posted on June 30, 2008 at 4:45 pm

dangerous thing
vicious attack
moving at lightning speeds
across the plains and prairies
striking out like a ghost
a phantom on your chest
a cruel murmur through the ranks
a coiled necessity
a claw of persuasion
in the wilderness between my ears
in the jungle in my mouth
in the plateau of my intelligence
creatures of the air
swarmers and wriggling birds
swallows and terns
crashing in a field
blazing eyes emitting smoke
sensitized skin detecting the net
colour changer
hooked and curved
razor teeth
saw tooth
finned gilled winged poisonous
dart and feint
locate and disable
break and enter
undergo deprivation
float in cosmic blackness
hunger rips you open
thirst cuts your throat
madness chattering gibberish
bruised and grazed
shot through with veins of iron
among the reeds by the rivers
hiding and waiting
down you go again
knocked out of your sky
a wobble begins
miss the land
cant stop now
ready to fall a part
caution : no substance
warning : no lightguard
question : why?
the moon influences their moods
the sun warms their blood
but the moon directs them from a distance
half full not so empty
the planet-go-round
things happen in big and tiny ways mimicking each other
things go on happening even if you cant see them
alliances between planes
men receiving a message they barely can understand
the earth hides away from the future
the stars aware too but uninvolved
the rumour of a messiah
the sighting of a giant
the unmistakable presence of an angel
who can say they have never lived ?
the theatre too hi brow
the gutter too cliched
the bible….well who has really read it?
the small print…yes yes..just sign it
a small drink…no..?…go on…
something scurries beneath the facade
dont look there…!
heres your drink….with real arctica ice
heres your paper…the daily bad news
heres your medicine…down it goes…good boy
no no
i remember you now…
i hated you then and i hate you still now…
come along theres a good fellow
dont spoil it now
dont ruin it for everybody
where is rome?
where is babylon?
where is nineveh?
where is siam?
none of them have turned up again…
is that what we’re waiting for…?
the mob
the arena
the tyrants …..all the same
wine addled cowards soft bellied and stupid
coddled in power
oh no
im not waiting around for that one again
but choice is an illusion
and illusion is by its nature tricksy
and if you think you know something
then youre a fool
and if youre a fool
youd make a good tyrant
wine slaves executions palaces the whole thing
plan an invasion
or kick back on capri
the vultures are hovering
but youre playing with your little fishes
same old mistakes
same old patterns
watch them rise and fall
cheered today and fucking cursed tomorrow
over and over
and over it

19 Responses to “allocator”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2008 at 1:55 am #

    I don’t deserve to be first.
    That honor should go to someone else.
    What a great line…
    “The earth hides away from the future.”
    Very enjoyable reading today sir.

    Mark
    Tampa, Fl

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    craig1.618 | 1 July 2008 at 1:56 am #

    noticed today that there’s a hummingbird’s nest with two little babies in it just outside my studio window

    saw momma feeding them a couple of times today

    it was nice as i was rehearsing a string line to look up and see them sitting there in the nest

    plus the song i’m working on currently is pretty and uplifting

    serendipity

  3. avatar
    Polydora | 1 July 2008 at 2:07 am #

    hmmm… this blog here mirrors some of he thoughts I’ve been spinning through today.

    thanks. good to seem them in print.

  4. avatar
    PAGEY | 1 July 2008 at 2:56 am #

    been reading trip reports on Erowid for Salvia Div..
    man, if you can trip like that. well if one can, well then any peak experience possible is only illusion. Any truth i tried to grasp in the past is just like one of these trips, it can’t be true, nothing is true. nothing is false, it all just is….imagined and shared…let’s keep exploring….

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2008 at 3:15 am #

    when one is alone,there are many directions to run,but,not many destinations of chloroform walls.:)

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    Anonymous | 1 July 2008 at 4:31 am #

    The new Salman Rushdie book ‘The Enchantress of Florence’ is a darn good read. All about magic and illusion and enchantments…. Salman is a naughty olde bugger, no wonder he has had 4 wives.
    PV

  7. avatar
    cita | 1 July 2008 at 6:05 am #

    The unmistakable presence of an angel. There is an art to seeing what is often unseen. The creative eye sees intuitively.

  8. avatar
    MEM | 1 July 2008 at 6:37 am #

    Q: what is real; what really matters
    A: an ability to be true to ones self
    A: a willingness to sacrifice for others
    A: the capacity to know, learn and love; these
    are the seeds that have been planted

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    ...being here, doing this... | 1 July 2008 at 6:47 am #

    “is that what we’re waiting for…?
    the mob
    the arena
    the tyrants …..all the same”

    not quite…

    the observer has changed

    his mind

    .

  10. avatar
    MEM | 1 July 2008 at 6:48 am #

    …there can be no compromise.

  11. avatar
    princey | 1 July 2008 at 6:54 am #

    FUUUUCKKK!!! (excuse the french)
    I’ve only been aways for a few days and look what happens!! Sk is in town for not one, but three days, and YES!!! we plebs are allowed to attend this not-so-secret gig!! I cant bleieve Im going to miss this tonght boohoo. I hope its a fantastic night for u and tim and everyone going….life can be so crooohell. Well this has totally wiped that stupid smile off my face!!
    love and that,
    Amanda

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2008 at 7:46 am #

    and as you play once again for all the somebody elses…

    The Mysterious Performance (part 1?)

    You left the train at five am, exactly five am, wearing your Rimbaud shirt. Your scarlet suitcase greeted the city and on the other side, I felt the first drops of rain licking the grate. Picked up my diary and wrote more stupid words as I tried to decipher your muttered verses. The face of a pentagram crossed the window as I watched the sun struggling to win the liquid arms of night. The VHS tape opened itself in two and then I put it to play. The top of half his body was an exquisite corpse. Our fathers were sitting in the audience, each one carrying a lighter. Yours had some cricket champion Zippo. Mine had a Tales From Topographic Oceans Zippo and it promised to provide fire for entire progrock shows, wow, what a potency. My futile and empty aunt, an usurper of orphans’ properties, was also attending but she was more focused in playing music-poker with the idle-to-absorb swine. Yeah, there you were sharing attention with the players hollow voices, experienced charlatans whose favorite sport was to confront real music with their bets. There were huge jukeboxes where they made their bets for that season and they were all surrouding you. A wall of discordant sounds to serve the avid while you kept on playing faster and faster than light as if to top the confused roar of ignorance. You were precisely ethereal. You were playing an absolutely different version of your song which was last season’s winner. You never wanted to win but you wanted to be in evidence. And you wanted to be held dear EVEN more than being the ruler. Yet everything you did was perceived as a statement of proud self-conscience. I knew it cause it happened the same way with me.
    “Beware! He changed the arrangement”, said number one customer. The high-pitched voice of a follower trembled “I want what’s on the radio” so you harshly stopped and whispered on the mic: “you weren’t listening anyway”. You went back to the intro and now the song was becoming granulated as if it was about to turn off. You were making it sound like cool jazz played by a heavy metal act. “This is not a darn competition!”, your father politely screamed holding his lighter with softfeather carelessness. “It’d be one hell of an idea if he played the forgotten mellotron at his left side”, my father uttered with full-belief. In a matter of seconds you’d press the keys instinctively making it sound like a vivid orchestra with its maestro positioned in the middle. All the subtle details of your songwriting were emerging through the beastinstrument, especially how you felt it echoing in an old woman’s kitchen in 2046 when you played its first chords. Mellotron is the psychological fiction of instruments literature.
    You disappeared after playing one recognisable chorus for everyone at the venue. Then the torn apart tape played a wind sound sequence in crescendo till nine pm when I noticed I was getting late for the performance…

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 July 2008 at 8:57 am #

    yadda, yadda, yadda.

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    lily was here | 1 July 2008 at 9:52 am #

    In Prague they call them alokátors, but they’re now extinct and their skins are valuable.

    Choice is an illusion
    This is where you often get me in, one sentence that distracts me. Not a good time of the day for that but you are inspired at the weirdest times yourself.

    Is time an illusion? Does it only speed up when nothing is new? Yes, no, Im not sure. Time, love, memory…non-physical things with the total power to control you without even trying.
    xxx

  15. avatar
    captain mission | 1 July 2008 at 10:05 am #

    you’re like a star burning bright

  16. avatar
    iseult | 1 July 2008 at 12:30 pm #

    was it good for you, too?

  17. avatar
    tim | 1 July 2008 at 12:38 pm #

    just read 2012 the investigation into civilization’s end. it was a good companion piece to the one by daniel pinchbeck you reviewed here a couple of months ago..but all this
    effort into understanding what’s to come was put into perspective by one line in kung fu panda…….
    yesterday ia history…the future a mystery…today is a gift…that’s why its called the present….
    cheers friends..

  18. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 1 July 2008 at 2:13 pm #

    Sk’s discerns the volatility of this spinning and swirling ball that we inhabit and chronically infect with the utmost irreverence.

  19. avatar
    restaurant mark | 1 July 2008 at 2:36 pm #

    “and if you think you know something
    then youre a fool
    and if youre a fool
    youd make a good tyrant”

    that’s what we’ve got running the show here, isn’t it? interesting blog today…enjoyed it.
    hello steve, everyone…finally back home! i love my imac desktop but with all this out of town stuff…got to get an ibook. keep missing my daily lessons! i’ll have to look into the origins of man and the universe, by barry long…sounds like something i might be looking for…thanks for sharing steve.

    take care everyone
    mark


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