tiny little glitch in continuity
the bars are all closed today lady
snakes stir in the thistles/back of cats neck bristles
you make me drift up and float
and i gotta get up
i stay but never leave
i saw at once that he was mad
down the swaying corridor/people you feel sorry for
when the mourning comes at last
sometimes i'm wan'drin' under prehistoric skies
do you accept my card?
real estates prime
and we all known hurt
and the spirits are still within their trees
draconian winter unforetold
motel bar the dirty sulky moon
the city hidden in there/its just another mile
one night your shoulders will ache
to a wolf from a lamb
leads you here despite your destination
lush black swamps where mandrake grows
all bitter and vain
the wind that thinned and skinned us
you should change the message on your machine
the summer condenses into a solid day overcast the threat of rain that never comes i get some last minute things for the doodles n woofles imminent arrival the house is immaculately tidy now tidier than ever i swim my laps i do my yoga the heat is omnipresent i feel strange but dont i always have i ever felt just normal ever the answer is no so here i am in another strange place in a strange time an old man picking up his young kids flown out to australia by karin mother of my eldest girls 4 days to get to know em again 4 days to make them feel at home again before i take off 4 days to catch up on the 60 odd days ive missed out on i feel anxious i feel sad i feel a feeling i cannot name home home home there is no place like home thats for sure i love my girls so much yes i will try to be my best for them reassuring solid cheerful dad that everybody knows i am not yet i must be for them and you only get one childhood and i want to spend some time making theirs special they went thru a bit of turbulence last year i pray to lord vishnu and jesus christ that this year will only bring peace and calm and many childrens adventures of course what we all want for our kids thanks folks be back with photos n updates tomorrow same time being channel sk
the children in the present moment unending
the summer condenses into a solid day
overcast the threat of rain that never comes
i get some last minute things for the doodles n woofles imminent arrival
the house is immaculately tidy now tidier than ever
i swim my laps i do my yoga
the heat is omnipresent
i feel strange
but dont i always
have i ever felt just normal ever the answer is no
so here i am in another strange place in a strange time
an old man picking up his young kids
flown out to australia by karin mother of my eldest girls
4 days to get to know em again
4 days to make them feel at home again before i take off
4 days to catch up on the 60 odd days ive missed out on
i feel anxious i feel sad i feel a feeling i cannot name
home home home
there is no place like home thats for sure
i love my girls so much
yes i will try to be my best for them
reassuring solid cheerful dad
that everybody knows i am not
yet i must be for them
and you only get one childhood
and i want to spend some time making theirs special
they went thru a bit of turbulence last year
i pray to lord vishnu and jesus christ
that this year will only bring peace and calm and many childrens adventures
of course
what we all want for our kids
thanks folks
be back with photos n updates tomorrow
same time being channel
sk
i’m all thumbs walk round my old neighbourhood awash in nostalgia wheres my dirty old rozelle gone all done up with a new coat of paint and bmws i used to have a house n a studio here but i frittered it all away some fatal flaw that fucks it all up over n over ah baby thats life yes it is this pain must refine us this grief must knock off those rough edges this hurt must improve our chances on karmas wheel my children on the plane now oh God deliver them safely unto me! because i love em of course because they are such good girls please a smooth flight and a nice landing those lovely children bring them home i realise now how much i miss them such a short time and then i am away although it is the last thing i wanted to do never kept my eye on the ball never noticed the time or the season you cant really escape time doesnt matter what you do the meter is on and its ticking hard summer nights will turn into autumn days children become young people as you turn around your latest record is some fossil in a museum everything changing all over the place and you keep losing stuff loss loss loss some feeble gains maybe just to keep ya interested but eventually…… ah you get the picture anyway i know its hard to let it all go its hard to take it all in its hard to watch it all pass and passover its tricky isnt it life and all that will we ever learn?
lets meet our next contestant
i’m all thumbs
walk round my old neighbourhood awash in nostalgia
wheres my dirty old rozelle gone
all done up with a new coat of paint and bmws
i used to have a house n a studio here
but i frittered it all away
some fatal flaw that fucks it all up over n over
ah baby thats life yes it is
this pain must refine us
this grief must knock off those rough edges
this hurt must improve our chances on karmas wheel
my children on the plane now
oh God deliver them safely unto me!
because i love em of course because they are such good girls
please a smooth flight and a nice landing
those lovely children bring them home
i realise now how much i miss them
such a short time and then i am away
although it is the last thing i wanted to do
never kept my eye on the ball
never noticed the time or the season
you cant really escape time
doesnt matter what you do
the meter is on and its ticking hard
summer nights will turn into autumn days
children become young people as you turn around
your latest record is some fossil in a museum
everything changing all over the place
and you keep losing stuff
loss loss loss
some feeble gains maybe
just to keep ya interested
but eventually……
ah you get the picture anyway i know
its hard to let it all go
its hard to take it all in
its hard to watch it all pass and passover
its tricky isnt it
life and all that
will we ever learn?
go to the optometrists to get some new glasses the bad news 1. joe the optometrist died a year ago and i didnt know he was a bit of a friend being a fan of david lane i’d met him heaps of times i was quite shocked and i kept crying thru my eye exam 2. i have a cataract in my right eye due to the damage i did it with the cork jesus life seems in the raw sometimes i walk home bondi looks the same but different the cheerful veneer lifted it seems cold and hard and merciless it wont care when i am finally gone i realise anyway i had a nice swim n did me yoga n no naughty drugs i spoke to my girls in sweden for the last time before they come home monday night i cant wait yet its also the end of my freedom of course i didnt get anything done that i thought i would ive just procrastinated a whole lot and then some …. still its saturday night n some ninny across the road has got the worst doof doof music BLARING out n i already wanna go to bed n sleep ha ha not with this FUCKING RACKET! thats life thats love thats the time being baby see ya soon!
aye eye i
go to the optometrists to get some new glasses
the bad news
1. joe the optometrist died a year ago and i didnt know
he was a bit of a friend being a fan of david lane i’d met him heaps of times
i was quite shocked and i kept crying thru my eye exam
2. i have a cataract in my right eye due to the damage i did it with the cork
jesus life seems in the raw sometimes
i walk home
bondi looks the same but different
the cheerful veneer lifted
it seems cold and hard and merciless
it wont care when i am finally gone i realise
anyway i had a nice swim n did me yoga n no naughty drugs
i spoke to my girls in sweden for the last time before they come home
monday night i cant wait yet its also the end of my freedom
of course i didnt get anything done that i thought i would
ive just procrastinated
a whole lot
and then some ….
still its saturday night n some ninny across the road
has got the worst doof doof music BLARING out
n i already wanna go to bed n sleep
ha ha
not with this FUCKING RACKET!
thats life
thats love
thats the time being baby
see ya soon!
you always know where to find me hidden behind these shabby doors on some suburban street through the dirty windows on the first floor thats me sitting at a big glass table under the red clock sorry cant seem to focus my thoughts i listen to some lazy music that drifts in the air like a smokey dream its friday night its summer the birds coo and call the blinds gently knock against the wood in the breeze american tour coming up soon it seems a galaxy away from where i am here wasting my precious time doing nothing as evening falls children come back monday yes i have missed them they come back in time for me to leave yes its a bit of a wrench my brothers will watch them for me while i’m away theyre in good hands after 2 weeks rehearsal my ears are ringing like all fuck i can only imagine what this tour will do to them if you ever meet me you will find out that i’m now quite deaf my eyesight is shot too i feel increasingly isolated from the world of sight and sound i encounter it now dimly i still cant get over everything that happened my creativity has shrunk to a pea i squeeze out my blogs on sheer willpower not inspiration yes thanks you can give me a few weeks off but maybe i need this more than you do i eat a muffin with jam for tea mmm mmm the truth is i dont give a fuck about food im happy to have cornflakes for dinner everynight the gourmets on tv and their gluttony leave me cold so i sit here at 616 precisely typing to you out there my mood is bitter sad tired anxious my […]
Lou Pole
you always know where to find me
hidden behind these shabby doors on some suburban street
through the dirty windows on the first floor
thats me sitting at a big glass table under the red clock
sorry cant seem to focus my thoughts
i listen to some lazy music that drifts in the air like a smokey dream
its friday night its summer
the birds coo and call
the blinds gently knock against the wood in the breeze
american tour coming up soon
it seems a galaxy away from where i am here
wasting my precious time doing nothing as evening falls
children come back monday yes i have missed them
they come back in time for me to leave
yes its a bit of a wrench
my brothers will watch them for me while i’m away
theyre in good hands
after 2 weeks rehearsal my ears are ringing like all fuck
i can only imagine what this tour will do to them
if you ever meet me you will find out that i’m now quite deaf
my eyesight is shot too
i feel increasingly isolated from the world of sight and sound
i encounter it now dimly
i still cant get over everything that happened
my creativity has shrunk to a pea
i squeeze out my blogs on sheer willpower not inspiration
yes thanks you can give me a few weeks off
but maybe i need this more than you do
i eat a muffin with jam for tea mmm mmm
the truth is i dont give a fuck about food
im happy to have cornflakes for dinner everynight
the gourmets on tv and their gluttony leave me cold
so i sit here at 616 precisely typing to you out there
my mood is bitter sad tired anxious
my body is rundown achey listless restless
my spirit is silent buried somewhere within me
it says nothing
it offers no guidance
my past stretches out behind me oh what a life i led
the wheels turn round
money women success come and go
children suddenly grown up and distant
yes this great song i wrote it really meant something to ya didnt it
time charges ahead at one minute per minute
but its all so relative
lie in bed enervated watching that hand go round
old pleasures come back as new pains
those perfect white scars on my back
what did they do to me?
maybe i been tampered with
maybe i just aint been tampered with enough
well 2012 is approaching like some rough beast
slouching towards bondi to be reborn
things seem awfully raw these days
things seem like we’re braking metal on metal
i am my own worst enemy that i never seem to overcome
i dig the pitfalls i tumble headlong
my holiday left without me some time ago
it booked itself into a little room
and it played cards with shadows of departed guests
its very quiet right now
only the sizzling wind thru the treetops
only the faintest sound of the traffic on old south head road
only the ringing ears which have finally drowned out that clock
only the lapping sea which i cant hear but it can hear me
yeah an american tour uh wheres that….?
oh i forgot for a moment where i was
yeah i’m here in the kitchen
its 6 38 now how about that
i gotta get off the computer
i gotta rest my poor eyes
maybe i’ll go for a walk
down by the shore
its summer
there’ll be lots of people about
and everything
the evening is indeed beautiful but fleeting as night follows as close as this….. a distant storm rumbles somewhere out there the old windows in this house rattle in their frames the trees all in flower shake and swoop in the freshening winds summer came and i hardly even noticed it
geosyncline
the evening is indeed beautiful
but fleeting as night follows as close as this…..
a distant storm rumbles somewhere out there
the old windows in this house rattle in their frames
the trees all in flower shake and swoop in the freshening winds
summer came and i hardly even noticed it
the air stuffed with fish evening heralded by a thousand breezes coloured stones in a riverbed fractured basalt relief continuum interference the way it was the way it will always be the way it always would have been i’m walking away from it in my heart everything forgotten everything not swept away by death empires beautiful women great fortunes no you did not know me in your last life i have never been anyone remotely glamourous caught between today and tomorrow i excavate the ruins finding memories still intact i translate into my own language the murmuring past its natural to make some mistakes its normal to undergo frequent changes frauds and charlatans have desecrated this temple the work has just crumbled in my hands some artisan speaking through the years on a cracked vase or a vinyl recording overmind undermind in this life an unbearable mixture of naivete and cynicism deep in a kings tomb an indecipherable warning and in the sky an old star fades up from the blackness
afterglow of our love
the air stuffed with fish
evening heralded by a thousand breezes
coloured stones in a riverbed
fractured basalt relief
continuum interference
the way it was the way it will always be
the way it always would have been
i’m walking away from it in my heart
everything forgotten
everything not swept away by death
empires beautiful women great fortunes
no you did not know me in your last life
i have never been anyone remotely glamourous
caught between today and tomorrow
i excavate the ruins finding memories still intact
i translate into my own language the murmuring past
its natural to make some mistakes
its normal to undergo frequent changes
frauds and charlatans have desecrated this temple
the work has just crumbled in my hands
some artisan speaking through the years
on a cracked vase or a vinyl recording
overmind undermind
in this life an unbearable mixture of naivete and cynicism
deep in a kings tomb an indecipherable warning
and in the sky
an old star fades up from the blackness
remade remodelled into someone elses image the final dissolving stitches have gone then the sky is let loose from the land and the moon has escaped the sun and woman completely separated beyond man one minute a crocodile next minute a wolf in the heat of summer days drowning in my own saltless sweat i dont care for reason or duty or logic or order i am the poet unhinged on whatever is necessary i dont write it but i live it not the great beast only a lesser one perhaps pacing up n down n his cage of furniture and knick-knacks i live my poetry aloud but it is unspeakable no head should contain such opposites of good n evil i unleash the mangy panther and he slinks off through the trees the jungle is in my head of course the future contains the past and night turning into morning a friend comes over but my friend is a 2 faced black cat unlucky herself to ever cross my garden path i was leading her down oh i see we’re alone so i can completely relax oh i can just say or do whatever i like because at this time of day the jungle is all encompassing and i hunt through these rooms snarling under my silent breath and i take whole sentences from poems i have not yet written and chunks of instructions that i cannot follow and messages from a nonexistent outside world that is now only darkness and green leaves is that ache in my chest where my music escaped is that fog in my head where the ghosts have all gathered the panther slides off of his tree yes he is a panther yes he is mangy but a panther nonetheless wild cruel selfish remorseless […]
imaginator
remade remodelled into someone elses image
the final dissolving stitches have gone
then the sky is let loose from the land
and the moon has escaped the sun
and woman completely separated beyond man
one minute a crocodile next minute a wolf
in the heat of summer days drowning in my own saltless sweat
i dont care for reason or duty or logic or order
i am the poet unhinged on whatever is necessary
i dont write it but i live it
not the great beast only a lesser one perhaps
pacing up n down n his cage of furniture and knick-knacks
i live my poetry aloud but it is unspeakable
no head should contain such opposites of good n evil
i unleash the mangy panther and he slinks off through the trees
the jungle is in my head of course
the future contains the past
and night turning into morning
a friend comes over but my friend is a 2 faced black cat
unlucky herself to ever cross my garden path i was leading her down
oh i see we’re alone so i can completely relax
oh i can just say or do whatever i like
because at this time of day the jungle is all encompassing
and i hunt through these rooms snarling under my silent breath
and i take whole sentences from poems i have not yet written
and chunks of instructions that i cannot follow
and messages from a nonexistent outside world
that is now only darkness and green leaves
is that ache in my chest where my music escaped
is that fog in my head where the ghosts have all gathered
the panther slides off of his tree
yes he is a panther yes he is mangy but a panther nonetheless
wild cruel selfish remorseless quite stupid in some ways
passing into penumbra shadow
at the junction of night and day
a thorn in one paw
the greediest bite
the animal has no manners
no conscience in this cat
only need for more
only restless hurting numbing need
only satisfaction of desire
only sleep which is black like death
the speed seems to have slowed me down
in the calm of an imaginary velocity
in the warm richness of a terrible energy
in the jungle fertile illusory chemical dangerous quiet
in the rooms neither empty nor full
i hear some prey escaping
and i’m off again
in an awful pursuit
