posted on November 20, 2011 at 8:06 pm

erudition of impertinence

some god

obviously not yours

has smiled upon me with rain

and filled the living air with bouquets of eels

we are great works of art

we are hung we perform we show up

we string em all along

i explain the massive cliffs to critics of the sea

i interpret the crows up to their usual larks

yes some god sends me here

some minor imperfect god to reflect on his world

tell me he says do you enjoy the grey clouds

why you sly old devil i says theyre fantastic

well thats enough of that talk

the thought forms in my head

delusions of splendour diluted

my own accusations drip like poison into my ear

each time i shudder a sailor at sea drowns in the brine

i notice that everything is talking to me or talking at me

the people the humans the strangers the crowd

the softest sweet rain is whispering whispering

 i am so warm you hardly will feel me

you gather afternoon around like loose fitting garments

you stroll through exhibitions of platinum panthers

and mechanical children behaving correctly

and the rails lo are part of the scenery

you see all of rest of yourself miles below

trip on the love that this god is allowing

in miniature voices the sibilant flowers

the vegetal universe is so apparent to ya now

i wonder which rose first

the root or the stem

embrace cactus heart feeling

i spell out His name in liana and vine

i talk of His bliss in gurgling brooks

and rivulets that race over flat stones

i admire his His strength in the double horizon

i see all His virtues in the deepest green sea

somewhere a neptune enters a cave

somewhere an orpheus beloved of jane

somewhere i hammer my arm into shape

that old sick rush the giddy and crush

a song occurs to me as i swagger along

some roman socialite woman beside me who laughs

youre so very cruel arent you….?

3 young maidens run on ahead

does each represent a fork in the clef

does each mean something arcane in the cabbala

are they the norns who measure our lives

i call for my staff

but its the afternoon off

off limits to gulls

off limits to shops

off limits to towers who boast seashore glimpses

off limits to television show bout the mayan

ocean is warmer

still cold but its warmer

half in and half out

half human half fish

half lovely dolphin

half awful shark

half in the light half in the murk

i still wander

and squander

these passing hours

yeah but

 

12 Responses to “an englishmen and an australian go into a tremolo bar”

  1. avatar
    captain mission | 20 November 2011 at 10:39 pm #

    there’s magnificent poetry in your words sir.

    i have two jokes in my repertoire now. here’s the new one.

    a skeleton walks into a bar and says, ‘i’ll have a beer and a mop.’

    that’s it.

  2. avatar
    Lara | 20 November 2011 at 11:42 pm #

    A less cryptic comment (to give eekie a break from translating, though she does excel at it):

    this is really, really good. really.

    And I am delighted with Egyptian Register and my piece of the SK art puzzle.

  3. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 November 2011 at 11:58 pm #

    “and mechanical children behaving correctly” …ahh, from that stanza forward I knew this all to be a myth, amiss, allusion, illusion, illustrate, hesitate, ….(oh crap I suddenly have fallen into a INXS song…mediate…arghhh crap) .

    Well now, jolly good blog today sire…sorry about that distraction. Those brothers and their friends confuse me with their lyrics sometimes, oh but I so much miss their frontman…he was a wild one …wasn’t he?

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 November 2011 at 4:26 am #

    and then you imagine and if all this went well? you hope for the best and a song you might know, as long as there’s light in the time where you stand, it might seem so childish but still in the quiet maybe a place understands: far away into those oceans swim gently above and coral foam shines over the horizon even as the sun takes a rest to bring another breath so deep it continues forever if you must through the currents of a river’s crossing back and around they bring up the surface only after a thought to what wasn’t found. and then, there is music, which speaks for itself and a wave crashes again to sweep you away to the same place where you started this dream thousands of years pass back to the stars when they too had to wake from being asleep.

  5. avatar
    Once | 21 November 2011 at 9:16 am #

    Lovely.

    Would you do me a favor? And not charge me $1,000? Do a cover of this tune, for Christmas –

    http://guitar.about.com/library/Christmas_Tab/bl-o-holy-night.htm

    There’s the tab, as if you couldn’t figure it out anyway. I would KILL to hear you do it. And maybe even pay, but not $1,000. Maybe just for TTB?

    God, that would be DIVINE.

    D.

    • avatar
      Once | 22 November 2011 at 11:50 am #

      For me (aside from this one), Christmas songs go from “can just barely stand it” to “OMG, if I hear this again, I’ll go mad!” ((lunging for the dial))…we need something new.

      🙂

  6. avatar
    princey | 21 November 2011 at 9:58 am #

    My God, that was good sk.

    I’m So excited sk, I finally organised a detour to Newcastle for the acoustic Lizotte’s show (with the lovely Sue C), then the following night at The Enmore in Syds for the 3 album show!!…there really must be a God cos I’m gonna be in heaven that weekend! 😀

    xDiamanda

  7. avatar
    muse | 21 November 2011 at 10:25 am #

    you dare to taunt my geographical misfortune?

    who is your miniature god who can bring about the grey clouds?

    send him/them here at once! we are in dire need of precip!

    (as if you didn’t know…$!@#$@%$^&^)(*

  8. avatar
    Heather Daydream | 3 December 2011 at 11:33 pm #

    Q. what reason did the skeleton give for why she didn’t go to the church gig?

    A. i would’ve liked to, but I had no body to go with


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