posted on March 22, 2006 at 10:26 pm

whats occurring there?
how are you feeling about everything?
what are you doing here now?
what can you find that would bind you to me?
today its raining at the coast
reminding me of a hundred times
down the sea with mumndadnrussell
backseat of the car
wed driven down for a swim
now its raining
dads got his window open
smoking
when he smokes he doesnt hold it
between his two fingers
he holds it covered by his palm n backwards
boy my dad sure likes smoking
i try to sometimes suck in the smoke
to tasteit
to see what its all about
but its secrets elude me
dad smokes like this coz of the war i suppose
mum doesnt smoke
she says shes never even tried it
and i believe her
we’re eating some vinegary chips
and dads getting angry
cos me and russell are feeding the gulls
and theyre landing on the cars bonnett
russells a lot younger than me
hes a nice brother
tho im not very nice to him
dad puts the radio on
a lovers concerto by the toys comes on
i read somewhere that it was based on some music by modzart
or beathoven or some oldtime composer
“how gentle is the rain
that falls softly on the meadow…”
oh yeah sitting in this car
i can really dig that
the song sounds like its being sung by a lil choir
of black motor city angels
“and if your love is true
i will give to you
every part of me”
well these lines really got me thinkin’
about all that adulthood
spreadin’ out before me
like a snake in the sun
i will give to you
every part of me
i decide this is the most singularly erotic
lyric ever from a pop song
yet very romantic too
the way i could still remember things were
back in the ionian days
when “i”d been someone else
in fact i was an expert in greek mythology
at age 10
the teachers in my school would ask my opinion
i aint kiddin’
i devoured this stuff
i felt these were my real people
i looked out the window thru the silver streaks
of australian rain
were parked by a little beach
on an estuary down the south coast
you can rent little paddleboats
and archaic surfboards
the greene grass grows all the way down to the sand
there is no car park
there are no other cars
the pressure of this aloneness
comes down on me
why am we here on this rainy afternoon
4 strangers now family
some strange trick has isolated me here
in the 1960s
on this strange continent
as a childe…
i flick in n out of this state
flipflopping between a precoshus kidd
and some other bunch of things
i can never understand
the rain stops a bit
and a pale sun struggles thru
me n russell climb out of the car
running around with our boxer dog
and our model aeroplanes
russell runs into the water
and goes straight in
i linger around up to my knees
i seem more delicate n wimpy than him
days like this seem to stretch on forever
then suddenly recede into a distant past
miles ago
when everything was different
maybe more friendly
then i look up
its 2006
here i am at a computer
od ing on MEMORY
i guess
see ya round the traps
sk

53 Responses to “artefacts from the prediluvian era reveal cannabis”

  1. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 22 March 2006 at 11:19 pm #

    I’ve had a crap day
    reading this
    helped smooth out
    the sharp edges

    ta

    cpe

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 March 2006 at 11:29 pm #

    gorgeous memories, so many details. your recall is enviable.
    and that line “i will give to you every part of me” – wow, fully erotic!

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 March 2006 at 11:45 pm #

    Some information about the “Aussie yobbo” from Tuesday’s post…he was/is a great old friend of mine, down on his luck, and a Church fan from Day 1, and I bought him his ticket so he could see his favourite band, he not having the fiscal resources to do so…he was thrilled and excited to be there and may have overdone it, but his heart is genuine and in the right place and no insult to Mr Kilbey was intended…to judge and villify without having all the facts is not the Buddhist way…nor is to childishly threaten physical violence…these things happen, and life goes on…

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 March 2006 at 11:46 pm #

    rainy days bring out memories. nice…the difference between melancholy and sadness…

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 March 2006 at 11:46 pm #

    Where did the years go?
    (Why did they go?)

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 12:36 am #

    This is sheer and utter adolescent horseshit and self-indulgent nonsense…try reading Nabokov’s Speak Memory, or a Wiggles transcript, for something enlightened on childhood and reminiscence…toy air-wo-pwanes indeed…

  7. avatar
    captainmission | 23 March 2006 at 12:37 am #

    hiya steve,’ what is accurring here?’
    Why the sound of one hand clapping, i been bounded by some of that aural magick for so long, it’s in me bones now, deep in the dna, slowley being passed on to another generation as my son is beginning to get into some church music, possibly endless play has brainwashed him, but i rekon he is just tuned in, i mean he dropped out and turned on ages ago there was always hope, he went from liking all that rap shite to electronica and the church in the space of a few days, not sure whats happening there but it’s good stuff.
    it’s always intresting to read your trips on memory, they have a nice hallucigenic quality that is kinda sensual, have you ever though of writing a poem, ha, i am joking of course.
    you know i met peter one day in glebe before that free outdoor show and i asked why the church have never done soundtracks to movies, i mean i sit here at mission control and i listen to ya, and i am away man, in other places, realms and the visuals unfold before me like a cinimatic reel, i mean is this what music was invented for, anyways peter’s answer surprised me, he said, ‘that you’d never been asked.’ Then he caught me of guard and asked what movie would suit the church’s music. Well normally i would have been able to answer straight away but i was really stumpped, i mean there are so many to chose from, yet, nothing seemed good enough and nothing sprung to mind at that moment. I told peter i would have to think about it and then went home and basically wrote a script for a film the church could write music for, anyway thats another story for another time, what i did wonder was does anyone have a film in mind that the church would be the perfect for the soundtrack?
    And steve, you must have had a few offers?
    I don’t mean short exceprts, snippits of songs or singles like in DD i mean the whole soundtrack.
    There was a trend a few years ago where bands played live to a chosen film, ‘La Haine’ screened with the Asian Dub Foundation and i am sure there are plenty more, i think some one called DJ Shadow did a soundtrack to Birth of a Nation as well.
    I guess there are obvious ones that suit the church, like the original ‘solaris’ seems a good match of the top of me head or that old bergman flick about death playing chess.
    anyway, excuse the ramble, have a good journey and if ya feel like smoking something try
    http://www.sagewisdom.org/experiences.html
    may the force be with ya.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 12:38 am #

    Can anyone logically explain how a snake “spreads out” ? Such tosh.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 12:55 am #

    SK,

    You are human after all, Nice post

    Cheers
    DR

  10. avatar
    mike a | 23 March 2006 at 1:17 am #

    excellent words sk!! Like I said before, your best blogs come out when the weather is bad or it’s raining!!

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 1:31 am #

    i was wondering how long it would take for the negative bandwagon to start up. funny that. bitter people with short egos and stunted brains, with nothing better to do than hit out from a safe distance with a blunt stick…good work boys, keep pissing on others to try and make yourselves feel less miserable…it never works though does it. you still crawl back to your hideous holes at the end of it all…

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 1:34 am #

    well said, above.

  13. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 23 March 2006 at 1:57 am #

    I came back to visit you Steve, after 7 years, and here you are, giving us a glimpse into your three pound universe. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed me.
    Nostalgia is wonderful isn’t it? Before you knew about the laughing sadness that would someday own your soul.
    Thanks for the memories, old friend.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 2:27 am #

    Nice one, Steve. Simon.

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 2:42 am #

    Hey Steve,
    nice mammories man.
    Keep doin it, ur a champ for not blockin some of these comments , the one’s that spit out venom anyway.
    It must be raining a lot harder in some peoples souls.
    Lookin forward to Monday night.

    Dutch Pierre

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 2:45 am #

    anonymous 11:36, have you ever considered writing a book? The Joys And Sorrows Of Being A Wank Biscuit spring immediately to mind.

    kristine

  17. avatar
    Ross | 23 March 2006 at 3:00 am #

    Thanks for the Story Steve. Love your naturally emotive style.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 3:03 am #

    Thank you sk for letting us tag along,

    41

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 3:58 am #

    love your
    poetic words sk
    thank you

    xo
    diane

  20. avatar
    Rehan | 23 March 2006 at 4:15 am #

    Lovely evocative stuff! Reminds me of the poem you wrote for the inside sleeve of “Starfish”. Gorgeous…

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 5:03 am #

    To the anonymous literary critic @ 11:36 and 11:38

    This is a blog-journal, not an edited, published work such as those you mention.
    S.K.’s posts contain some fine writing and imagery and invoke a range of subtle (and not-so-subtle!) emotion. It’s a great example of a web-log by a truly brilliant individual, but it’s also a spontaneous form and not meant to be highly polished.
    Too bad it doesn’t meet your standards. Are you some kind of highbrow twit or just a pompous idiot?

    ‘-}

  22. avatar
    Azza | 23 March 2006 at 5:52 am #

    I think its sad that some people find it necessary to critize a personal blog. I mean, what’s the point? Do they think that I’ll read their comments and have a sudden change of heart with regard to wanting to read SK’s musings? They’re going to be disappointed if that is their aim….
    Love the simplicity and evocativeness today SK. Nice story.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 6:09 am #

    What would you expect from someone who goes to the bother of procuring a ‘Wiggles transcript’ – some profound insights on childhood and reminiscence I’m sure. He must be a smart five year old, though (he knows how to spell Nabokov) but next time he should really get his parents’ permission before using the computer. I doubt they’d approve of his bad little temper.

  24. avatar
    sue cee | 23 March 2006 at 6:39 am #

    “i decide this is the most singularly erotic lyric ever from a pop song”

    sk – i still get that from Ed Kueppers song ‘Everything I got belongs to you’

  25. avatar
    isolde | 23 March 2006 at 6:46 am #

    Once upon a time long, long ago in a far distant land, three wise men met by the bedside of a sleeping boy. Shakespeare said to Homer is this he? The one who will carry the fire of words onwards to light the way? Indeed said Homer he is the minstrel knight and one day his three wishes will be granted. His first wish is to sing for the Queen of the realm accompanied by 100 musicians and 1000 dancers, secondly to be so loved and adored that damsels sit at his feet and ask for his favour, and thirdly for even ordinary men to know the words of his songs that they would not pass him by without serenading him. But, said Shakespeare, his fate will be that at the very moments that his wishes are granted, there will be imperfections of circumstance and he will see only the surface appearance of things, yes indeed he will be blind, he will be without grace. And, said King Arthur shaking his head sadly, he will use the double edged sword of his great wit and way with words to rent asunder those very people who are fulfilling his life’s desires. He will have a realm but not compassion and we can only hope that his subjects will yet love and understand him and by their example he will be inspired to love all of them not just by words but by thought and deed, for this is the way of the true and noble knight.

  26. avatar
    between planets | 23 March 2006 at 7:40 am #

    Here?
    It’s still yesterday afternoon to your thizmorning and the din of the rush hour commute is beginning its long crescendo outside my window in most western Bohemia. everything is gonna work out fine I believe we’ve found another roomie for our flop house and I’ve collected enough wood to burn all night,thanx for askin. This is set as my home page so it’s the first thing I see when I turn the machine on.Not sure what binds me otherthan, the many a morethan one time you’ve been able to Xpress a feelin I also held and could not meself articulate. As long as your transmitin I’ll be gathrin up your rosebuds.
    BP

    p.s. this was meant to post at 3:45 pm but my intermitent internet went out till now.

  27. avatar
    Ross | 23 March 2006 at 7:53 am #

    I often wonder if Steve himself throws a few of 11:26 comments in himself to spice things up a bit??

  28. avatar
    Sweed | 23 March 2006 at 8:12 am #

    Loved the bloggy today!

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 9:27 am #

    There may be a nefarious rogue sk past live that somehow slipped through the karmic system floating around out there, showering scorn on his former host as payback for certain temporal indignities.

  30. avatar
    sometimes anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 9:33 am #

    ross 6:53p.m… Maybe he does, who knows the secret

  31. avatar
    aaa | 23 March 2006 at 9:35 am #

    I love when you write these stories –

    Interesting my son aged 10 is a huge fan of History in general – and has a passion for Greek Mythology.

    The many faces of Steve

    more stories they are wonderful……

  32. avatar
    sue | 23 March 2006 at 9:36 am #

    isn’t it interesting how we all feel so fuckin’ important putting our feeble words down in a blog or two, thinking that that our words are so significant when really we are just a bunch of ants moving things along until we die. I’ve taken much joy in posting my shit on this blog (as I am sure you all have) and know that all I really care about is reading a book to my children and seeing delight in their faces.

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 9:59 am #

    do you read to your children with such pathos and tenderness? lucky them.

  34. avatar
    Rubikon | 23 March 2006 at 10:13 am #

    It’s funny how childhood dreams can seem more lucid and vibrant than things that happened yesterday.

    My folks nearly emigrated to OZ back in the mid 60s on one of those cheap government tickets – I don’t really know why they didn’t

  35. avatar
    sue | 23 March 2006 at 10:35 am #

    anon…8:59…when I read to my children, I transport them to a place that all children should live in…one of fantasy, magic and a place where anything is possible…they believe in a world where dreams come true….incidentally, I have just returned from the most magical part of my day…I have tucked my my daughter (6) into bed (at which time we blog about the day) – and she has shared with me her dreams of “writing a book that wins a gold medal like Bob Graham” and “becoming an entomologist like David Attenborough” – she believes that anything is possible and, at this stage in her life she is not an ant – SHE IS EVERYTHING. I hope that she feels this forever…I certainly will make sure that she feels this as long as she can.

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 10:49 am #

    ahhh, childhood. A sweet, beautiful lie.

  37. avatar
    BoredwithSK | 23 March 2006 at 11:45 am #

    anon… 9:49 you are obviously a shallow, synical and hopeless cause. If we dont have children… what do we have?

  38. avatar
    Brad | 23 March 2006 at 12:01 pm #

    I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, here or there, but bickering and anger is a boring read – SK or the peanut gallery.

    I liked todays post Mr. Kilbey. You’re blog’s like an orange – sometimes peel and trash. Sometimes pulp, so some like it and some don’t. Sometimes juice, and you gotta get through the other stuff to taste the sweetness.

    Still with you, hanging I am, for parts in the latter. But knowing, I’ll keep my mud boots on.

    b

  39. avatar
    Daberhasher | 23 March 2006 at 12:46 pm #

    thank God Noah kept some of the weed dry…

    nice tale, brave Ulysses…

    i’ll leave the bitchin’
    to the bitches…
    all the venom i got
    is a bad snake joke…

    …so Noah is doing a sweep of the Ark after landing, and he sees two snakes chillin’ in the corner…
    “Oy Vey!”, he says, “why do you not go forth and multiply?”
    “uh, we’re adders dude”, they say…

    yuk yuk yuk…

    aloha,
    ee

  40. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 1:07 pm #

    To the angry commenters

    If your feeling stressed
    do something different,
    roll up your sleaves or eat an orange.

  41. avatar
    rubikon | 23 March 2006 at 1:21 pm #

    Steve.. at what age did you arrive in Australia from England? Were you old enough to remember anything of England before you left?.

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 3:28 pm #

    If you don’t like what Steve has to say, go away. No one needs your pointless negativity. Pathetic.

    Steve — thanks, as always, for sharing.

  43. avatar
    subject | 23 March 2006 at 5:18 pm #

    you DID write the starfish poem.

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 March 2006 at 6:48 pm #

    Chain squeeks on swings
    sunshine til she sets
    hi-kites tackling air
    knew I’d be there
    grasshoppers defend
    startling stalks
    blades of time
    uncle’s wisdom
    scratches on limbs
    legs carry me
    anywhere with ease
    I’m still there
    As Im here

    J Rodriguez

  45. avatar
    RONIN | 23 March 2006 at 7:32 pm #

    Very nice, sk. Thanks for the memories…

  46. avatar
    RA | 23 March 2006 at 8:00 pm #

    “whats occurring there?
    how are you feeling about everything?
    what are you doing here now?
    what can you find that would bind you to me?”

    Literally..

    I’m cooking dinner and playing with her laptop, whilst my wife feeds our youngest..

    Feeling? –
    Mixed as always. Content and very happy due to being married to caroline and due to my children.. yet there’s always the underlying sadness that comes from having to be a wage-slave to facilitate the home etc.. Due to reading SK’s blog i’m reminded how excited I am about new album and prospect of London gig perhaps followed by a road trip with a few friends to a foreign city to see the Church..

    Doing here now? –

    I come here most days. It’s become a habit.

    To bind me to you?-

    Some stout rope?.. or maybe..Being a hopeless pacifist, veggie with streaks of anger at injustice and the the idiot tailgating me in the car…

    Peace,

    Richard

  47. avatar
    Joe Burns | 23 March 2006 at 10:24 pm #

    “whats occurring there?
    how are you feeling about everything?
    what are you doing here now?
    what can you find that would bind you to me?”

    Well, I’m about to leave work for the day.. and realizing that I hadn’t had my daily dose of ye old bloggy, turned over the rock to see what kinda life was brewing there…

    Also realizing that my day started with “Invisible” when I turned on the Ipod this AM and hopped on the train… and it looks like it will end with a peotic meander through yr memories…

    SK – do you have any idea the impact you have on people’s lives that you will never meet? Sorta like that boy who’s dad owned the circus until the trapeze artist fell and died…

    I’ve still got me’opals.

  48. avatar
    Phedra | 23 March 2006 at 10:38 pm #

    sk,
    what’s the name of the book on shakespeare that you read?
    sarah.

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    Mr. Ricky | 23 March 2006 at 11:56 pm #

    I am missing you…
    could not imagine life without you

    just read your last 12 blogs!!!
    MEMORY OD indeed!!!

    been in texass for sxsw and haven’t had much time with computers…had a great time!!!

    Can’t wait to see you!!!

    Love
    Ricky

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    Anything I say is spam mam, be sure! But yes the salad has been tossed so many times for our hero I can hardly see that he might ever have the time to eat it. Vegans rule…sometimes.

    b


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