posted on October 19, 2007 at 7:33 am

the day after erskine died
daddy ganymedes and roland vocoder
were loitering with intent to loiter
the missiles aimed at the west were gently humming
the endless day of man was ending
the evening would bring bats and gliding rodents
the vegetation was poised to breakthrough
the moon seemed impossibly large
the magic realist was writing a book
in his book
he resurrects erskine from the dead
and has him upon some weird adventures
spooky stuff best half forgotten
some fucked up olde wizard
a recreational necromancer
some beachside shaman with gold top mojo
some washed up bottled up energetic calamity
erskine in buenos aires and montevideo and sao paulo
oh erskine snort that pure 5 buck a gram coke
oh erskine sort out the orphans surrounding you everywhere
oh erskine visit ipanema and see the lovely girls
oh erskine fall in love with an incan princess
oh erskine lost in the andes 5 miles high
oh erskine meet the magic realist in his garden apartment
hes writing it all down
hes getting it all down
attended by five young graces
his lemurian crystal in a pocket over his heart
his melodic voice he speaks perfect english
conesuela cooking in the kitchen
cooking up a storm
the magic realist such a host of hosts
offers you tapas erskine
offers you wine
offers you time
offers you a line
and another line on the next page
when people read about you in spanish
when people see your handsome face in print
do i really have to die erskine asks
and daddy ganymedes laughed out loud
englishman he said
are you fuckinga kidding me?
and roland vocoder said ahh……..
and the magic realist who was writing this story
looked up at his characters in wonder
for truly they were there in magic reality
and the wind blew
and the apartment was filled with the scent of jasmine
and all tiny things jingled in their places
the frogmask licked its lips
oh horror the frog has sharp white little teeth
erskine reaches up to touch it
and the amphibious monstrosity bites
you fool says the magic realist
conesuela come here he calls
conesuela the most beautiful woman on earth
blonde haired darkskinned browneyed
a palomino of a woman
her breasts are shaped like abundance
her mouth is generous
her waist is curved like an expensive guitar
her teeth are ivory oblongs gleaming
her eyes are the history of love
her hands are like graceful herons
her ears are tiny and faerylike
her forehead is slightly frowning
her eyes are slightly narrowed
her neck is graceful long swanlike
her shoulders are straight
her thighs are voluptuous
her calves are milkfed
her ankles are slender and tenderly arrayed
her feet are brown and broad
her toenails are bloodred
her stomach is flat like a great plain
her ribs encage her beating heart
her mind is quiet
her mind is deep
it remembers for thousand years
it remembers in and out of lifes lives
its constant
her voice is soft husky
her words are well chosen
her winged words fly into any hearts now
her mornings in the ocean
her mornings in the oceans bed
her tea she sips in mint condition
she bathes in a lagoon with the fish
she gently handles the curious snakes
she touches them so gently so humanly
she touches the snakes with their patterns
she lets them smell her skin
she submits to their trespasses
she rolls over in black satin water
down by the holiday houses quiet in this season
she holds her breath
and spits out the surrounding sea
she is there right now
go there
go to her
go erskine
go magic realist
go the cats
go the rats
go the mountains
go the sun and moon
go to her
go to her

36 Responses to “########## 4”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 19 October 2007 at 8:48 am #

    howdy, erskine. haven’t seen you in a while…

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 8:58 am #

    far out brussel sprout!

  3. avatar
    woodsprite | 19 October 2007 at 9:02 am #


  4. avatar
    lami | 19 October 2007 at 9:34 am #

    abundant. velveteen. joyful to the eye. plump. welcoming. inviting. beckoning. inspiring. re-sculpting. reciting. insighting. delighting. …xxA

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 9:41 am #

    If only more lyricists were able to write this evocatively. Great writing is a feast for all senses.

    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark.

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 10:19 am #

    Erskine lives on, I love it.
    Love Amanda

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 10:25 am #

    that was gorgeous Steve…YOU are such a beautiful writer.i can almost feel that warm brazillian air on my ears,as i read this.bananatrees,smiling children’s faces,bright colourful birds and locals.the smell on the wind,of a million mothers cooking.and the storm gathering energy over the mountains…you make this woman magnificently,and vividly alive..your characters,are 7 dimensional…thank you for the inspiration,once again SK..have a divine evening all…love to you ,as always,gen xxxxx x

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    Candy | 19 October 2007 at 11:17 am #

    old style coca-cola snakes alive. YUM! buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . beautiful n tart . 😉 LOL xo

  9. avatar
    Robert | 19 October 2007 at 12:03 pm #

    if i could travel in time,which way now would i go.would i keep that secret to myself,or let the whole world know?if i had 3 wishes,would i wish for a million more…………* part the seas .huxton creepers x

  10. avatar
    verdelay | 19 October 2007 at 12:34 pm #

    Enormous and strange.

    Like sandcastles built by the children of Hyperion on the beach near Colchis.

    Only instead of grains of sand, they are cast from random moments in countless interlocking lives.

    And at the end of the live-long day
    The tide comes in and washes ’em all away…

  11. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 19 October 2007 at 1:21 pm #

    Oh yes we women understand instinctively the awesome power of the moon in many aspects including monthly tides….ebb & flow……

    a dreamy tale you are weaving for us…most magical…..thankyou

    And to all…..
    for a mesmerising poetic dance experience I highly recommend Sankai Juku’s ‘Kagemi’ at the Melbourne international Arts Fest…sublime

  12. avatar
    Faye | 19 October 2007 at 1:47 pm #

    another dreamstate reality.the magician in the realist never sleeps.the realist fights off sleep like a girder holds a bridge….alas,for me,as well Steve,tis time for sleep..thank-you for the has been a long day,and a long week for me this I thank-you again for your magical words,and thoughts,and inspirations.I thank the lords above for SK anChurch..peace n love . xo.. time for 40 winks now n zen, n again xx

  13. avatar
    timbo | 19 October 2007 at 2:10 pm #

    well you definitely heterosexual

  14. avatar
    umbrique | 19 October 2007 at 2:12 pm #

    try harder, this is just not good enough.

  15. avatar
    Cee | 19 October 2007 at 2:28 pm #


    My favorite:
    her eyes are the history of love…
    …her mornings in the ocean
    her mornings in the oceans bed

    sus ojos son la historia de amor…
    …sus mañanas en el mar
    sus mañanas en la cama del mar


  16. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 19 October 2007 at 3:35 pm #

    So eclectic, imaginative and out of this world. SK must have several alter-egos or he uses a higher percentage of his cognitive organ than cerebral neophytes like me. Cee is lucky to live in San Francisco. I love that city!!!

  17. avatar
    tigger | 19 October 2007 at 4:26 pm #


    and u know it

    if the rsi stops u from writing good stuff then stop writing

  18. avatar
    eek | 19 October 2007 at 6:55 pm #

    has a bit of a pied piperish feel to it, especially at the end. I think you could hypnotize a lot of people to do your bidding.

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 7:40 pm #

    good day sunshine…good day sunshine…good day sunshine….love . oooh! touched by the sun..mmm..x

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 7:50 pm #

    if we ignore the ignorant commentor/s do you think they may just disappear? now that’d be some magic I could appreciate!..”make it so Captain!” ignorance deflector shields at 100%…only life ,and love ,and laughter ,matters!”…/jb x

  21. avatar
    a star | 19 October 2007 at 8:43 pm #

    star gazers. we glean our predictions. peering and prying. reading and filing through spectrums of prisms. volumes of viscid gilt pages. ever grasping. ever guessing. ever divining or demonizing. extracting and rejecting. defining. moralizing. still helpless to the merge. adding salt to the sea. like mapping winding rivers that fall. the eternal divine cartography of thee crystal ball. this light. this star. you. are. here.

  22. avatar
    JJ | 19 October 2007 at 9:17 pm #

    Another installment of Earthed, I like it. Would love an audience with the Magic Realist, perhaps another life, another chance, another reality.

    My brother’s friend, who came with him from Hawaii to see my father off, brought the nicest island herbal gift; which I will enjoy tonight. Memories will flow and ebb from the wicker sofa, iPod and headphones set to the TB.

    Wonderful read today. Thank you.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 10:03 pm #

    What Joy! It’s Erskine mob! AND the Magic realist. I’m grinning like a kat and clapping hands like a kid.

    Your writing keeps getting better and better…this is purrfect!


  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 October 2007 at 10:34 pm #

    …and the beautiful thing about not seeing the physical world?..when i go to the markets in the park today,iI can be anywhere….even the market in the enchanted village of Erskine…magic realizm at it’s finest,you are SK..thank-you for the fiesta and the holiday of my minds receptors..what a stunning planet we live on!…good morning to you,and all of you lovely fiendz…a bright sunshiney day to all…love,as always,gen xxxxx x

  25. avatar
    red dirt girl | 19 October 2007 at 11:49 pm #

    a friend sent this link to me today …i’m still trying to figure out who and what and when and why …..

    and obviously i’m behind here – not knowing erskine or the magic realist, but i do know latin america, and i am woman in all her mysterious, fucked up glory as well as mermaid and panther and Selene and a trapeze artist and of course woman handled snake – they were best friends before the betrayal …..

    this is somewhat like that old anxiety dream: show up for the test – everyone else knows the answers – and i’ve not been to one class ….

    sigh. i’m intrigued. but not sure if i’ll return ….(as she wanders away, shaking her head in bemusement …)

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 October 2007 at 12:24 am #

    ‘Go the cats’ indeed…i fully concur!
    Can’t help but think the TB’s presence earlier in the year in our fair city opposite ‘K’ Park was but an omen of the good times ahead…

    Jon from Geelong

    p.s. Looking forward to the gig at the forum!

  27. avatar
    andmoreagain | 20 October 2007 at 2:08 am #

    I can’t be bothered reading the last few. But I think it’s more of a case of, “It’s me not you.” then it being crap. Hey Brien, I love Macca too. Even his Silly Love Songs…

  28. avatar
    steve kilbey | 20 October 2007 at 2:56 am #

    nuff said

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 October 2007 at 3:23 am #

    im speechless.


  30. avatar
    josh | 20 October 2007 at 3:39 am #

    i agree

    it all rolls along nicely until the go there crap

    you are a brave heart TB

  31. avatar
    mattdavison | 20 October 2007 at 3:46 am #

    nuff said…….. I don’t think so!!!

  32. avatar
    & by the way | 20 October 2007 at 5:22 am #

    i wont comment
    on things that
    arent worth
    commenting on

  33. avatar
    steve kilbey | 20 October 2007 at 7:12 am #

    you joshing me?

  34. avatar
    Melissa | 20 October 2007 at 7:36 am #

    ‘her eyes are the history of love’..

    oh, I love that too

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 October 2007 at 8:25 am #

    I’m pretty sure,that’s how it was perceived..i never was really concerned enough to observe otherwise..Mmm,now I’m thinkin?oh,well…facade is effective,when the inspiration isnt happening..tis the curse of the “wise”,yes?…i have always been this way…./CW X

  36. avatar
    lily was here | 20 October 2007 at 1:01 pm #

    go the full figured woman
    welcome back erskine, but I ended up with The Beatles song ‘Anna’ in my head

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