mean you could still breathe the "free" air
but everynow n then you hadda pop a can of kleen-heir
or yer lungsd give up the ghosting
ever since china n india had become chindia
everytime franklin took a deep breath
he could hear his lungs straining n weezing
trying to find any stray oxy-gen in there
todays assignment: the time being
21 st century blogger n spacerocker
the being had seen it coming way way way back
the 1970s...can you credit that ?
but then in 2007 came the beings crisis of faith
where hed come to a fork in the road
and the being had chosen the nonexistent middle way
deserted by his protogees n disciples
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
for 40 days n nights
tormented by grotesque visions
tempted by the deville
now manifested as a big fat aussie show biz exec
maaate dont ya wanna make some real munnie?
asked the tasteless buffooon
his safari suit open to reveal a leo pendant on his hairy chest
the devilles beer n wine gut hung over his calf-leather belt
and upon his fingers flashed ostentatious gold
maate all ya gotta do is play unguarded moment n eat this
he pushed over a barrel of mc chicken-knuckles
he pulled out a copy of "the charts"
it wasnt just the music charts
the deville had the charts on everything
who was making the most money
who was getting the most sex
who was taking the most drugs
who was living in the nicest house in vaucluse
who was listening to the most hip n obscure music
who was envied most
who stuff was coveted most
whos image was the most copied
who was the most enlightened
who was the most young looking olde guy
who was the most holier than thou
it was all there
an index of where you stood
now he offered the being the world
get thee behind me seitan muttered the being
but the lord of evil was not thru
maate remember how ya used to sell out 2 nights at the enmore?
maate remember how ya used to stay at the poshmore hilton in vaucluse?
and how ya always had a ford waitin for ya at the heir-porte
and ya started with a fuckin falcon n then
i took ya up to a forte
n then a futura
then a fairmont
then a fuckin fairlane
then finally
a LTD
maate you were drivin round in a LTD!
the devilles alcohol swollen veins popped in his face
whats fuckin wrong with ya maaate
you coulda haddit all
you had the loox
you had the choons
you had a grate banned....
my 7th wife n i danced to unguarded moment
at my # 6s beheading n our wedding
the old deville belched a sulphorous !
scuse me mate
ive gotta fuckin ulcer!
missus served up chicken vindaloo
n i feel crook...
have you thought of a vegan diet?
asked the thoughtful being
mee....naaah...im the deville aint i
you cant have a vegan deville can ya?
well why not? offered that pleasant being in his melodious voice
well...began the dev
suddenly he exploded in anger
look i just like the taste...ok?
sure said that handsome calm being
the deville said
how olde art thou being?
verily replied the radiant being
i am 52 summers
no fuckin way groaned the deville
as he eyed his flowing chins n greying flesh
he held his bulging belly n his knees creaked
im only fuckin thirty nine...
the deville stopped and the room grew silent
suddenly franklin burst thru the door
he was naked...all timetravel must be naked
franklin stared at devilles buxsome gorgeous vegan secretary
hey honey do ya like time travel...?
the security men burst thru the door levelling their salami guns
at the being n franklin
and the sprinkler system went off
the infra red alarms went off too
and the whole place was breaking up
the being ,franklin n the naked secretary
ran thru the now cracking apart building
take them
take them
screamed the dev
his men all crack shots
could not seem to hit our hero
the 3 fled out a secret passageway
that ran under a nuclear playstation
suddenly they came to a sheer drop
the ocean crashed around rocks far below
the devilles men were on their trail
there was only one thing left to do
(to be continued)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
being unsure
goodmorning
confused
gotta cold
(sneeze)
sometimes i run aground
ive been feeling a little unloved
i wonder if all those people have left the blogge?
nope its gone up in the ratings
i mean i'd be really happy if the unrepetent carnivores had gone
and i'd acquired a loada vegs
but to tell you the truth
i dont really know exactly what i was trying to do
i just couldnt believe that they could be so blase
so "get on with something else, then!"
in the face of great tragedy
people say these animals have no voices
but yessaday mwp sent me article from bbc
about an african parrot living in london
with a 950 word vocabulary
who strings articulate phrases n answers together!
imagine
imagine if the beasties
are much cleverer than we imagined
(not that cleverness should be a yardstick for slaughterability!)
and its just their misfortune to not have the right vocal chords mouth n teeth
as humans
to speak our lingo...
to be able to say
please dont kill me...
for some strange reason this parrot
has learned english and demonstrates that animals can "think"
now those piggies gotta be as intelligent as the parrot or what...
and thats another thing that pisses me off
birds in fucking cages
how very obscene n typical human thoughtlessness
the girls downstairs have a parrot
and i see him in his cage looking out at the tree in the garden
thats full of the same kinda birds as him
only they are eating berries n squawking n flying hither n thither
poor old "maxie" is sitting in his cell doing solitary for life
why?
so the girlie can occaisionally look at his pretty feathers
maxie, if you were a sparrow youd be free, olde son....
and heres another thing
yessaday im working on my portrait commission
and ya know what
its looking good
then suddenly
doof doof doof doof doof doof
coming up thru flawboards like a pounding headache
like a throbbing toothache
drowning out n negating the music i was listening to softly
i turn up my music
but it dont drown out the sub bass stab of that doof doof doof
oh no
anything....but this
in my own painting room...
oh no it isnt fair
suddenly i fucken snap
ive smoked a big strong joint
and im not feeling up to argy bargy
but this is too much
and after all the restraint
i show day n night to tread as quietly as possible
on these wafer thin boards
(ooh thats quite poetic!)
and to restrain doodles n la bumper from going crazy
leaping hopping n jumping around
and keep the tv down etc etc
especially in the morning when they sleep in...
any way i go charging outta the door
my head full of phrases like ..uh...
i dunno...stern authoratarian things..
and i knock knock knock at door
yes comes a little voice
yes its me i say
(which is incorrect english...
i should have said" it is i")
one of the girls appears
then the other
then the brother
now although ive looked at these guys plenty
this is the first time ive seen em
and immediately my suspicions are confirmed
3 extremely polite well brought up kids
eager n anxious to please me
thats pretty fuckin' loud sub bass you got there mate
its coming up the floor n using my room as a reverberation chamber
the kids are falling over emselves to ameliorate the situation
theyre very friendly n happy people
theyre not the sharpest knives in the drawer...but neither am i..
we talk a little about late nights n loud music
we talk about the doodles runnin around n bumper crying
gee i like these kids
i dont like their music
i loathe their barby-qs
i dont appreciate their late hours n noisy entry
but they themselves have confounded me again
expecting an angry confrontation
i discover some naive young kids in their 1st ever apt.
eager to "do the right thing"
look i say
when its too loud i'll stamp on the floor
but youll know its not ,like, an angry "how dare you!" stamp
its just me going knock knock down there ..thats a little loud..
then i cant resist it
nk told me shes heard the utmw doof doof playing down there
hey i say
ya know that utmw doof doof
yeah they say
craig obey vs the church says the boy
well guess what im the church!
no way!
they look at me harder consider my speaking voice..
i sing a little to help em along...
(cringeworthy...n'est-ce-pas?)
they break into very aussie
oh wow
awsome
gee
i dont believe it....
did you play on that song?
i fucking wrote it baby!
i leave the kids happy n excited
that theyre livin under a big olde celeb -ritty
their 1st apt in the bigsmoke
and theyre livin under whatsisname
from that group somebody sampled for a doof doof
as i walk up the steps thinkin
well thats that
i hear to my dismay that doof doofs going again
fractionally quieter
fractionally less bass
so theyre clever little bastards
got me likin' em now
but doof still going
damn!
anyway after all that
los doodles stupidos had some frends over for a "playover"
and they went fucking nuts
totally nuts
running round
screaming the bumper is a vampire
screaming at the top of their lungs
and stamping stomping and stampeding
like a herd of bewilderbeasts on jumping beans
they commandeer the karaoke machine
yelling n distorting the mikes
i keep jumping up n threatening em
im gonna ring these kids parents n tell em to come n get em
i blather at em
but the chaos remains unabated
scarlet gets so worked up
shes runnin round yelling at the top of her lungs
my godd shes got a piercing voice
sorta like cilla black if you can remember her
eves getting all hot n sweaty running about
and aurora is quite gung ho about defying me
she seems to have taken control of todays gathering
and shes calling the shots and totally, brazenly
ignoring my pleas for a little reduction in the mayhem
eventually i come running in anger out of my room
due to a caterwauling and an insistent stomp stomp stomp
(the people downstairs surely musta fled in horror by now!)
aurora has the mike n shes "entertaing" the other kids
by bawling into the mike accompanied by a heel going
into the fllor boards ...hard!
the bumper so geed up from the bigger kids by now
is running round in circles
like a baby hippo
and shes bawling along with aurora
nk is sitting there on sofa
shrugging with her hands iin the air
the kids see me come up behind aurora
whos doing just what i been begging her to stop doing
so....
i kick her in the arse
not too hard of course
but its a kick
the rest of the kids break into applause
aurora turns round with her famous "why i oughtta ..." frown
the bumper pauses to say dad dad dad
and im back at my painting for half a second
before it starts up again
did fuckin da vinci work under these conditions
i ask you
anyway
today
finishing
with a
poem
for you
the mirror smashes
one hundred fragments
of me and you
1 the this n that
2 overcast silver
3 golden blaze
4 pointillistic leaves
5 still life in motion
6 early days yet
7 caravan down coast
8 in the car
9 during the trip
10 something you saw
11 turn off long ago
12 further afield
13 the flowers in the shadow
14 river bed
15 rockpools surface ripples lucidly
16 afternoons all swallowed
17 afternoon becomes morning again
18 morning becomes another afternoon
19 days fly by, moments pass like eons
20 dont stop there
21 middle way to heaven
22 remember yourself too
23 buckled knees and trembling hands
24 more where that came from
25 yes but can we drink it?
26 over a quarter the way there
27 seems like yessaday
28 reminds me of..
29 somepeople you wish you could forget!
30 go
31 stop
32 are these really the fragments or just numbers?
33 jesus age
34 the little thorns on the gooseberries
35 tangled roots that seem to come up outta the earth
36 the conch the mace the disc n the lotus
37 watch it!
38 foam
39 the restless wind
40 the downy mildew
41 the rabbit like children
42 multiples
43 rare quality at the price
44 unit in unanderra
45 the blackberry fields long gone
46 days from another time
47 churning the sea
48 turning the tide
49 deciding...
50 made it
51 secretly
52 no going back now
53 all the way home
54 my backs hurting
55 anxiety
56 sonic anathema
57 more later
58 lonely planet
59 sordid isnt it?
60 tell me this isnt too late
61 unreadable
62 closer n closer
63 straight is not "straight"
64 for all the folks at home
65 for grace
66 for amelioration
67 blast
68 running out of steam now
69 lust...of course
70 wisdom is just around the corner
71 relax its just static electricity
72 deep in the shallows
73 but no minnow
74 turn of the light
75 putting up with putdowns
76 that weird feeling in my stomach
77 stumped!
78 speed wobble
79 black cat crossed my path
80 significant...but why
81 it begins
82 kuala lumpur ambassador hotel
83 will not be missed
84 magicians mysterious sleeves
85 still alive
86 large door (say it in french!)
87 jet a door (ditto)
88 mango n womango
89 are you still there?
90 change the ribbon
91 water meters and the fire escapes
92 blackwater
93 things get murky from here on in
94 the kraken awakes
95 the great god pan is dead
96 a room with a fan
97 the engine boils
98 sturm und drang
99 a split second and...
100
confused
gotta cold
(sneeze)
sometimes i run aground
ive been feeling a little unloved
i wonder if all those people have left the blogge?
nope its gone up in the ratings
i mean i'd be really happy if the unrepetent carnivores had gone
and i'd acquired a loada vegs
but to tell you the truth
i dont really know exactly what i was trying to do
i just couldnt believe that they could be so blase
so "get on with something else, then!"
in the face of great tragedy
people say these animals have no voices
but yessaday mwp sent me article from bbc
about an african parrot living in london
with a 950 word vocabulary
who strings articulate phrases n answers together!
imagine
imagine if the beasties
are much cleverer than we imagined
(not that cleverness should be a yardstick for slaughterability!)
and its just their misfortune to not have the right vocal chords mouth n teeth
as humans
to speak our lingo...
to be able to say
please dont kill me...
for some strange reason this parrot
has learned english and demonstrates that animals can "think"
now those piggies gotta be as intelligent as the parrot or what...
and thats another thing that pisses me off
birds in fucking cages
how very obscene n typical human thoughtlessness
the girls downstairs have a parrot
and i see him in his cage looking out at the tree in the garden
thats full of the same kinda birds as him
only they are eating berries n squawking n flying hither n thither
poor old "maxie" is sitting in his cell doing solitary for life
why?
so the girlie can occaisionally look at his pretty feathers
maxie, if you were a sparrow youd be free, olde son....
and heres another thing
yessaday im working on my portrait commission
and ya know what
its looking good
then suddenly
doof doof doof doof doof doof
coming up thru flawboards like a pounding headache
like a throbbing toothache
drowning out n negating the music i was listening to softly
i turn up my music
but it dont drown out the sub bass stab of that doof doof doof
oh no
anything....but this
in my own painting room...
oh no it isnt fair
suddenly i fucken snap
ive smoked a big strong joint
and im not feeling up to argy bargy
but this is too much
and after all the restraint
i show day n night to tread as quietly as possible
on these wafer thin boards
(ooh thats quite poetic!)
and to restrain doodles n la bumper from going crazy
leaping hopping n jumping around
and keep the tv down etc etc
especially in the morning when they sleep in...
any way i go charging outta the door
my head full of phrases like ..uh...
i dunno...stern authoratarian things..
and i knock knock knock at door
yes comes a little voice
yes its me i say
(which is incorrect english...
i should have said" it is i")
one of the girls appears
then the other
then the brother
now although ive looked at these guys plenty
this is the first time ive seen em
and immediately my suspicions are confirmed
3 extremely polite well brought up kids
eager n anxious to please me
thats pretty fuckin' loud sub bass you got there mate
its coming up the floor n using my room as a reverberation chamber
the kids are falling over emselves to ameliorate the situation
theyre very friendly n happy people
theyre not the sharpest knives in the drawer...but neither am i..
we talk a little about late nights n loud music
we talk about the doodles runnin around n bumper crying
gee i like these kids
i dont like their music
i loathe their barby-qs
i dont appreciate their late hours n noisy entry
but they themselves have confounded me again
expecting an angry confrontation
i discover some naive young kids in their 1st ever apt.
eager to "do the right thing"
look i say
when its too loud i'll stamp on the floor
but youll know its not ,like, an angry "how dare you!" stamp
its just me going knock knock down there ..thats a little loud..
then i cant resist it
nk told me shes heard the utmw doof doof playing down there
hey i say
ya know that utmw doof doof
yeah they say
craig obey vs the church says the boy
well guess what im the church!
no way!
they look at me harder consider my speaking voice..
i sing a little to help em along...
(cringeworthy...n'est-ce-pas?)
they break into very aussie
oh wow
awsome
gee
i dont believe it....
did you play on that song?
i fucking wrote it baby!
i leave the kids happy n excited
that theyre livin under a big olde celeb -ritty
their 1st apt in the bigsmoke
and theyre livin under whatsisname
from that group somebody sampled for a doof doof
as i walk up the steps thinkin
well thats that
i hear to my dismay that doof doofs going again
fractionally quieter
fractionally less bass
so theyre clever little bastards
got me likin' em now
but doof still going
damn!
anyway after all that
los doodles stupidos had some frends over for a "playover"
and they went fucking nuts
totally nuts
running round
screaming the bumper is a vampire
screaming at the top of their lungs
and stamping stomping and stampeding
like a herd of bewilderbeasts on jumping beans
they commandeer the karaoke machine
yelling n distorting the mikes
i keep jumping up n threatening em
im gonna ring these kids parents n tell em to come n get em
i blather at em
but the chaos remains unabated
scarlet gets so worked up
shes runnin round yelling at the top of her lungs
my godd shes got a piercing voice
sorta like cilla black if you can remember her
eves getting all hot n sweaty running about
and aurora is quite gung ho about defying me
she seems to have taken control of todays gathering
and shes calling the shots and totally, brazenly
ignoring my pleas for a little reduction in the mayhem
eventually i come running in anger out of my room
due to a caterwauling and an insistent stomp stomp stomp
(the people downstairs surely musta fled in horror by now!)
aurora has the mike n shes "entertaing" the other kids
by bawling into the mike accompanied by a heel going
into the fllor boards ...hard!
the bumper so geed up from the bigger kids by now
is running round in circles
like a baby hippo
and shes bawling along with aurora
nk is sitting there on sofa
shrugging with her hands iin the air
the kids see me come up behind aurora
whos doing just what i been begging her to stop doing
so....
i kick her in the arse
not too hard of course
but its a kick
the rest of the kids break into applause
aurora turns round with her famous "why i oughtta ..." frown
the bumper pauses to say dad dad dad
and im back at my painting for half a second
before it starts up again
did fuckin da vinci work under these conditions
i ask you
anyway
today
finishing
with a
poem
for you
the mirror smashes
one hundred fragments
of me and you
1 the this n that
2 overcast silver
3 golden blaze
4 pointillistic leaves
5 still life in motion
6 early days yet
7 caravan down coast
8 in the car
9 during the trip
10 something you saw
11 turn off long ago
12 further afield
13 the flowers in the shadow
14 river bed
15 rockpools surface ripples lucidly
16 afternoons all swallowed
17 afternoon becomes morning again
18 morning becomes another afternoon
19 days fly by, moments pass like eons
20 dont stop there
21 middle way to heaven
22 remember yourself too
23 buckled knees and trembling hands
24 more where that came from
25 yes but can we drink it?
26 over a quarter the way there
27 seems like yessaday
28 reminds me of..
29 somepeople you wish you could forget!
30 go
31 stop
32 are these really the fragments or just numbers?
33 jesus age
34 the little thorns on the gooseberries
35 tangled roots that seem to come up outta the earth
36 the conch the mace the disc n the lotus
37 watch it!
38 foam
39 the restless wind
40 the downy mildew
41 the rabbit like children
42 multiples
43 rare quality at the price
44 unit in unanderra
45 the blackberry fields long gone
46 days from another time
47 churning the sea
48 turning the tide
49 deciding...
50 made it
51 secretly
52 no going back now
53 all the way home
54 my backs hurting
55 anxiety
56 sonic anathema
57 more later
58 lonely planet
59 sordid isnt it?
60 tell me this isnt too late
61 unreadable
62 closer n closer
63 straight is not "straight"
64 for all the folks at home
65 for grace
66 for amelioration
67 blast
68 running out of steam now
69 lust...of course
70 wisdom is just around the corner
71 relax its just static electricity
72 deep in the shallows
73 but no minnow
74 turn of the light
75 putting up with putdowns
76 that weird feeling in my stomach
77 stumped!
78 speed wobble
79 black cat crossed my path
80 significant...but why
81 it begins
82 kuala lumpur ambassador hotel
83 will not be missed
84 magicians mysterious sleeves
85 still alive
86 large door (say it in french!)
87 jet a door (ditto)
88 mango n womango
89 are you still there?
90 change the ribbon
91 water meters and the fire escapes
92 blackwater
93 things get murky from here on in
94 the kraken awakes
95 the great god pan is dead
96 a room with a fan
97 the engine boils
98 sturm und drang
99 a split second and...
100
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
re-set + q n a with doodles
name:kilbey steven john
born :13 9 54 , welwyn garden city , england
religion : church of england
sex : male
occupation : musician
country of citizenship : england
country of residency : australia
married : yes
children : 5
current abode : nth bondi, nsw 2026
aka : the killer, the time being, nevets yeblik, slim
height : just under 6 feet
weight : 13 stone/ 82 k
blood type : O
previous occupations : n/a
mobile ph : n/a
type of food preferred : gourmet vegan
type of food not prefferred : anything dead, eggplant, cucumber
capsicum
favourite drink : jaeger n red bull
favourite smoke : neils purple heads
favourite music : spacerock, ambient, trex, bowie, dylan, beatles, stones
be bop deluxe, television, jeff buckley, la dusseldorf, harmonia
big star, krautrock, progrock, shoegazers, glamrock, go-bes, triffids
indian, sheila chandra, harold budd, john foxx,
least favourite music : rap, boy bands, girl bands, grunge, heavy, country
opera, trad-jazz, disco, dance, doof-doof,retro, fifties, schmaltz
type of female you like : no makeup, no perfume , must like music, non carnivorous
type of female you dont like : bitchy madeup gossipy drunken smoking bints
type of male you like : straight but not "straight" , no make up no perfume, non carn
type of male you dislike : macho or effeminate, threatening or simpering
stupidest thing you ever did : telling meat eaters to piss off
best thing you ever did : telling meat eaters to piss off
hopes for future : would like world peace, the complete defeat of meat
and a small villa in vaucluse
fears for future : more war, more meat and stuck here above noisy bunch
proud of : biting the hand that feeds
regrets : not biting hard enough while i had better teeth
advice to bon bon : i wouldnt pay 500 hundred bucks for a kramer
in fact, believe it or not, they gave me a kramer acc bass
(back in the ye olde day)
and i gave it back to em cos i couldnt endorse it
i reckon theyre heavy useless things
buy a fender...the rolls royce of basses
advice to peter podcaste : brother, dont undermine me then
whats coming up : more blogges
the play is coming back for 9 shows in march
the chirch tour europe april 07
stories n pictures of aurora kilbey
who is reading this over my shoulder right now
now shes sitting on my lap
telling me about proper nouns
q: aurora what kind of world do you want for the future?
a : i dont really know what ya mean...
q: aurora , wh....
a : uh i gotta go to the bathroom...write something for me, dad..
q : would you like to eat some lamb?
a : no
q : why not?
a : everybody knows im a vegetarian
weve been joined by eve
eve is wrapped in a doona
unseasonably cool here
eve looks like a wood spirit
with her corkscrew n tangly chestnut hair n hazel eyes
aurora looks like a palomino with her blonde straight hair n brown eyes
they both have very nice white teeth
how long is this thing going to be sighs aurora
eve stares off into space
is this yer blogg? says aurora
aw i wish i could write a blogge!
whats it like being a twin?
aurora : very hard i tell you that
eve : hard
what kind of boys do you like?
aurora : im sorry im not gonna answer that
eve : none (a lie)
whats your favourite film?
aurora : looney tunes
eve : i dont know, im really tired
are you?
eve : yeah, i dunno im just really tired
and i dont wanna even go to school
aurora : maybe yer sick
eve : im not sick im just tired
me : what are you doing today
aurora : we dont know
me : if i gave you 10 bucks what wouldya buy?
aurora : maybe some art supplies
eve : a little pet
aurora : youd like a horse wouldnt you
me : what do you guys think about your fathers music?
aurora ; excellent-ay
eve : best music in the world
me : best thing about your dad?
aurora : dad theres so many good things about you
i dont know which one to pick...
me : have a go..
aurora : i cant...hmmm he takes us to the beach a lot
me : worse thing about me?
aurora : sometimes you make us leave straightaway after school
eve : thats mine too
can you quote any lyrics by me?
aurora : i was a down in the city onna mirakel street
eve : i wish i knew what you were looking for
best thing about the bumper?
aurora : she gives kisses
eve : shes really funny
worst thing?
aurora : she throws things at ya
eve : shes a bit of a pain
best thing about life?
aurora : um...long pause ...having friends n growing up
eve : i dunno im too tired
me : go back to bed then...
she does
aurora calls after her
why didnt ya answer some more off daddys questions huh?...
i been answering em before you even got up...
thats it
born :13 9 54 , welwyn garden city , england
religion : church of england
sex : male
occupation : musician
country of citizenship : england
country of residency : australia
married : yes
children : 5
current abode : nth bondi, nsw 2026
aka : the killer, the time being, nevets yeblik, slim
height : just under 6 feet
weight : 13 stone/ 82 k
blood type : O
previous occupations : n/a
mobile ph : n/a
type of food preferred : gourmet vegan
type of food not prefferred : anything dead, eggplant, cucumber
capsicum
favourite drink : jaeger n red bull
favourite smoke : neils purple heads
favourite music : spacerock, ambient, trex, bowie, dylan, beatles, stones
be bop deluxe, television, jeff buckley, la dusseldorf, harmonia
big star, krautrock, progrock, shoegazers, glamrock, go-bes, triffids
indian, sheila chandra, harold budd, john foxx,
least favourite music : rap, boy bands, girl bands, grunge, heavy, country
opera, trad-jazz, disco, dance, doof-doof,retro, fifties, schmaltz
type of female you like : no makeup, no perfume , must like music, non carnivorous
type of female you dont like : bitchy madeup gossipy drunken smoking bints
type of male you like : straight but not "straight" , no make up no perfume, non carn
type of male you dislike : macho or effeminate, threatening or simpering
stupidest thing you ever did : telling meat eaters to piss off
best thing you ever did : telling meat eaters to piss off
hopes for future : would like world peace, the complete defeat of meat
and a small villa in vaucluse
fears for future : more war, more meat and stuck here above noisy bunch
proud of : biting the hand that feeds
regrets : not biting hard enough while i had better teeth
advice to bon bon : i wouldnt pay 500 hundred bucks for a kramer
in fact, believe it or not, they gave me a kramer acc bass
(back in the ye olde day)
and i gave it back to em cos i couldnt endorse it
i reckon theyre heavy useless things
buy a fender...the rolls royce of basses
advice to peter podcaste : brother, dont undermine me then
whats coming up : more blogges
the play is coming back for 9 shows in march
the chirch tour europe april 07
stories n pictures of aurora kilbey
who is reading this over my shoulder right now
now shes sitting on my lap
telling me about proper nouns
q: aurora what kind of world do you want for the future?
a : i dont really know what ya mean...
q: aurora , wh....
a : uh i gotta go to the bathroom...write something for me, dad..
q : would you like to eat some lamb?
a : no
q : why not?
a : everybody knows im a vegetarian
weve been joined by eve
eve is wrapped in a doona
unseasonably cool here
eve looks like a wood spirit
with her corkscrew n tangly chestnut hair n hazel eyes
aurora looks like a palomino with her blonde straight hair n brown eyes
they both have very nice white teeth
how long is this thing going to be sighs aurora
eve stares off into space
is this yer blogg? says aurora
aw i wish i could write a blogge!
whats it like being a twin?
aurora : very hard i tell you that
eve : hard
what kind of boys do you like?
aurora : im sorry im not gonna answer that
eve : none (a lie)
whats your favourite film?
aurora : looney tunes
eve : i dont know, im really tired
are you?
eve : yeah, i dunno im just really tired
and i dont wanna even go to school
aurora : maybe yer sick
eve : im not sick im just tired
me : what are you doing today
aurora : we dont know
me : if i gave you 10 bucks what wouldya buy?
aurora : maybe some art supplies
eve : a little pet
aurora : youd like a horse wouldnt you
me : what do you guys think about your fathers music?
aurora ; excellent-ay
eve : best music in the world
me : best thing about your dad?
aurora : dad theres so many good things about you
i dont know which one to pick...
me : have a go..
aurora : i cant...hmmm he takes us to the beach a lot
me : worse thing about me?
aurora : sometimes you make us leave straightaway after school
eve : thats mine too
can you quote any lyrics by me?
aurora : i was a down in the city onna mirakel street
eve : i wish i knew what you were looking for
best thing about the bumper?
aurora : she gives kisses
eve : shes really funny
worst thing?
aurora : she throws things at ya
eve : shes a bit of a pain
best thing about life?
aurora : um...long pause ...having friends n growing up
eve : i dunno im too tired
me : go back to bed then...
she does
aurora calls after her
why didnt ya answer some more off daddys questions huh?...
i been answering em before you even got up...
thats it
Monday, February 12, 2007
a new morning
bonjour tristesse
oh i feel suddenly lighter....
like ive lost a heavy burden
that did press upon me sorely
i am unconcerned
i am detached
today i will swim n do xi gong n yoga
i will work on my painting of grant l
i will play around with my kids
i will make love with my wife
i will have my friends over
i will eat healthy food
that was not created from sadness n death
(for what else could it produce but that?)
i will raise my beautiful dutiful daughters
to be vegetarians
oh i wish you could see
eve n aurora
theyre both strapping girls
why they came 1st in 2nd in the marathon
and not one bit of meats ever passed their lips
and i will raise them to recycle
and to question authority
especially if its telling you to do something you know is stupid
and i will raise them to respect old people and to listen to them
and i will do my best to keep the tvs n computers turned off
and the artpaper n markers flowing
try n let them swim in the sea everyday
the ocean washes us so clean
and not just our flesh
im gonna try to inculcate in them
a knowledge of this earth
and what its worth
and what women are worth
and what men are worth
and the lives of ALL creatures
and i WILL teach them to detest war n the meat/death industry
because these are my heartfelt convictions
and because hideous meat kills hideously
i will endeavour to help them suffer the slings n arrows
of outrageous fortune
(you should hear the insults n malarkey ive had for being veg
since 1972)
i hope i can do something to offset the constant pressure on females
to be" sexy"
us men dont want it
we like you as you are
why why why dont you understand
throw away perfume n all that make up
no no no
elli n minna dont cover your youthful cheeks in powder blechh
oh be natural
daughters remember how i love you
and what i do for you
and dont allow any less from any man
and its dark n raining here today
a wondrous energy filled morning
sent by beautiful god
ha ha
i dont care if people know i believe in god
i dont care if people know i cry
i dont care if people know that sometimes im envious of other bands
i dont care if people stop reading my blog
or stop listnin to my records
cos i dont think they will...not all of em
cos who else does what i do?
none of em...right? not like me
and i never fuckin sold you out
i might have insulted you
but i never insulted your intelligence
and quite frankly
where are you gonna find another
modern renaissance man at this time of night?
you see
and i know you do
that ive been giving you everything here
to the very best of my ability
whether or not you subscribed
whether or not you agreed with me
hey aint i the first one to say that i say stupid things
have i ever told ya that i was infallible?
im just yer regular 52 year old ex-junky bohemian poet
slinging his jazzbass round this world
hooked up to a bunch of fiendss
in some kinda thing
i dont wanna define it..
look have they all gone now...?
can i really be judgemental now with my intimate coterie
my inner sanctum of like-minded n sympathetic friends
can i?
uh oh
i can feel the presence of some of em
still out there
saying they was pissing off
but uh oh
they snuck back in
maybe just to see if olde kilbeings gonna take a last potshot
at their lardy arses
(i guess that was it!)
go on then
git out of it!
you see they
despite everything
they do love me
attracted to me
cos only i got this thing
there are millions of others out there with there things too
why you got kevin shields
you got bono
or jonny greenwood
you andrew eldritch
and you got alex grey
and you got angela carter
and you got that italo calvino
and you got dante
of whom i am a partial reincarnation (ha ha)
you got your artauds
and yer mems
yer dudes from neptunes
yer sunnyboys
n yer ed kueppers
you got yer robert forsters n bernie fannings
you got yer angus n julia stone n yer arcade fires
you got yer proust n yer devoto
you got yer beck n yer becket
you got yer wolfmother n yer johnny foxx
but
none of em got my spin
which you just happen to like
unless you judged yourself judged
n pissed off
in which case youre not reading these words
anyway today
im gonna think about god
and im gonna think about how god would like me to live my life
and im gonna ask him for the power to make everything i do
more radiant more loving
and ask him to tone down my penchant
for getting all high n mighty
(esp when it comes to meat n "evolution" n war n etc)
and im gonna ask god to help me thru my art
to make this statement over n over
this is a wonderful universe we live in...now dont ruin it!
i think if people see the 1st part the 2nd part follows
now when i meet another man of my age
who can do what i do
with my newfound enthusiasm for life
can run around a stage for 2 hours
can keep producing the goods over n over
i mean i aint ever gonna dry up
im plugged in
i am a fucking electric prophet baby
telling ya one day no more meaty...uh ah no no
i tell you there will be revolt back into style
and people will expect all lyricists to churn out stuff as good as mine
ha ha
im on a real fucking ego trip here n it feels great..ha ha
im totally fucking mad baby
but so so so so
coldly sane
this analytical virgoan mind
this incredible library in my head of arcane tidbits n groovy tales
children you have but begun to glimpse inside my head
i demand a lot but i give a lot
i am the human you never met
i make so many mistakes
i heavy handed where i should be light
im docile when i should attack
but my aspirations...
they are sky fucking high
im that eccentric old uncle you never had
im a mythquoting pastel weilding velvet voiced idiot
and baby i fucking rock
so i know you forgive me for being steve sometimes
cos i could really be so much more than that
so i say let em go....
if theyre gone...
maybe we needed some changes here
i love you guys
i loved them as well
but if you cant agree on basic things
like everythings right to not be brutalized unnecessarily
and im sorry
but i just gotta laugh when people say
i dont respect their beliefs about eating meat
oh...its beliefs now is it...?
but silly me
i mean im preaching to the converted now
will be interesting to see my bloggecharte position plummet
but theres nothing as liberating as plummetting out of a chart
ask me im an expert
and oh dear im ranting again
the reason i want to stop the meat n the reason i avoid meat
is not for the wee animals
its for ourselves
so we can respect ourselves
so we can remain younger n healthier longer
so we can vibrate at this higher rate
because i was saying
give peace a chance
try it the easy way
im sorry if i judged em
but although harsh words are never nice
if i did convert one person
and ya know there were 3 or 4
who said yes sk
im back on the path
and if the demand for that little piglets flesh
and the sweet darling lambs
(how could those sadists eat a lamb???)
and the calves with their huge trusting eyes
and the chickens n geese n all feathered friends
if that demand slackens off by just 3 or 4 people
then surely it was worth it to send those others
off in their pseudo-huffs
theyll be back...
and you know
how gentle is your language sposed to be
when yer describing carnage
they eat the results of unspeakable horror
but wish not be admonished in violent terms
if you eat meat n read my blogge
i hope you are thinking about this whole thing
and if you like what i do
it is all informed by vegetarianism
i could have never written any of my things with meat in my system
and its getting urgent
read that list that guy posted yessaday
101 reasons
if none of them dont move ya
see ya at the barbeque during armageddon
so whaddya know
i started off peaceful
i got boastful in the middle
n ended up ranting n raving
just like the being you love
just like it always was
and will be
on n on
being in love
oh i feel suddenly lighter....
like ive lost a heavy burden
that did press upon me sorely
i am unconcerned
i am detached
today i will swim n do xi gong n yoga
i will work on my painting of grant l
i will play around with my kids
i will make love with my wife
i will have my friends over
i will eat healthy food
that was not created from sadness n death
(for what else could it produce but that?)
i will raise my beautiful dutiful daughters
to be vegetarians
oh i wish you could see
eve n aurora
theyre both strapping girls
why they came 1st in 2nd in the marathon
and not one bit of meats ever passed their lips
and i will raise them to recycle
and to question authority
especially if its telling you to do something you know is stupid
and i will raise them to respect old people and to listen to them
and i will do my best to keep the tvs n computers turned off
and the artpaper n markers flowing
try n let them swim in the sea everyday
the ocean washes us so clean
and not just our flesh
im gonna try to inculcate in them
a knowledge of this earth
and what its worth
and what women are worth
and what men are worth
and the lives of ALL creatures
and i WILL teach them to detest war n the meat/death industry
because these are my heartfelt convictions
and because hideous meat kills hideously
i will endeavour to help them suffer the slings n arrows
of outrageous fortune
(you should hear the insults n malarkey ive had for being veg
since 1972)
i hope i can do something to offset the constant pressure on females
to be" sexy"
us men dont want it
we like you as you are
why why why dont you understand
throw away perfume n all that make up
no no no
elli n minna dont cover your youthful cheeks in powder blechh
oh be natural
daughters remember how i love you
and what i do for you
and dont allow any less from any man
and its dark n raining here today
a wondrous energy filled morning
sent by beautiful god
ha ha
i dont care if people know i believe in god
i dont care if people know i cry
i dont care if people know that sometimes im envious of other bands
i dont care if people stop reading my blog
or stop listnin to my records
cos i dont think they will...not all of em
cos who else does what i do?
none of em...right? not like me
and i never fuckin sold you out
i might have insulted you
but i never insulted your intelligence
and quite frankly
where are you gonna find another
modern renaissance man at this time of night?
you see
and i know you do
that ive been giving you everything here
to the very best of my ability
whether or not you subscribed
whether or not you agreed with me
hey aint i the first one to say that i say stupid things
have i ever told ya that i was infallible?
im just yer regular 52 year old ex-junky bohemian poet
slinging his jazzbass round this world
hooked up to a bunch of fiendss
in some kinda thing
i dont wanna define it..
look have they all gone now...?
can i really be judgemental now with my intimate coterie
my inner sanctum of like-minded n sympathetic friends
can i?
uh oh
i can feel the presence of some of em
still out there
saying they was pissing off
but uh oh
they snuck back in
maybe just to see if olde kilbeings gonna take a last potshot
at their lardy arses
(i guess that was it!)
go on then
git out of it!
you see they
despite everything
they do love me
attracted to me
cos only i got this thing
there are millions of others out there with there things too
why you got kevin shields
you got bono
or jonny greenwood
you andrew eldritch
and you got alex grey
and you got angela carter
and you got that italo calvino
and you got dante
of whom i am a partial reincarnation (ha ha)
you got your artauds
and yer mems
yer dudes from neptunes
yer sunnyboys
n yer ed kueppers
you got yer robert forsters n bernie fannings
you got yer angus n julia stone n yer arcade fires
you got yer proust n yer devoto
you got yer beck n yer becket
you got yer wolfmother n yer johnny foxx
but
none of em got my spin
which you just happen to like
unless you judged yourself judged
n pissed off
in which case youre not reading these words
anyway today
im gonna think about god
and im gonna think about how god would like me to live my life
and im gonna ask him for the power to make everything i do
more radiant more loving
and ask him to tone down my penchant
for getting all high n mighty
(esp when it comes to meat n "evolution" n war n etc)
and im gonna ask god to help me thru my art
to make this statement over n over
this is a wonderful universe we live in...now dont ruin it!
i think if people see the 1st part the 2nd part follows
now when i meet another man of my age
who can do what i do
with my newfound enthusiasm for life
can run around a stage for 2 hours
can keep producing the goods over n over
i mean i aint ever gonna dry up
im plugged in
i am a fucking electric prophet baby
telling ya one day no more meaty...uh ah no no
i tell you there will be revolt back into style
and people will expect all lyricists to churn out stuff as good as mine
ha ha
im on a real fucking ego trip here n it feels great..ha ha
im totally fucking mad baby
but so so so so
coldly sane
this analytical virgoan mind
this incredible library in my head of arcane tidbits n groovy tales
children you have but begun to glimpse inside my head
i demand a lot but i give a lot
i am the human you never met
i make so many mistakes
i heavy handed where i should be light
im docile when i should attack
but my aspirations...
they are sky fucking high
im that eccentric old uncle you never had
im a mythquoting pastel weilding velvet voiced idiot
and baby i fucking rock
so i know you forgive me for being steve sometimes
cos i could really be so much more than that
so i say let em go....
if theyre gone...
maybe we needed some changes here
i love you guys
i loved them as well
but if you cant agree on basic things
like everythings right to not be brutalized unnecessarily
and im sorry
but i just gotta laugh when people say
i dont respect their beliefs about eating meat
oh...its beliefs now is it...?
but silly me
i mean im preaching to the converted now
will be interesting to see my bloggecharte position plummet
but theres nothing as liberating as plummetting out of a chart
ask me im an expert
and oh dear im ranting again
the reason i want to stop the meat n the reason i avoid meat
is not for the wee animals
its for ourselves
so we can respect ourselves
so we can remain younger n healthier longer
so we can vibrate at this higher rate
because i was saying
give peace a chance
try it the easy way
im sorry if i judged em
but although harsh words are never nice
if i did convert one person
and ya know there were 3 or 4
who said yes sk
im back on the path
and if the demand for that little piglets flesh
and the sweet darling lambs
(how could those sadists eat a lamb???)
and the calves with their huge trusting eyes
and the chickens n geese n all feathered friends
if that demand slackens off by just 3 or 4 people
then surely it was worth it to send those others
off in their pseudo-huffs
theyll be back...
and you know
how gentle is your language sposed to be
when yer describing carnage
they eat the results of unspeakable horror
but wish not be admonished in violent terms
if you eat meat n read my blogge
i hope you are thinking about this whole thing
and if you like what i do
it is all informed by vegetarianism
i could have never written any of my things with meat in my system
and its getting urgent
read that list that guy posted yessaday
101 reasons
if none of them dont move ya
see ya at the barbeque during armageddon
so whaddya know
i started off peaceful
i got boastful in the middle
n ended up ranting n raving
just like the being you love
just like it always was
and will be
on n on
being in love
Sunday, February 11, 2007
me.....i disconnect from you
ooh
you so right
those carrots screaming
oh i'll never eat another carrot
and all this negativity after a tour
my oh my
gee why cant i write about happy things
what about that story about heyday....?
ok ok
everyday just around the corner in fact
right now
some baby animals are having their teethies ripped out
so they can stand in a pen
and be fattened up with chemicals n filth
and then executed
dismembered
frozen
stamped
burnt
and served to you
you oik
who is becoming sicker n addicted
squealing in anger n irritation
that someone threatens your little meat thing you got
so why dont you turn off
why are you still here?
i dont wanna share my fucking heyday stories with you
i dont trust you
i dont care about the ratings
i dont care about the money
im not gonna have this principle of mine
being treated as an irritant
if you still around tomorrow saying anything
even a goodbye
or anything
then youre most unwelcome
i dont fucking care if every person who eats meat switches off
go on
just go silently
dont hang about darkening my doorstep
this is my home
and when i say i think the horror of this
so called meat industry is an abomination
it is comparable to slavery in its unacceptability
its comparable to the holocaust
in its calculated n mechanized horror
we dip chickens in vats of electrified water
and then saw their heads off
all with a machine
we hang cattle upside down n slash their throats
n let the weight of their own heads make the blood spurt
we dream up reasons to hunt whales
n we fuckin' harpoon em!
can you fucking dig that...?
we still harpoon whales!
oh yeah kilbey but thats just japan n norway ya know
it is now!
50 years ago
everybody did it
but it took some people
a vanguard of people
to say
hang on a minute!
we cant have this!
you see
things take time
i had already sussed the true true horror of meat
when i was 17
i mean, it aint that hard to figure out
and since then in 1972
with a few unforgivable lapses early on
i been a veggie
n now an almost vegan
i am human
i slip up
sometimes i do have honey
sometimes i cant resist chocolate
are you gonna seriously justify your own barbaric behaviour
because i have honey in my tea?
please...with the screaming carrots
no i aint heard a screaming carrot
um...
you see carrots dont have mouths
or brains
or teeth
nor was the carrot "raised"
in systematic routine degradation
its whole "life"
nor does the carrot have fucking parents
but yes
perhaps the carrot dont wanna be eaten
in its own carrotish way
thats too bad
its a fucking vegetable
you gotta draw the line somewhere
thats my line
this is my blog
yeah yeah
im adolf hitler
yeah im george bush
yeah im a narcissistic washed up petty tyrant
look im saying it all for ya so you dont have
to bother commenting again
in fact why are you reading this at all
so look
youre for me
or against me
if youre for me
stay here n maybe tomorrow its the heyday story
if you think the animal cruelty is ok
i dont see why youd wanna hear the fucking heyday story anyway
cos every note every lyric every string arrangement on that record
is to do with humanity
and animals being "treated unethically"
(a lovely euphemism)
is not humanity
not how we would want to be treated ourselves
imagine if one day we flew to a planet
and we met these cultured intelligent creatures there
but the longer we hang around on that planet we realise that
the intelligent creatures
have this huge operation going on
whereby they systematically degrade n murder
just about all the other beautiful things on the planet
how would we feel?
im not actually going as far as saying
all carnivores out of the pool here
many of my friends
and very sadly
and you can see it
my relatives eat meat
but not in my fucking house they dont
its like smoking in my house
or spouting inflammatory bullshit
i aint gonna allow it
just like you dictate whats going on in your house
right?
so i cant say to people
oh if you eat meat you cant come in
but i can ask them not to espouse pro-death industry improperganda
or i'll fuckin ask em TO leave
and thats how it is now
if you seriously think i was outta line by mentioning the piggies yessaday
if you are impatient with this veggie burger bullshit
if you are some little argumentative prick
quoting all the same old carrot-hitler cliches....
baby this meat thing is evil
i will never ever believe it isnt
i know
that one day
in a not too distant future
not as far off as you think
meat eating will gradually go off the menu
meat eating will disappear
just like fox hunts
torture
slavery
capital punishment
war
circumcision of anybody
all these evil things will slowly fade
if we can keep going
just like the atrocities of the past gradually have faded
yeah like the witchtrials (dont be so negative stevo!)
yeah just like the inquisition(cmon sk, what about heyday?)
yeah just like the crusades(gee this is boring..chill out)
yeah just like the indians
and the other indians
and the aborigines
and then in dickens time
the fucking children
children were in coalmines etc etc etc
some people at the time turned a blind eye
cmon dont be so negative...
what about heyday
hey what about martys ricken backer?
yeah yeah
you see i reckon meats time is up
did you read yessaday article that says
that global warming more affected by meat ind than car ind
if everyone became veg = more time for planet
and quite frankly
on a personal level
the meat you eat
unless youre catching yer own fish
or slaughtering your own "organic" little lambie chop
("organic" meat..? yeah thats like "lo cal" coke, right?)
or unless you hunting n killing your own food
well that meat is very very nasty
its full of SHIT!
and quite frankly baby it shows
i can tell em
the meat eaters
and i feel sad
that i am incapable
of expressing to you
with all my wordplay
with all my music
with all my pseudo spiritual bullshit
with all my bitter heartfelt honesty n scorn
with all my self examinations
with all my vanity n envy gladly exposed
who else was giving you that
bringing you in my house n meeting my kids
my hopes
my fears
my dreads
i was laying it out here for everyone to see
people say im a hypocrite
ok i am
i guess if you say so
look i didnt want ya to agree with everything i said
i really didnt
and fawning sychophants are as bad
as harping detractors
but this exile im asking you to undertake
is because
well verdelay actually summed this all up in that comment yessaday
this veg thing is not an affectation to me
this is a cornerstone of my life
like my maleness
like my age
like my heterosexuality
like my vegetarianism
its who i am
and from time to time
i will use my blogge
to proselytize to ya
because vegetarianism
is what made me what i am
and im trying to share it with you
just like the heyday story
if you dont like that
then go
subject closed for now
seriously rude comments will be deleted
yes baby
im the stalin of vegetarianism
goodbye
you so right
those carrots screaming
oh i'll never eat another carrot
and all this negativity after a tour
my oh my
gee why cant i write about happy things
what about that story about heyday....?
ok ok
everyday just around the corner in fact
right now
some baby animals are having their teethies ripped out
so they can stand in a pen
and be fattened up with chemicals n filth
and then executed
dismembered
frozen
stamped
burnt
and served to you
you oik
who is becoming sicker n addicted
squealing in anger n irritation
that someone threatens your little meat thing you got
so why dont you turn off
why are you still here?
i dont wanna share my fucking heyday stories with you
i dont trust you
i dont care about the ratings
i dont care about the money
im not gonna have this principle of mine
being treated as an irritant
if you still around tomorrow saying anything
even a goodbye
or anything
then youre most unwelcome
i dont fucking care if every person who eats meat switches off
go on
just go silently
dont hang about darkening my doorstep
this is my home
and when i say i think the horror of this
so called meat industry is an abomination
it is comparable to slavery in its unacceptability
its comparable to the holocaust
in its calculated n mechanized horror
we dip chickens in vats of electrified water
and then saw their heads off
all with a machine
we hang cattle upside down n slash their throats
n let the weight of their own heads make the blood spurt
we dream up reasons to hunt whales
n we fuckin' harpoon em!
can you fucking dig that...?
we still harpoon whales!
oh yeah kilbey but thats just japan n norway ya know
it is now!
50 years ago
everybody did it
but it took some people
a vanguard of people
to say
hang on a minute!
we cant have this!
you see
things take time
i had already sussed the true true horror of meat
when i was 17
i mean, it aint that hard to figure out
and since then in 1972
with a few unforgivable lapses early on
i been a veggie
n now an almost vegan
i am human
i slip up
sometimes i do have honey
sometimes i cant resist chocolate
are you gonna seriously justify your own barbaric behaviour
because i have honey in my tea?
please...with the screaming carrots
no i aint heard a screaming carrot
um...
you see carrots dont have mouths
or brains
or teeth
nor was the carrot "raised"
in systematic routine degradation
its whole "life"
nor does the carrot have fucking parents
but yes
perhaps the carrot dont wanna be eaten
in its own carrotish way
thats too bad
its a fucking vegetable
you gotta draw the line somewhere
thats my line
this is my blog
yeah yeah
im adolf hitler
yeah im george bush
yeah im a narcissistic washed up petty tyrant
look im saying it all for ya so you dont have
to bother commenting again
in fact why are you reading this at all
so look
youre for me
or against me
if youre for me
stay here n maybe tomorrow its the heyday story
if you think the animal cruelty is ok
i dont see why youd wanna hear the fucking heyday story anyway
cos every note every lyric every string arrangement on that record
is to do with humanity
and animals being "treated unethically"
(a lovely euphemism)
is not humanity
not how we would want to be treated ourselves
imagine if one day we flew to a planet
and we met these cultured intelligent creatures there
but the longer we hang around on that planet we realise that
the intelligent creatures
have this huge operation going on
whereby they systematically degrade n murder
just about all the other beautiful things on the planet
how would we feel?
im not actually going as far as saying
all carnivores out of the pool here
many of my friends
and very sadly
and you can see it
my relatives eat meat
but not in my fucking house they dont
its like smoking in my house
or spouting inflammatory bullshit
i aint gonna allow it
just like you dictate whats going on in your house
right?
so i cant say to people
oh if you eat meat you cant come in
but i can ask them not to espouse pro-death industry improperganda
or i'll fuckin ask em TO leave
and thats how it is now
if you seriously think i was outta line by mentioning the piggies yessaday
if you are impatient with this veggie burger bullshit
if you are some little argumentative prick
quoting all the same old carrot-hitler cliches....
baby this meat thing is evil
i will never ever believe it isnt
i know
that one day
in a not too distant future
not as far off as you think
meat eating will gradually go off the menu
meat eating will disappear
just like fox hunts
torture
slavery
capital punishment
war
circumcision of anybody
all these evil things will slowly fade
if we can keep going
just like the atrocities of the past gradually have faded
yeah like the witchtrials (dont be so negative stevo!)
yeah just like the inquisition(cmon sk, what about heyday?)
yeah just like the crusades(gee this is boring..chill out)
yeah just like the indians
and the other indians
and the aborigines
and then in dickens time
the fucking children
children were in coalmines etc etc etc
some people at the time turned a blind eye
cmon dont be so negative...
what about heyday
hey what about martys ricken backer?
yeah yeah
you see i reckon meats time is up
did you read yessaday article that says
that global warming more affected by meat ind than car ind
if everyone became veg = more time for planet
and quite frankly
on a personal level
the meat you eat
unless youre catching yer own fish
or slaughtering your own "organic" little lambie chop
("organic" meat..? yeah thats like "lo cal" coke, right?)
or unless you hunting n killing your own food
well that meat is very very nasty
its full of SHIT!
and quite frankly baby it shows
i can tell em
the meat eaters
and i feel sad
that i am incapable
of expressing to you
with all my wordplay
with all my music
with all my pseudo spiritual bullshit
with all my bitter heartfelt honesty n scorn
with all my self examinations
with all my vanity n envy gladly exposed
who else was giving you that
bringing you in my house n meeting my kids
my hopes
my fears
my dreads
i was laying it out here for everyone to see
people say im a hypocrite
ok i am
i guess if you say so
look i didnt want ya to agree with everything i said
i really didnt
and fawning sychophants are as bad
as harping detractors
but this exile im asking you to undertake
is because
well verdelay actually summed this all up in that comment yessaday
this veg thing is not an affectation to me
this is a cornerstone of my life
like my maleness
like my age
like my heterosexuality
like my vegetarianism
its who i am
and from time to time
i will use my blogge
to proselytize to ya
because vegetarianism
is what made me what i am
and im trying to share it with you
just like the heyday story
if you dont like that
then go
subject closed for now
seriously rude comments will be deleted
yes baby
im the stalin of vegetarianism
goodbye
Saturday, February 10, 2007
the being bites back
meat?
dont make me sick....
oh god do we still have deluded corpse eaters here
or are they just baiting their betters
yeah yeah
eating meats great
go ahead
if you feel like it
if that fucking dead thing turns you on
if swallowing bits of a cadaver turns you on baby
but remember its dead
and remember dont trust me
cos i shot smack
that means i couldnt havent any possible idea of ethics or morals
cos i shot smack
and im the pseudo-spiritual pied piper of oz
or the wizard of hamelin with an aphorism for every occaision
but still i must have something you thought you wanted
cos youre reading my blogge
and i aint reading yours, meaty men n women
im sorry
but this is my blogge
and this is my conviction
eating meat is perhaps the most obscene thing an enlightened human can do
in my opinion that is
and puh-leese
as someone pointed out
hitler was NOT a vegetarian
but george bernard shaw was
and he said that
humanity will never, can never
have compassion for itself
while it eats animals
and cmon folks
we aint talking a deer in a forest n a bow n arrow
we aint talking a hunter who understands n respects his quarry
we're talking about the systematic horrific mutilation of a million beasts every day
now if you read all that stuff about the pigs having their teeth tusks hooves
just yanked off with no anaesthetic...
if yer down with the cages in the constant light
no room whatsoever
knee deep in their own excrement
they are packed in so deep that sometimes when one dies
it takes a while for anyone to notice
these creatures
these intelligent creatures
are given a concentration camp life
and the pain fear n anxiety are the only facts of their lives
if you read that
if you understand it
n imagine it a little
go on
the hideous crowd pressed against you
never seen the sky
never moved
force fed chemicals
the pain of those clippers going in your mouth
why youre only a baby after all
what you really hoped for from this world was
the warmth of your mother n your siblings
the right of all creartures
the sky the sun the moon
the warmth of summer
the coldness of winter
to forage in the grass
or roll in the mud
but no no
a human has hold of you
and you squeal to let him know
that youre scared
and you squeal out to your mother
and she hears you but she cant move
and shes so beaten n broken n SAD
this is just one more fucking horror
in the nightmare of her life
so you squeal but the human holds you down
and he reaches into your mouth with something
and he rips tooth by tooth by tooth
including your gums n bits of your tongue
i mean he aint being too careful with this little piggy
this innocent sentient little piggy
and let me tell ya
ive had one rotten tooth pulled out
and i was on intravenous valium
and heroin n pot
and i had a local anaesthetic
and i had a top notch jewish dentist
doing it as fucking carefully as he could
and let me tell ya
IT STILL WAS FUCKING EXCRUCIATING!
but back to our little piggy
who by the way
can hear all his little piggy bros n sisters being de teethed at the same time
and that human he just wrestles little piggy down
and youre screaming and your mouth is full of blood
and your ears are full of screaming and machinery
and 2 smells
the smell of the pigs fear
and the smell of the humans who go about their work
and when you think about it
nature prepares us for all kinds of pain
but i doubt that nature ever thought that
one of her creatures would pull another ones teeth all out
and the pain is quite unimaginable
yes it is
and then they take the hooves too
and sometimes the ears n tails
i imagine having your tail cut off is quite unendurable as well
now when you out there
you who im writing this for
is imagining this
putting a little bit of commitment into picturing
or even feeling this horror
and
then
if after all that
you still think
yeah
bring on my pork
well...
why dontcha go away
if you subscribed
please write a comment
finishing with
"... and thats why i think
eating meat is groovy and
fuck little piggies pain!"
and i'll make sure i use yer subscription
to buy a nut-cutlet
so look
just go away
go on
i dont like you
dont make me sick....
oh god do we still have deluded corpse eaters here
or are they just baiting their betters
yeah yeah
eating meats great
go ahead
if you feel like it
if that fucking dead thing turns you on
if swallowing bits of a cadaver turns you on baby
but remember its dead
and remember dont trust me
cos i shot smack
that means i couldnt havent any possible idea of ethics or morals
cos i shot smack
and im the pseudo-spiritual pied piper of oz
or the wizard of hamelin with an aphorism for every occaision
but still i must have something you thought you wanted
cos youre reading my blogge
and i aint reading yours, meaty men n women
im sorry
but this is my blogge
and this is my conviction
eating meat is perhaps the most obscene thing an enlightened human can do
in my opinion that is
and puh-leese
as someone pointed out
hitler was NOT a vegetarian
but george bernard shaw was
and he said that
humanity will never, can never
have compassion for itself
while it eats animals
and cmon folks
we aint talking a deer in a forest n a bow n arrow
we aint talking a hunter who understands n respects his quarry
we're talking about the systematic horrific mutilation of a million beasts every day
now if you read all that stuff about the pigs having their teeth tusks hooves
just yanked off with no anaesthetic...
if yer down with the cages in the constant light
no room whatsoever
knee deep in their own excrement
they are packed in so deep that sometimes when one dies
it takes a while for anyone to notice
these creatures
these intelligent creatures
are given a concentration camp life
and the pain fear n anxiety are the only facts of their lives
if you read that
if you understand it
n imagine it a little
go on
the hideous crowd pressed against you
never seen the sky
never moved
force fed chemicals
the pain of those clippers going in your mouth
why youre only a baby after all
what you really hoped for from this world was
the warmth of your mother n your siblings
the right of all creartures
the sky the sun the moon
the warmth of summer
the coldness of winter
to forage in the grass
or roll in the mud
but no no
a human has hold of you
and you squeal to let him know
that youre scared
and you squeal out to your mother
and she hears you but she cant move
and shes so beaten n broken n SAD
this is just one more fucking horror
in the nightmare of her life
so you squeal but the human holds you down
and he reaches into your mouth with something
and he rips tooth by tooth by tooth
including your gums n bits of your tongue
i mean he aint being too careful with this little piggy
this innocent sentient little piggy
and let me tell ya
ive had one rotten tooth pulled out
and i was on intravenous valium
and heroin n pot
and i had a local anaesthetic
and i had a top notch jewish dentist
doing it as fucking carefully as he could
and let me tell ya
IT STILL WAS FUCKING EXCRUCIATING!
but back to our little piggy
who by the way
can hear all his little piggy bros n sisters being de teethed at the same time
and that human he just wrestles little piggy down
and youre screaming and your mouth is full of blood
and your ears are full of screaming and machinery
and 2 smells
the smell of the pigs fear
and the smell of the humans who go about their work
and when you think about it
nature prepares us for all kinds of pain
but i doubt that nature ever thought that
one of her creatures would pull another ones teeth all out
and the pain is quite unimaginable
yes it is
and then they take the hooves too
and sometimes the ears n tails
i imagine having your tail cut off is quite unendurable as well
now when you out there
you who im writing this for
is imagining this
putting a little bit of commitment into picturing
or even feeling this horror
and
then
if after all that
you still think
yeah
bring on my pork
well...
why dontcha go away
if you subscribed
please write a comment
finishing with
"... and thats why i think
eating meat is groovy and
fuck little piggies pain!"
and i'll make sure i use yer subscription
to buy a nut-cutlet
so look
just go away
go on
i dont like you
Friday, February 09, 2007
seven thousand deadly sins
gee whiz
theres some nice people on here
theres some real idjits as well
i guess it takes all types
do you really have to write the things you write
you nassty types...?
yeah you know who im talking to...
do i have to explain myself....
i would,
but i am reluctant to insult the intelligence
of MOST of my readers
our thing is based on mutual respect...
i present you with the workings of my mind...
im giving you honesty (honestly, i am)
you want some shrink wrapped version that my publicist
has gone thru n eliminated anything that
"might send the wrong message" ?
i cant believe that you take stuff so literally
and uh
that brings me on to 6 friends of mine as yet unintroduced
you met one of yessaday
im talking bout
anger
lust
gluttony
avarice
sloth
n
vanity
you think ive got envy badde, my flock?
oh you should see those others in action
who among us is not smitten?
oh those liars there...
of course i guess theres people with no anger or lust...
i dont really know em tho...
we are human
the greater the sinner the greater the saint
yes i am a bad man
yes i am a good man
let it all go.....
anger is a bastard
im an angry bastard too
i can be placid for hours n i then i explode
or im a niggling whinging wally
sowing discontent n anger in little seeds
im angry about everything sometimes
the baby crying
the dogs barking
the buses groaning
the downstairs mob:
a sample conversation overheard lastnite
the scene: under sks balc where hes doing some yoga
2 young men with strong aussie accents
" how come when you rolled about 8 doubles inna row
i never cracked a shit?"
"bullfuckingshit, i just fuckin' rolled 2 double 8s and you said
that i was a fuckincheater"
"yeah cos you was fuckin' cheatin'"
"fuckinbullshit!"
""bullshit"
"fuck this then"
"no mate its my fuckin turn"
"no fuckin way"
"bullshit"
etc
other things that produce anger are
snobs
slobs
yobs
mobs
(gee im on a roll here)
s.o.b.s
and then theres
duh..injustice, bush, war etc etc
of course theres righteous anger
and theres selfish horrible anger
and anger is not an energy
it uses up your energy
and in the state of anger
we are distancing our self from god
and therin lies the sinful part
and that deserves some examination too
what is a sin
some rules n regulations some daft olde testyment god invented
just because He said so...?
or is sin
the absence of god
an act that actually excludes god from your heart
yep anger will do that
when olde sk is eavesdropping on downstairs conversation
and getting all angry about it
you can bet that god was the furthest thing from my mind
could i hear god whispering
"so what? leave them be "
or was i off on my own puffed up self-righteous anger trip?
and boy lust
well lust and god aint gonna sit too well in yer heart together
i aint even gonna discuss that
but you know its true
gluttony
now someone wrote the other day
that i dont have any eating disorders
are you fucking kidding me?
my chocky piggery is legendary...
i am an infamous chocolate glutton
ok i dont stuff my face all day with doughnuts
or worse still i dont lust after meat....a double sin i guess
people who pig out on pig...man you can see it
all you wasted flesheating useless blobs
olde sk can kick yer fuckin butt n im probably 15 years older than ya
not cos im superman baby but because im vegetarian
you know its the truth
find some wineswilling pork-swallowing executive
and give him a heavy fender bass
and tell him to pluck it rapidly
run around doing stupid poses
bawl his voice out nonstop remembering all da words
for 2 hours
in the 43 degree heat
in the fuckin freezing cold
under hotlights that frying your brainbox
no no no
you gotta be a vegetarian if you wanna do that stuff at 52 (but who would?)
gluttony is one of the physically most repulsive sins
and often goes hand in hand with sloth
no sloth n i dont have much fuckin' truck together actually
i dont dig sloth much at all
(tho i love sloths)
but if youd seen me during the "gear" days
i was often snoozing on a couch in a studio somewhere
while the session fell apart around me
this was drug induced sloth
i guess gluttony induces sloth
n here we see that many of the sins are interconnected
you cant eradicate one without the other
if you eat do-nuts or lard chips dipped in liverpate
and sit there all day watching the telly
and then ya look in the mirror
and ya think
theres no way outta this...there is!
dont eat the meat
and exercise!
look those next five years are gonna pass
whether youre lying beached on a sofa
or whether youre doing yer laps or jogging yer ass
so why not finish up trim n healthy
and yes
a gluttonous pig eating quail meat n veal horror
aint gonna be thinkin of god
as he lays on his sofa trying to digest the muck
in his guts
and snoring and .....
well you get the picture
people we need to move
people we need to eat sweet clean things
and oh boy
the next deadly sin is a doozy
avarice
the lust for money
have you ever seen a loada money
like the takings from a big gig
hundreds n thousands of euros or bucks
i did a gig once
and i got paid in cash
and i had thousands of bucks in this pillowcase
and it made me feel....funny
cmon we all gotta bitta avarice baybee
you know how badly the t. being wants to escape
the self inflicted poverty he finds himself in
i mean i dont want much
just a cupple of mill
thatll do
just a nice house n a pool
n some other stuff
a studio
a flat in sweden again maybe
somewhere in the states too for nk
yes give me that money
and christ i look at the tossers with the dough
and i judge myself better in every way
so fuck it all where is the money i deserve
i mean
theres millions of them
and only one me....
and is god in my heart when i think about all that money....
nope
and ya know when i think of all the ways
in which i am better than those rich swine
i encounter a terrible sk deadly sin
which is vanity
oh my oh my oh my
a vain man
a vain olde man which is even worse
a) not so much to be vain about anymore
b) its disappointing that you aint learnt yet
sk you vain old posturing pretentious wanker
you big headed olde genius
you stupid narcissistic turkey
you are so fucking full of yourself olde son
what gives?
muse: he'll say his insecurity but he really is just plain vain!
well i got a lot to be vain about...(cringe)
i mean....
gee i m a good blogger
and i sell my "colourful" paintings to somebody
and i only started painting last week
actually its not painting
its these chalky things called pastels
and i rub it in with my fingers
and a street artist said
oooh you shouldnt get em into yer skin or youll die
and now im worried
cos i dont wanna die
now that im looking so damn good again
with my golden yet freckly suntan
and my thinning but not grey hair
and my bulging calves n triceps that need more work
with my american earthmother considerably (ha!) younger wife
(oh no that brings me back to lust....)
and my perfect daughters
if you dont count the syringomyelia n asthma
and i dont know if i like being me
or i hate being me
but we all agree on my vanity
i hear no one protesting
so you see heres my rating for each of the sins
as far as i am infected with them
envy ****
anger*****
lust*****
gluttony**
sloth*
avarice*** n a half
vanity *****
i would like each commenter to be as honest as i am
and post a comment rating themselves thusly
can you do it?
we're all waiting
sk
oh and heres todays mention
of rikki n the bjm
theres some nice people on here
theres some real idjits as well
i guess it takes all types
do you really have to write the things you write
you nassty types...?
yeah you know who im talking to...
do i have to explain myself....
i would,
but i am reluctant to insult the intelligence
of MOST of my readers
our thing is based on mutual respect...
i present you with the workings of my mind...
im giving you honesty (honestly, i am)
you want some shrink wrapped version that my publicist
has gone thru n eliminated anything that
"might send the wrong message" ?
i cant believe that you take stuff so literally
and uh
that brings me on to 6 friends of mine as yet unintroduced
you met one of yessaday
im talking bout
anger
lust
gluttony
avarice
sloth
n
vanity
you think ive got envy badde, my flock?
oh you should see those others in action
who among us is not smitten?
oh those liars there...
of course i guess theres people with no anger or lust...
i dont really know em tho...
we are human
the greater the sinner the greater the saint
yes i am a bad man
yes i am a good man
let it all go.....
anger is a bastard
im an angry bastard too
i can be placid for hours n i then i explode
or im a niggling whinging wally
sowing discontent n anger in little seeds
im angry about everything sometimes
the baby crying
the dogs barking
the buses groaning
the downstairs mob:
a sample conversation overheard lastnite
the scene: under sks balc where hes doing some yoga
2 young men with strong aussie accents
" how come when you rolled about 8 doubles inna row
i never cracked a shit?"
"bullfuckingshit, i just fuckin' rolled 2 double 8s and you said
that i was a fuckincheater"
"yeah cos you was fuckin' cheatin'"
"fuckinbullshit!"
""bullshit"
"fuck this then"
"no mate its my fuckin turn"
"no fuckin way"
"bullshit"
etc
other things that produce anger are
snobs
slobs
yobs
mobs
(gee im on a roll here)
s.o.b.s
and then theres
duh..injustice, bush, war etc etc
of course theres righteous anger
and theres selfish horrible anger
and anger is not an energy
it uses up your energy
and in the state of anger
we are distancing our self from god
and therin lies the sinful part
and that deserves some examination too
what is a sin
some rules n regulations some daft olde testyment god invented
just because He said so...?
or is sin
the absence of god
an act that actually excludes god from your heart
yep anger will do that
when olde sk is eavesdropping on downstairs conversation
and getting all angry about it
you can bet that god was the furthest thing from my mind
could i hear god whispering
"so what? leave them be "
or was i off on my own puffed up self-righteous anger trip?
and boy lust
well lust and god aint gonna sit too well in yer heart together
i aint even gonna discuss that
but you know its true
gluttony
now someone wrote the other day
that i dont have any eating disorders
are you fucking kidding me?
my chocky piggery is legendary...
i am an infamous chocolate glutton
ok i dont stuff my face all day with doughnuts
or worse still i dont lust after meat....a double sin i guess
people who pig out on pig...man you can see it
all you wasted flesheating useless blobs
olde sk can kick yer fuckin butt n im probably 15 years older than ya
not cos im superman baby but because im vegetarian
you know its the truth
find some wineswilling pork-swallowing executive
and give him a heavy fender bass
and tell him to pluck it rapidly
run around doing stupid poses
bawl his voice out nonstop remembering all da words
for 2 hours
in the 43 degree heat
in the fuckin freezing cold
under hotlights that frying your brainbox
no no no
you gotta be a vegetarian if you wanna do that stuff at 52 (but who would?)
gluttony is one of the physically most repulsive sins
and often goes hand in hand with sloth
no sloth n i dont have much fuckin' truck together actually
i dont dig sloth much at all
(tho i love sloths)
but if youd seen me during the "gear" days
i was often snoozing on a couch in a studio somewhere
while the session fell apart around me
this was drug induced sloth
i guess gluttony induces sloth
n here we see that many of the sins are interconnected
you cant eradicate one without the other
if you eat do-nuts or lard chips dipped in liverpate
and sit there all day watching the telly
and then ya look in the mirror
and ya think
theres no way outta this...there is!
dont eat the meat
and exercise!
look those next five years are gonna pass
whether youre lying beached on a sofa
or whether youre doing yer laps or jogging yer ass
so why not finish up trim n healthy
and yes
a gluttonous pig eating quail meat n veal horror
aint gonna be thinkin of god
as he lays on his sofa trying to digest the muck
in his guts
and snoring and .....
well you get the picture
people we need to move
people we need to eat sweet clean things
and oh boy
the next deadly sin is a doozy
avarice
the lust for money
have you ever seen a loada money
like the takings from a big gig
hundreds n thousands of euros or bucks
i did a gig once
and i got paid in cash
and i had thousands of bucks in this pillowcase
and it made me feel....funny
cmon we all gotta bitta avarice baybee
you know how badly the t. being wants to escape
the self inflicted poverty he finds himself in
i mean i dont want much
just a cupple of mill
thatll do
just a nice house n a pool
n some other stuff
a studio
a flat in sweden again maybe
somewhere in the states too for nk
yes give me that money
and christ i look at the tossers with the dough
and i judge myself better in every way
so fuck it all where is the money i deserve
i mean
theres millions of them
and only one me....
and is god in my heart when i think about all that money....
nope
and ya know when i think of all the ways
in which i am better than those rich swine
i encounter a terrible sk deadly sin
which is vanity
oh my oh my oh my
a vain man
a vain olde man which is even worse
a) not so much to be vain about anymore
b) its disappointing that you aint learnt yet
sk you vain old posturing pretentious wanker
you big headed olde genius
you stupid narcissistic turkey
you are so fucking full of yourself olde son
what gives?
muse: he'll say his insecurity but he really is just plain vain!
well i got a lot to be vain about...(cringe)
i mean....
gee i m a good blogger
and i sell my "colourful" paintings to somebody
and i only started painting last week
actually its not painting
its these chalky things called pastels
and i rub it in with my fingers
and a street artist said
oooh you shouldnt get em into yer skin or youll die
and now im worried
cos i dont wanna die
now that im looking so damn good again
with my golden yet freckly suntan
and my thinning but not grey hair
and my bulging calves n triceps that need more work
with my american earthmother considerably (ha!) younger wife
(oh no that brings me back to lust....)
and my perfect daughters
if you dont count the syringomyelia n asthma
and i dont know if i like being me
or i hate being me
but we all agree on my vanity
i hear no one protesting
so you see heres my rating for each of the sins
as far as i am infected with them
envy ****
anger*****
lust*****
gluttony**
sloth*
avarice*** n a half
vanity *****
i would like each commenter to be as honest as i am
and post a comment rating themselves thusly
can you do it?
we're all waiting
sk
oh and heres todays mention
of rikki n the bjm
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