posted on October 18, 2007 at 2:33 am

a magic realist must have a fertile imagination, si?
a south american magic realist where things are more unreal
really unreal
magically real
the musical rain sings the ancestral songs
water slides down the window invisible yet seen
the rain on the glass silver like argentina
oh the garden in the deluge
heads of flowers droopy and plop plop plop
splishy splash in the pond
salamanders writhing in joy under the domelike bubbles
thunder cracks the sky like a faltering bridge
reality opens itself
the smell of tin
the sensation of numbness
the feeling of calm resolve
the meaning of it all
the transformation of mundanity to insanity
just like that
roman elegiac strains fill the air
a whiff of ozone
a flash of sulphorous lightning
the pain of remembering all the stupid things
lovelorn sunny days in stillness
meaningless adventures in the flesh
the realist confronts the magician
the shadow meets the light
the fire meets the ice
the spirit must wrestle with the beast
magic realist both spirit and beast
magic of reconciliation
let the spirit ride the savage beast
the great beast
the dumb beast
the magic realist is connected to everything in sight
he feels the fledgling struggle within the shell
sudden movement within the chrysalis
widows terrible tears softly fall on pillows
he hears all
he watches the lines deepen on beloved faces
he sees the triumphant dawn blaze over white cliffs
he imagines the atmosphereans in their lofty eyries
he tingles as the hyperborean winds begin
the magic realist observes the blooming stones primitive moves
planets out in deep space have their pull on him
the magnets align
the poles are moving
the action has barely begun
the spirit names the beast
the beast names the spirit
the universe watches on in case
the magic realist fuses fact and fiction
he lives his love in his life
his lofty principles often slide into inchoate anger
he hurls himself about crushing velvet evening
dressed in midnight blue
he walks down by the sea in summer
where (a) little magic is needed
in the black n white night and marine light
the taverns and the bars
women called scarlet dance in crimson dresses
and the music is romantic and sad, hombre
and the castanets clacketty clack clack clack
and the guitars only play minor tiny songs
admidst the smoke and beer
amidst the sweat and the noise
out into the open air again
burst into moonlight by the train station
come down the stairs to the rolling tracks
all the debris calls out
broken champagne bottles whine
burnt bits of newspaper and an old syringe
whispering used tickets flap uselessly
a bottle top squashed looks like a gold coin
sombre sounds of huge wheels turn round
travel away as the night bends and refracts
the tracks like castanets clack and clack
monkeys in trees in the rain scream past
in treetop canopies they never leave
as train blindly hurtles itself
in a compartment
some beautiful stranger
she mysteriously is in love with the magic realist
she removes her clothing in the mirror only
she lays down with him but shes on another train
she kisses him without any touch or intent
she caresses him handlessly
she loves him without her body or mind
her spirit mounts his beast
the tracks go clack clack ricketty rack
the carriage shudders as it rushes on steel
the lightning goes flashhhhhh
the thunder goes booommm
the story stops here

38 Responses to “########## 3”

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    ~ | 18 October 2007 at 4:14 am #

    such is the beauty
    such is the beast

    much Love,

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 4:14 am #

    while the magic realist listens to his heart speaking a language he has never heard before

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 4:31 am #

    gorgeous one’s today’s a quiet peace ascends to all of our hearts..thank you…xxA

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 4:37 am #

    …and here’s me thinking you were an existenialist.

    Watch those wrists.

    (no Mr Humphries jokes, Dave M.)


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    Peter | 18 October 2007 at 5:10 am #

    Isn’t Gabriel García Márquez a wonderfull, fantastic magic realist writer.
    His book ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ is a masterpiece, one of the books you would put on your list if you could only have one book with you if you got ship wrecked on an island…

  6. avatar
    eyes of old coals | 18 October 2007 at 5:39 am #

    “one hundred years of solitude” is my first boyfriends favo. yet i didnt read it.

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    Peter | 18 October 2007 at 6:34 am #

    Vote for the 2 church albums in this poll.

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    cita | 18 October 2007 at 6:44 am #

    The shadow meets the light. I am still thinking about the notion of the edge. It is still resonating with me. I like reading your thoughts because they set my imagination alight.

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    Krissythegroupie | 18 October 2007 at 7:02 am #


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    craig1.618 | 18 October 2007 at 7:34 am #

    you ever been followed by howler monkeys at night near the mayan temples?

    is that magical realism?

  11. avatar
    mime | 18 October 2007 at 7:40 am #

    Etienne van Heerden. South-African. Read his novels!!!

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 8:19 am #

    beautiful Steven! very beautiful…the spirit and the beast are one.the heart cannot love without the knowledgable acceptance of the body,and mind.spirited monkeys asking “what’s that glow?”If you are not afraid to venture,it must be the heart which leads.the heart ,the heart of the train,the coalfire,hungry for fuel.its seals and doors embracing furnaces,constant,and blazing.a slow gentle rocking of the carriages,and the magical dream becomes real.transmitted by fire.distilled in lightning.etched on the barks of the most ancient of ,ancient of trees,high in the canopies.home of the twittering,chattering monkeys.monkey heart,monkey mind,monkey spirit.hear no evil,speak no evil see no evil..yes,but they see you…,you are more magician,than realist?but ,i see,that SK,your magic is very,very real…have a blissful night Mr.K…love to you,as always,gen {aka monkey brainz :-0 ;-))))} xxxxx x

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    isolde | 18 October 2007 at 10:02 am #

    He estado pensando en ti realista mágico

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 10:31 am #

    Mmmm…it’s a stunning moon tonight.can you see it out the window.the moon to make a monkey cease it’s chatter…and begin it’s song to the light….cognac,anyone?peace pipes around the bonfire,guitars warmed by flame.the momentarily stationless carriage of space and time…the stars look so much brighter out here..x

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 11:43 am #

    …a fusion of mortal and divine…a celestial climax, supernovas pour fiery delight into the evening sky…universes exist behind your eyes, steven…thankyou…
    love always and always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 12:24 pm #

    that story evokes weather outside my door. silver like argentina………ha.

    r mck.

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    matthew | 18 October 2007 at 1:29 pm #

    Frigging marvellous stuff SK. (In need of transcendence here!) You see, I got a job in the department of electoral continuity; it’s my job to maintain the veneer of camaraderie, and sometimes it hurts like blazes. *But* it will fund my and my daughter’s excursion de l’Europe in December. Thanks again for the amazing poetry.

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 1:43 pm #

    cor this is good…..i fucken love the magic realist…you just keep pulling them out of your hat don’t you, olde magician you…..
    but i wish i wish…all the way through this one I heard your voice…your sybillant sh’s, crisp clickety clacks, the one, two-and timing of widows terrible tears…
    put on your midnight blue and recite this on bondi beach one moonlit night….we’ll all come; and gaze like children….



  19. avatar
    lily was here | 18 October 2007 at 1:44 pm #

    It was just getting good! a voodoo doll for your rsi


  20. avatar
    Candy | 18 October 2007 at 1:53 pm #

    choo-choo bar! Ha-Ha!..i am da monkey of da tribar call choo- choobar! peaceful dreams and laughter n love . xo

  21. avatar
    opie | 18 October 2007 at 2:40 pm #

    Freedom from Love
    is the crack in the mirror

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    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 6:59 pm #

    I was just singin’ my jazzy voodoo scat! peace xo

  23. avatar
    davem | 18 October 2007 at 8:54 pm #

    Welcome home Jen!! Where have you been? It’s great to have you back in the bosom of TTB!!!!
    B Bon you’ve spolied my fun and “minor tiny songs” will be REM then esskay???
    Loved today by the way…it ended too soon….the (a) little magic was just genius…
    May the Lord Killa preserve me but I have to take my 14-year old to see The Undertones on Saturday night. AndyL has deserted me to promote his Dudes thing and I’m all naked and alone against the frenzied 3-minute power pop. Nothing space rock about this…..Brien…Sue C…Vel…Vishnu…Thomas…PV Isolde..genx kat….amanda….art…krissy….HH….Jonny….eek…help?? But most of all…Jen!! Hello!!!!!

  24. avatar
    Faye | 18 October 2007 at 10:20 pm #

    Mmm..lovely one SK..thank-you. peace n love xo

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 October 2007 at 11:02 pm #

    do fairybombs make you laugh?:))) x

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    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 12:12 am #

    davem – the undertones! Aren’t they as old as us?!
    just put on your pogo shoes (i mean docs) and, y’know, leap.

    have fun! lx kittykat

  27. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 19 October 2007 at 1:10 am #

    Some people consider The Undertones the best punk/hard rock band to emerge from Ireland. Formed in 1976. I know nothing else about them.

    In May of 2007 Rolling Stone Magazine interview Bob Dylan and he declared that Paul McCartney is the only Beatle that he was and continues to be in awe of. He praised his intact vocals, peerless gift of melody and ability to play any instrument. I needed that because I seem to be the only MACCA fan who comments. SK and The Church are very deep so I understand why there are so many George and Lennon fans herein. But now I have Dylan on my side of who was the greatest Beatle. I do prefer SK over Macca. A liitle Macca is needed after SK and The Church take me to the outer limits of cosmic expansiveness.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 1:15 am #

    …and widowers.
    a goose bump blog sk

    Lady Di

  29. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 19 October 2007 at 2:22 am #

    Cool. So who is the magic realist?

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    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 2:55 am #

    Nice one sk, u sure have a way with words, thanks for the journey to another place.

    Saw Ed Kuepper perform his new album lassa nite, he sure has the x factor (like your goodself). Good to c Peter Oxley play again on the bass. Brought back good memories of Sunnyboys, he is a really nice guy and Ed too. Thank u for broadening my music taste outside of the Church, though u and the band are still numero uno.

    d n i are looking forward to ceeing you next Sat nite, if the show is anything like the Melby one we will be in for a treat.

    Peace & love,

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    ~ | 19 October 2007 at 3:40 am #

    dearest davem,
    I have been~
    (here n there)
    doin what it is that I do best
    capturing images
    drinking mint tea
    thank you for the warm welcome,
    (will drink a pint in your honour, sir)

    TB, real magic…

  32. avatar
    andmoreagain | 19 October 2007 at 4:27 am #

    Everyone loves Macca Brien, it’s just not cool to admit it but it’s becoming cool.

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    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 5:29 am #

    good afternoon Mr.Kilbey!…vares de blog?vares de coat of de storyteller?hmm..hullooo in there!…where to next?dont know bout bondi today,but it is an exceptionally springly day up here in the wild wild west!hope yours has been as smashingly superb as beingly possible SK..!!!!!! loitering now…..waiting for another escapade into the hearts n minds of immortal much or little moula does one have to or to not have,before on gets nabbed for cyber-vagrancy?{if my IT skills were currency,i’d be schtooooofffed!}…xxxxx love,as always,genevieve man without a shovel{douglas?}

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 6:27 am #

    Hi sk, I hope that rsi isn’t worse today, I’m really missing you and the hash.
    love Amanda
    (you make me laugh Davem, I dont know how old you are, but the only advice I have is to just STAY OUT of the moshpit, wear black and spike up your hair (if you still have any heehee) AND have great time!!

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    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 6:49 am #

    Therese, the sk gig next Saturday will be heaps better than Melby’s cos you won’t have David Bridie butting in and taking up precious time, it will just be pure sk and his guitar, what could be better than that Therese????
    I’m hoping it’s going to be really hot at the Vegan Day gig, so sk HAS to wear his shorts and expose those cavles he keeps going on about…yummm (I don’t care what you say sk, I’m going to be there so ha!)
    Love Amanda

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 6:54 am #

    …and if you don’t have any hair, davem, just buff up the ol’ scalp, wear copious amounts of eyeliner, look like a pissed-off and miserable bastard and stick a curtain ring through your nose…
    -advice from your aunty H Heart

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 7:03 am #

    OI! daveM…you could borrow my cat’s collar…you’d look really tough,but also possibly a little “village people”’s a black vinyl studded number!…oh,maybe not!think i could have some electric blue hair dye somewhere?!…”Punk’s not ded?”mmmm well,…we’ll see…dont do the fishnets davem…only works if ur a girl….love,gen x…p.s.have a pleasant evening..;-) x

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 9:14 pm #

    * i love you *

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