posted on November 18, 2009 at 7:05 am

wasp honey
butterfly silk
spear man
the mechanicals
a boat the boat
afternoon wears on
day wears out its welcome
evening swoops in
in wind and discordant birdsong
drink energy from suns
green lime rhythm against watermark
shoot out line
shoot out another line
king hit
king tide
king high flush
a bag ever replenished
the mirror decides to speak
at last at last
a message dictated furiously from another place
our loved ones grieve for us
decelerate around the islands
i appear in 4 places
the luggage goes round n round unclaimed
net income
silver glints in a deep place
on the shore the natives blinded by the future
the machinist scratches his head
the doctor wags her finger
the surgeon washes his hands
blood pumps red hot n spicy
this is life
this is death
this is inbetween
all is one
one plus one is another one besides
on the otherside in the othertime
universe of chance
a random pattern emerges from gods tiniest whim
each miraculous day i pray to stay in
4 hours of snowblind mindlessness
the night is very soft
the planets are soft and white
the stars are faint n blurry
the wind moves through the palms and finger fronds
the bats superimposed velvet black
sydney reclines on its ample arse at the end of her day
at the marina at the course
at the depot
at the wherehouse
at the behest of the law
people getting fucked up fucked over fucked off
people doing deals
the ferries cruise in
the bridge of size
the opera house where tori was last night
the state where seal was last night
the settee where lowboy was last night
lowboy with his jail tattoos and nail polish
all his junk jewellry
all his vinyl collections
pawn shops and bowling alleys
laneways and loop de loop
ears sizzle
the pizza man delivers n delivers n delivers
up at a bondi junction brothel the cockroaches multiply
in the fated darkness of redone bathrooms with spas
and the second hand car dealers sad song that he sings
sure you say
all this n more
all this we know
tell us more
but i cannot
i have other tasks to attend
i must fiddle and fool and finesse and freakout
and all the rest
there is no rest

19 Responses to “837”

  1. avatar
    Saint Louie | 18 November 2009 at 8:23 am #

    837-5309 or 867-2309? Haha…

    Lovely Beatles Cover of 4 Steves patiently waiting for the trinkets to roll in from paypal…

    Cheers again and lovely freaky short vid with some thing going on in background…

  2. avatar
    fantasticandy | 18 November 2009 at 10:01 am #

    haha!
    a bespectacaled solarization spectacular steve!!!!!!!!!!!!

    and amanda….just chill a bit.
    wer'e here for the same reason!
    i really have no axe to grind with anyone and you didn't offend me in anyway whatsoever…i AM an ugly olde bugger whereas steve is indeed a handsome manne.
    but…really….is any critical comment…even of the mildest, most jocular nature from a day-one devoted admirer of an artist too much?
    surely not?

    dave……checking the diary now!

  3. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 18 November 2009 at 10:10 am #

    …that was a very andy warhol kinda clip, steve……
    yes, i have been here this week but my computer's been a real prick…..my dear old dad has a saying that if it was raining banks you'd get hit in the head with a shit house…..yup, there's my week…..

    love always…..

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2009 at 2:52 pm #

    liberals

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2009 at 2:54 pm #

    a good guy???

    liberal tendency — not to say "compulsion" — to treat all underdogs as victims no matter what the circumstances. In the liberal worldview, criminals are the ultimate underdogs, romantic rebels with all the power of society ranged against them. The liberal role in this regard is to help even the odds, to protect and nurture the criminal so that his more "worthwhile" aspects — whatever those might be — aren't simply snuffed out by a vengeful society. This paradigm has governed the way that criminals have been treated since at least the 1950s.

    By redefining Islamist terrorists as "criminals", liberals have automatically retrofitted them with "victim" status, endowing them with all the rights and privileges granted to American street hoodlums. If the record is any indication, this is going to end far more badly than anyone can now foresee.

    Criminal justice reform was a major pillar of liberal utopianism during the postwar period. American liberals wanted to "humanize" the treatment of criminals, under the impression that this would in and of itself end crime. As in so much else involving the liberal program, criminal justice reform was a wish-fulfillment daydream carried out without adequate research

  6. avatar
    vortex | 18 November 2009 at 3:23 pm #

    you sleazy old man…jus kiddin, i like a good seamy read, like pulling vaz o'er the eyes.

  7. avatar
    fantasticandy | 18 November 2009 at 3:44 pm #

    dave!
    got the tix, chrissy 'n i'll see ya there!

  8. avatar
    bc | 18 November 2009 at 4:26 pm #

    right on
    this is great

    this is life
    this is death
    this is inbetween
    all is one
    one plus one is another one besides
    on the otherside in the othertime
    universe of chance
    a random pattern emerges from gods tiniest whim
    each miraculous day i pray to stay in

  9. avatar
    Birdcage lighter sea | 18 November 2009 at 7:31 pm #

    You're videos are cool
    but your autopoems are out of this
    fucken world.
    Hyper-real truths beautifully gutted from the collective id.
    Choice dude.

  10. avatar
    cazziem | 18 November 2009 at 9:28 pm #

    Many times I've said we live in a crazy world, and having read 837, I'm now convinced of it! Then again it would be a boring place if we were all the same. As for 837, well pardon my ignorance; I'm still very much the newbie when it comes to the land of Kilbey. However, the sentiments of ‘831’ are coming right back at ya – and the fambley of course.

    Well I'll leave ya to do ya fiddling, fooling and freaking out, which I'm sure would be a sight worth seeing, if any of them can be done with finesse that is? Haha! So SK when you've finishing effing about, I look forward to hearing all about it here on ttb.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 November 2009 at 9:54 pm #

    Beaut,
    Jen

  12. avatar
    M E M | 18 November 2009 at 10:19 pm #

    b tw u gotta k now
    im gonna thro w i n
    a k k f r e m e m i x
    4 y a jus t gotta f i
    n d m e s o m t i
    m e ]o v// a t y

  13. avatar
    princey | 18 November 2009 at 10:35 pm #

    It's too dry'n'hot here today, I'll have Bondi anyday. Aren't you off on a family holiday soon? Have a lovely day and I love that face:)

  14. avatar
    Crazy 4-yer Weirdness | 18 November 2009 at 11:16 pm #

    Yeah…

  15. avatar
    eek | 18 November 2009 at 11:30 pm #

    Six new Steve Kilbey paintings are now up on http://www.stevekilbeyart.com . This set has a mythological theme with titles such as The Judgement of Paris, Oddyseus & Calypso, Pan, and Medusa the Gorgon. They are better seen than described (especially by me!), so click on the link above or click here for a direct link to the new paintings and go check them out!

    And remember, the Art, Man & Technology CD and small prints box set is also available on the SK Art site.

  16. avatar
    ...could i disguise this self any less than this so really whats my point or the potential of this | 18 November 2009 at 11:33 pm #

    …certain strata
    always just…
    keeping it so
    … ur words thick
    golden mist…
    there
    …just right, past
    miternight

  17. avatar
    Jasperina | 18 November 2009 at 11:47 pm #

    The cidadas have just begun their rhythmic hum. I want to chant along with them.

    The mid morning scorching Sydney sun starts a kind of invisible spin.

    Softly broke three threads of a spiders web as I crossed my front lawn.

    I hear some gentle piano violin classical going with the splutter and squelch of the washing machine.

    Sipping peppermint tea in a brown floral mug I found at an op shop… it says JAPAN at the bottom.

    My pretty cat sprawls and yawns allowing one golden eye to quietly watch my every move.

    I heard there was a secret chord Allelulia. The holy dove was moving too.

    Peace and love
    Jasperina

  18. avatar
    EDD | 19 November 2009 at 7:56 pm #

    Steve's psycadellic breakfast…ok I give up…Whats 837?

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 November 2009 at 11:26 pm #

    Yeah Stevie…what is 837, enough with the riddles anymore, forget your nickname "Killer", it's now "The Riddler"!

    Ha!


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