the picture is gone
let these words exist in darkness
let these words explode in some strangers head
someone i aint ever met
i dont write truth i dont write lies
i have everything yet nothing to tell you
a story as common as any old yarn if you please
why the author is already bored with retelling it
the usual conflicts the usual resolutions
the confused pawns moved by a distant hand
the sun and moon have exchanged positions again
the tide goes in and out
i come to grips with slipperiness
i contain the idea that detachment can be achieved violently
fresh treachery in every gesture
could one really be a hero in this novel no ones reading
the players are not fixed they drift in and out of mind
it seems no one knows why anything happens
it seems ive woken from a dream
but the other dreamers scream out
go back to sleep
there is no reason for all this thrashing around
the pointlessness of it all needs not be pointed out
we’re all just children no more helpless
we dont think to think
i am coming up against spirit
i am coming up against power
if you proceed against spirit and power you will fail
one leads to the other
deep foundations in some other eternity
intelligence alone is baffling bewildering
every genius an idiot but never vice versa i assure you
none of the best stuff comes from just us
with the invisible source gone from the equation
the figures can never reconcile themselves
overlooking the obvious well it happens all the time
ive found bad luck rubs off on whole planets
ive seen a jinx last ten thousand years
they dont have time to empty the traps
before we’re filling em up with our bodies again
here comes a guillotine here comes a plague
here comes a genetically modified germ
now i have the cure it will cost you 10 k
now i have a chip we should all wear in our heads
we can track each others movements thru lives
i have a screen all the children should watch
and once theyre hooked they will never slip off
i have a way of protecting you all
but first you must tell me your pins and your codes
i have a rock by the side of this ocean
i sit and i think of the fucknuckle idiots
the ones who keep on ruining my lives
just when i was sorting it out
another clown goes and another arrives
like a merciful king i send them all into exile
then one day i awake on my throne all alone
the night has receded like a black soothing sea
leaving me here just thrashing around
“every genius an idiot but never vice versa i assure you”
What a great line.
And so very true!
Go back to the pics!!
This one is being printed and filed away in my ‘Kilbey Notebook’. I, in my opinion, believe this is your best envy so far in 2012. Articulating brilliant !!! Its beyond a ‘gift’ when it comes to categorizing ur writing skills. It is simply indescribable. Thanks for sharing. It has helped with the pain so far today. Along with catalog listening to AENT and Uninvited …
I fell really awful yesterday on ‘black ice’ and wickedly fucked up my left arm ( looks like a completed Rick Baker make-up job for a zombie movie). Its the blood thinning qualities of some of my medications that contributed to the…horror of it all…and I landed parallel body/ground, so my lower back took a serious jolt and, well, im kinda fucked up pretty bad right now.
Everyone, everywhere …please be careful in ur travels due to extreme weather conditions. Let it be ice here in the states and abroad or heat wave in Aussie land. Mother Nature, she’s pissed at us little ants and her vengeance takes on so many guises, so all be healthy and careful please.
AzAlwayz,
Darrin JK
Abstract Illusion 11912
Affection was an early sign
Of a twisted mind
All virtues had faded away.
Apprehension made it cold
Though warmth was felt inside
A child with in us all has died
And left us with hearts of stone.
And so the story goes
This is the way we have chose to live our lives
Does anybody really know?
The way you feel when it hurts deep inside
Are we running from our selves?
Within this game of life in which we play.
Dazza
Damn, sounds like you’ve been eavesdropping something like the Alex Jones Show. Occasionally you read like the poet’s take on modern revolutionary rants. A global conspiracy going transcendental. I dig it.
show me a hero, I’ll write you a tragedy (Fitzgerald)…what a story (Kilbey)
i wish there was more yearning
instead of instant availability
we’re definitely not progressing
when things come too easily
i see the world turning
to a sadder state of uncertainty
the fires outside are burning
with little warmth or security
is the Nothing slowly returning
through our sufferings and misery
while our balloons keep bursting
we feel used and tossed out to sea
the ocean is infinitely churning
will it carry us or will we sink
You’re not alone on the throne; I’m just across the ocean in a frozen land waiting for your next return.
According to Einstein, we’re all geniuses/genii(?) in our own way … and according to someone else, it’s not our darkness we fear, but our light. And why should light threaten others? It should allow them to shine theirs and be set free. If you don’t understand the relevance of my comment and I haven’t understood your poem it’s because we’re different types of genius.
Nice !!!
Nobody does it better…..love your work sk. (but you already know that
)
I’m really looking forward to seeing Van Park in March, should be a hoot!
(hope you get to do a “music” sideshow with one of the boys while you’re down here in Melby too)
Take care and love always,
xAmanda
p.s. Did a bit of thrashing about yesterday… restless, missed some friends from Surrey, so went around some inner city haunts instead. In my travels, I threshed a few things out, you know like grain from straw. It’s interesting what you find when you sift through the grind.
If I save and save I might just be able to afford enough leaf to get the cage re-gilded. I tried and tried but there’s been a run on leaf, and all that’s left is stalk. And stalk is cheap.
v
Brimming with power – vibrating with barely contained explosive force! At “the night has receded like a black soothing sea”, I expected a calm release but then the protagonist is left thrashing around. I hope the merciful king finds peace.
I hope also that I avoid the exploding head syndrome. I strongly doubt that you would remember but we met in 1990 when you checked out a studio where I was recording at the time. I made a comment about this in response to something you posted elsewhere but took it down because it was disparaging about the material I recorded. That material is rife with sounds that haven’t aged well but my self disparagement shouldn’t ignore that there were good people involved and we had some fun. As I’ve been catching up on your past work I’ve been struck by how well it translates across the decades. I look forward to discovering more – cheers.
if you define an idiot as an ignorant person then theres degrees ignorance
most geniuses , creative or just plain clever…those whose have excelled in their field…are a light years ahead of the ‘ignorance’…and its they who “one must study to know, know to understand, understand to judge” HB
meanwhile, sure to bump into a few idiots today
yep, the idjits are out in full force round here
sk
ha ha!
your’e rambling on again!
‘stream of conciousness’….that’s an understatement.
Human relationships are fraught with emotion. It must have been so much easier in primitive times. I have achieved detachment with violence Steve, unfortunately, but it resulted in the blessed state of nonchalance, which is where I wanted to be. Never thought I would get there. Worked on both sides xxx
‘hammock” stuff is so painfully beautiful……
thank you david
i reckon that too
detachment can be achieved violently……
yes it can, but I love the detachment achieved through just letting go….everything zeroes in to my own head space and time is irrelevant……
love always….