posted on January 5, 2013 at 8:44 pm
science as uncontrollable anxiety

science as uncontrollable anxiety

we barbarians have sacked all the cities

the beat of war drum in dreams

the promise of gold and women

we marched on empty stomachs and hard hearts

we crawl over terrain like molasses

at dawn we are mirror

no need for documents we arrive as by magic

our unfathomably insane desires now immaterial

we gloat although hungry

we brag nearly dead

everything ive ever seen through a slit in my id

avalanche of body as the slain come down

communicate this : pain misery dirt

some god not ours enjoys this sport

men hewn from oak or rock hewn down in dive

looting the temple of some virgin rape seed

it was burning before i got here

the earth cannot shudder or it would ….

the poisonous means of diplomacy prevail

we take back our holy places by unholy mistake

lemmings into the afraid n over any old cliff

such a clever job they did everyone every one

down in some desert place there we are virtually

some miles to go until freedom is ripped out screaming

you spearmen ahead who fight for culture

and you you axe wielding giants who maim for a living

and great loyal bowmen who rain death in a cloud

all of us plunder the pleasure of ages

unbound on the field unleashing fire and pitch

in warships like nightmare i burn in the sea

all of it sinking sinking into the past

swallowed up in the darkness of memories blur

my fever my brothers my others my fingers

swirling around in the life rushing by

twirling strand woven  by the norns in the sky

 

28 Responses to “arc of covenant”

  1. avatar
    Pat | 5 January 2013 at 11:07 pm #

    and in the reading… to become both veteran and victim of the crusade

  2. avatar
    you | 5 January 2013 at 11:25 pm #

    It is quite obvious that the human race is going to hell…the only thing that may stop it from doing so is if we stop trying to stop it from doing so

  3. avatar
    andy | 6 January 2013 at 1:37 am #

    cripes!
    this really is a good ‘un.

  4. avatar
    jkothmann | 6 January 2013 at 4:24 am #

    such powerful verse. Damn.

    It may come as some tiny consolation, that at the end, whaen Gaia and her daughters finally hold our species to account for what unspeakable horrors and abominations that we’ve wrought upon this world, and ourselves, then, at that moment, you will be vindicated as one who saw the shit coming down and you sounded the alarm in the most beautiful way.

    Thank you for that.

    You’re an inspiration for all us creative types out there, slogging it out for…?

    Thank you for that too.

    Please sir, and I mean this from the depths of my ancient consciousness, please look both ways before you cross the street.

  5. avatar
    Galamor the Wizard | 6 January 2013 at 6:49 am #

    Just found out about the Hammock song…VERY NICE!
    I don’t recall you mentioning that one here.

  6. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 6 January 2013 at 8:33 am #

    Perhaps you prefer this one, although I don’t think it is as directly related to this poem as the other.
    TIMELESS:
    Where did this morning go?
    Who cares really?
    Felt like time stood still
    just went a bit south and down the hill
    for a few hours.
    But could have gone on holidays
    to Byron Bay for a week for all I knew.
    Too late to see the sun rise
    too early to get too burnt
    and sorry too early again for the future.
    Still, I somehow felt
    I’d earnt some kind of sojourn
    and benefitted fittingly.
    Well, always an excursion
    into childhood,
    the old neighbourhood.
    Grandma, St Charles,
    Lugar St, the baths,
    5c ice creams, turns on the choo choo.
    And was that you?
    A familiar face way above at a window
    blowing smoke and thoughts over the road.
    Who knew to look
    there at that moment?
    Who?

    • avatar
      Admin | 6 January 2013 at 9:50 am #

      yeah

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        Kohl Ette | 6 January 2013 at 11:45 am #

        Imo I think it’s quite mediocre but each to their own

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          Admin | 6 January 2013 at 1:32 pm #

          no it wasnt mediocre at all

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            Kohl Ette | 6 January 2013 at 1:34 pm #

            What, this one or the unpublished one? Just out of interest? (In your opinion).

          • avatar
            Admin | 6 January 2013 at 1:47 pm #

            any of them
            i like this here although its simple
            i can feel the tug of that familiar nostalgia
            and the vacuum of its absence
            youve made that clear

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            Kohl Ette | 6 January 2013 at 2:53 pm #

            Actually the bit about the familiar face is paradoxical. In retrospect it doesnt really make sense. If a face were familiar, why would I be asking ‘was that you?’ so I think that is about a face that is familiar in its obscurity or vagueness(ie, perhaps familiar as a reproduction or at a distance) and also physically obscured by a familiar reference to smoke. The fact is I saw a bloke looking through a window on Bondi Rd in the futura environs. I just happened to glance up randomly. It was very reminiscent of you. He was blowing a cloud of smoke out the window and strangely looked as if he saw me seeing him. I kept walking anyway because I couldn’t say for sure it was you. I am amazed you think it’s clear!

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    Cath | 6 January 2013 at 10:30 am #

    What inspired this today Steve? What happening?, even though relics like these are in the musics for decades

    Good words

    HAve been watching some little doco’s about the beginnings of theatre,(the tube) apparently it was originally a gathering, a competition of sorts…..the greeks did it well for hundreds and hundreds of years, but later the Romans stole it and entombed it within bigger walls, with roofs, bigger stages etc and thus began the state control…….of the freedom of speech
    …..more public places to tear at the tyrants we need…..not in competition, but in freedom….

    it is the men and women with the unquenchable anxiety? “I vant to know I vant to know” , think Indiana Jones and how the visitors,newly re membered looked into her soul and then she turned to dust…..”i VANT TO KNOW( Russian accent)”…….maybe not science they are just rediscovering what the ancients knew….a different way…..or maybe what the ancient visitors taught them….in a time before this time…after the last time….in another arc of space lol….
    Theirs is a funny theatre,,,,of white coats….masks……biotoxic stuff…tiny lances, big maginfiers……
    .
    funny lot.Could be me, could be you, shake of the dice,that would be nice, arena of choice….

    the earth cannot shudder or it would …. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KAboom

    maybe it would swallow them whole for their fallacies

    but we do all…… luxuriate in the spoils…….

    would you care to mention how one may go about the commission process???just something small. Time based? size based, materials? cost? Would treasure forever a visual reflection created through your eyes.

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      Admin | 6 January 2013 at 10:37 am #

      lovely response
      cath
      you can commission me thru holly@thetimebeing.com
      she can give ya a quote a time frame and she can kick my (virtual) ass if i dont get it done …
      sk

  8. avatar
    Heather Daydream | 6 January 2013 at 10:55 am #

    Wow, gulp. Shiver!

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 January 2013 at 12:47 pm #

    I feel sorriest for – besides the children – the independent (un-corporate) artists that followed you (the church) and the others. Think about it: I mean, [we] had you guys following the beatles and marc and floyd and iggy and ziggy (and spiders) and Jims and Jimmys and dylans and lous and hooples and janis and stones and Pattis and NYDolls along with Clashes and Roxys and Love&Rockets and Cures; and you could go on and on w/LSknds and Animals and everybody(!) whatever floated your boat, it was real – ; pop music too – I mean some of it stunk but most if not all remains much better than anything they’re manufacturing (without a past) today: Neil Diamond and Falco and Monkees and dozens more probably – when popping, they’re still better than anything today, And Taylor – that’s James… not Bond, but Mudslide and CSNY and Creedence and… (there is absolutely no “good” pop any longer; it’s all XFactor/American Idol crap – reality shows are becoming reality- and they’re not real? Are people really like that?) and if you were inclined there was motown vs what they pass for music now along that genre? And there was Johnny and Waylon and Willie and TBone over there, if that’s what you liked, you had greats… … so with all of you/so many others not mentioned but not for any other reason than this is getting too long – riders in the beautiful sky, we got to be and to laugh and dance and think of peace (or Jim Beam in some cases…) with role models on the radio that were opening, not closing thoughts… (before corporations took over radio stations too … the world was blessed with over 50 years of music that allowed and continues to allow us to think without limits and be free and nothing’s been better – ever – and luckily, quite a few of you keep coming up with new stuff.

    and then inspired by all of you, following you as the next lineup; to have been so inspired, they came up with their own new thought allowing lyrics/music – these and others that came after you guys but before today — these are those I feel the most sorry for: (the)Radioheads and GodSpeeds and 3EyeBs and Billys and Jonsis and Remys and Chakras and MooYous and Nirvanas and PearlJams ( did you ever wonder: through the late 90s into… Mr. Vedder woke up some mornings to someone else’s voice on the radio thinking: ‘wow, I don’t remember singing that…I must have been off that day… gotta do better”) and the Bondys and (again) the Dylans (this time the Jacob one) and so many others had you guys to continue dreaming within inspiration you gave them to give again to us/others – and I know corporate music has always been, but while you/we were all enjoying the freedom and never-ending ideas of this era of music, corporations were getting busy and lobbying to allow them to own more radio stations and buying up labels and paying off this one and that one and getting distribution in lock-down mode and buying stadiums and other venues and buying tv stations and production companies and print companies; so now those Radioheads and Billys and Bondys and Dylans that had all of you to follow – who are they going to have to follow them?

    And they deserve to be followed just as you guys will always know you inspired a whole generation of magical music; they should be allowed that too; in retrospect to look ahead at their gifts to the world and what those gifts will next bring forward. I think the squeeze of corporate greed/power is ruining music for the generations to follow – if you’re not in with the corps nobody will have enough funding to make real music and even if they do/can, how do new artists stay around for decades without poverty as a return for their beauty?

    (and) in one of your last blogs you infm’d of how some computer program was being used on a new album you’ve been working on; and I am sure yours will be unique and with thought and beauty and depth; but still – remember: that computer stuff is also what allows corporations to pick out and “make” anyone they deem a potential profit into what has now become a nightmare… (thank you Mr. Apple, your evil remains) horrible fakes with whole separate dressing rooms just for their wigs and makeup so they can go on stage (?) (and not like Bowie and Marc etc. – they gave us fantasy and wonder) …and are paid to keep paid entourages at their beck and call to tell others “like me” (and) to make them seem better than they really are at all times.

    So those pretty ladies up in the northern skies and wanderers left out on the oceans searching to hear the sirens call out to bring them in are confused stranded and looking back, not forward for magic. That’s not the way it should be. so while using that computer stuff, make sure it’s really really good – not like anything else – as you seem to do best.

    • avatar
      Admin | 6 January 2013 at 1:31 pm #

      thats quite a comment!

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      narelle | 6 January 2013 at 11:48 pm #

      that was a good read…thank you so much

      the church…eighties
      the real commercial music boom was the 60s and 70s when we all started buying record players and records

      the proof is in the pudding…real pudd!!
      how many of that era are coming to do live concerts in Australia this summer?… eg Shuggie Otis…Bury My Body…so good….will be there with bells on…Al Cooper introduces Shuggie Otis for all you young things

      a day on the green…first started by Bill Graham…Filmore days

      so who cares if an artist uses a computer…we will always have enough ‘older’, yet to be discovered ‘treasures’

      on the otherhand, if the newer age computer focused musos can find a market for this whatever you like to call it creative whatever, then good luck to them as well!!

    • avatar
      Steven Krut | 7 January 2013 at 5:45 pm #

      http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/the-new-economics-of-the-music-industry-20111025

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      Anonymous | 8 January 2013 at 2:16 am #

      something I’m working on/with… all these “young” bands… really good ones too – they tell me of “pay to play” (on the coasts) and are miles away from deals that pay them otherwise… but they’re good and they want to follow.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 January 2013 at 12:48 pm #

    your software said I duplicated my comment; I only hit submit once.

  11. avatar
    Chris | 6 January 2013 at 12:50 pm #

    And so Elijah gave the word.
    And his reward? The prayer was heard,
    And Ahab drove him out, to hide
    With neither food nor drink beside
    The brook of Cherith. There he sat
    Alone, afraid, and murmured at
    The price of faithful prophecy:
    “What does it profit here to speak
    The truth and die beside a creek?”
    But then God said, “You will not die.
    Consider how the ravens fly:
    Are they not free at my command
    To go and come from Ahab’s land,
    And carry here bread, meat and all
    Through windows in the castle wall?
    And will I not then care for you?
    Consider now what I can do:
    Henceforth I make of your distress
    A banquet in the wilderness.” John Piper.

    Thanks for the banquet of TTB in the wilderness sk….

  12. avatar
    bigbopper | 7 January 2013 at 3:25 pm #

    Steve, Your response to Kohl Ette above. “i can feel the tug of that familiar nostalgia and the vacuum of its absence” Even your throw-away comment lines are amazing. Jesus, thanks for sharing with us daily.

    bop

    • avatar
      Admin | 7 January 2013 at 3:34 pm #

      thanks boppa

    • avatar
      Kohl Ette | 7 January 2013 at 4:07 pm #

      That’s a throw away line? … I may have wanted to discuss it further, but I didn’t think it was throw away at all. Not from my point of view. I think it’s a keeper not only for the actual words but for their meaning and their potential, strangely drifting from past, present, to future and other realms.

      • avatar
        lordbrian | 8 January 2013 at 6:00 am #

        it gets painful walking around with that stick up my ass!

        LB III


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