posted on April 26, 2012 at 10:03 pm

eden amiss

nature redoubled

lost its head

it crushes the landscape

the succulents writhe and gambol

vegetal sisters i implore thee

your magic is too much tone it down

listen now before this island drowned

our distant anthem lingers on the waves again

when the lord strode from the waves with his trident and disc

with his flame drops and watery beard and his conch and mace

the god walked out of and over the water

he walked beyond all our skies and farther above

out of our memory into star desert

there he battles Set whom he never can vanquish

who unleashes this torment that rains on mankind

poseidon the ocean poseidon the sea

a monster reaches towards us under the waves

but i am delirious and a stranger at that

neither a beggar man nor king nor no captain

i sing songs of the heroes who live on in our hearts

the handsome adonis who slew many maidens

crafty odysseus escaping some doom

stupid narcissus his mind was a mirror

hermaphroditus neither here nor there

forgive me sweet lady i find myself rambling

some spirit possesses my tongue and it wags

some voodoo skull has blinded my ear

some sacrifice made has blunted my eye

some hag or a witch concocting a spell

i upset too many people you know

i hide in the forests where no body goes

i am loose in this city of flowers and cats

i am a patient of this hospitale de  les invalides

i am a bandaged man from flanders field

oh lovely lady i am fading from this world

you hear my fevered rantings

no no i must be mistaken i mean have we even met before this..?

i am sorry i thought you were talking to me

perhaps this seat is already taken

i was just remarking at the wonderful image

you see before you on the screen

some man before a mass of saturated photosynthetic pulsating plant life

it seems perhaps there could be a story attached

but i was mistaken i see

thats alright

don’t get up

i wouldn’t hear (any) of it

i ‘ll find my own way out

i will find me own way out

 

16 Responses to “13/13 robert-houdin st, absentia , NSW 1313”

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    colette | 26 April 2012 at 10:41 pm #

    Her internal monologue after he leaves: No I was mistaken. You were right it does seem a story could be attached. It has no end. People have no limits. The more they are limited, the less they will be limited. You can walk away and say you would not hear but you cannot stop my reply. It is here for you to hear if you listen… Narcissus, so fascinating. Was he really as stupid as they say? Forgetting his lips which attempted to kiss his image, what about his eyes? Surely the closer to the surface he got, the deeper he saw, which is why he fell in. He was not lost, he found himself. But why was he so moved to such a discovery? Someone had taken him from himself…maybe because he was named after a flower Narcissa and simply felt confused.

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    DavidP | 26 April 2012 at 11:30 pm #

    a lovely awareness walk in nature hey
    that’s the ticket me man
    a wander through the thicket
    nature all around
    elementals abound
    no not those nasty inner ones
    i mean natures little cherubs
    evolving consciousnesses
    playing out their roles
    developing into souls

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    Boriah | 27 April 2012 at 12:35 am #

    Too much wilderness is fucking up your brain.
    Embrace the cities, the peep-shows, the hookers, the casinos…
    Place your bets!!!

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    Lara | 27 April 2012 at 1:10 am #

    Oh, say you have not gone to Absentia. I hear its a confusing place.

    Do you know Bergman’s film, The Magician? This post reminds me of it.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 27 April 2012 at 1:32 am #

    Simply Fantastic !!!

    I was just thinking the other day as an elderly gentleman passed me in his wonderfully mint-conditioned Falcon , how is the old girl running these days? you have not written of her for quite some time, I remember she may had some work done or required excellent mechanical repair to get her rolling again. I hope she is still dancing on the pavement.

    Daz

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    hippy | 27 April 2012 at 3:12 am #

    Nice photo. You look like Clint Eastwood (with a goatee).

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    sonny zeitgeist | 27 April 2012 at 8:08 am #

    i just finished listening to “recoil” on isidore. your singing was first rate. you really nailed it.

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    Jmb066 | 27 April 2012 at 8:58 am #

    Are you on a trip Steve? some of your pictures the last few days have been amazing. If yes enjoy yourself, if that is where you new home it is beautiful. Either way looks like you are really enjoying yourself and your surroundings.

    Take Care,

    Jason

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    crimsongate | 27 April 2012 at 9:32 am #

    Hey Steve, I have a request for a reissue of the Church tee shirt with the serpent going into the sun. Is there any chance? I’d love a sweatshirt with that design too. It’s the only design I’ve considered getting a tattoo of!

    Your photos of late have been beautiful! Redolent of ancient mythology.

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    Once | 27 April 2012 at 9:40 am #

    So, if you’ve ever wondered what would happen if you emptied your ashtray and a guitar pick was unknowingly nestled in, and adhered to the bottom…and you then set your lit cigarette down on it….

    YES! It WILL ignite!!

    Omg…the thing positively FLARED up!!! ((cough cough))

    Not even sure how it got in the ashtray – too astounded to care!

    Lord, please don’t let my smoke alarm go off <>

    Uh…”green” guitar picks? Can someone please champion this? Might die from the chemicals here?!

    Now wondering if all instruments are vegan…probably not, nothing seems to be, except vegetables themselves…

    A line of animal friendly, PETA-certified SK guitar picks would be pretty awesome, though…

    😉

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    Once | 27 April 2012 at 9:48 am #

    “it seems perhaps there could be a story attached”…

    That sense and sentiment is never, ever mistaken.

    There’s a story behind every feeling, every thought, every utterance.

    It’s yours to mine.

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    Michel | 27 April 2012 at 10:14 pm #

    You have already found your own way out, and how to become a poetry sorcerer.

  13. avatar
    Stewart | 28 April 2012 at 11:36 am #

    Better the most fevered rantings of creative genius than the polished excreta of mass produced mediocrity.
    I like the photo. There’s something so very right about verdant surrounds. I’m lucky to have illusions of seclusion and I could gaze at a mountain in a daze for days. (The idea that this could be an escape from the ‘real’ world makes me chuckle.) Still, one of the mountain’s lessons is about seasons. There is a time for getting up. What a time it is.

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    Chris | 21 May 2012 at 11:04 am #

    @Stewart….right on, man…so true….commercial supeficiality sucks.


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