posted on June 20, 2007 at 9:13 pm

oh im so happy imagining my fiendsss
in the northern hemisphere
celebrating summer as they should
swimming in gods cold ocean
swimming in that aitch too owe
sweet sweet summer
oh northern summer
oh the englishman in me is called home
a b and b in ramsgate?
up in findhorn in scotland
where the earth spirits have been contacted
and lo
theyre growing some tropical fruit
the great god pan is alive!
and the naiads and dryads dance at midsummer
in glades and dells
dwarves and elves and faery folk
enchanted summer
leafy oaks and brooks and country lanes
the being sits in the void of southern winter
here in my kitchen with a p-coat on
my fingers n feet n nose freeze
oh i wanna gambol in those english woods
i wanna eat tartex and kneckebrod in a skane skog
dive into that black scandic lake
deep and fucking ancient!
in hungary the rolling hills and plains
life goes on as always in tiny hamlets n villages
in the twilight evenings couples stroll through the countryside
lovely germany and its warm generous summer
shady forests and soft beds
america with its beaches and its lovely trees
oh those lucky natives before the arrival of” the man”
why oh why did we have to do what we did?
here n there
n everywhere we go
we middle aged english speaking males
couldnt we have stayed home n enjoyed our own misery?
ooh we paid a high price for our tekk-nology
oh all the blood on our ancestors hands
i cant seem to wash it all off
sometimes i feel guilty just being “white”
although only parts of me are actually white of course
where my stupid little bondi icebergs swimmers go
the rest is a kinda beigey dirty off-white
i go red when im burnt
i go green when im sea sick
i go blue when im cold
i go grey when im anxious
i go yellow when im jaundiced
you could say im a man of colours
resist ice-house comments
iva biggun davies
“you are awful….but i like you!”
hey this blogging lark is easy
look i can write anything i like
muse : yeah…they noticed
the woolly headed doodles pile outta bed
they like to scare each other
and now they have to “take” each other
to the bathroom
or theyre too scared to do a wee on their own
but i dunno what kinda spook would be put off his evil
just cos the other doodle was there
but i guess theyre not thinking it thru
you often hear a wail
as the minder doodle abandons her post
leaving the other one sitting on the toilet
and vulnerable to attack
from whatever monstrous ghoul inhabits the bathroom
the doodles got new drawing pads and charcoal pencils
and theyre churning out flowers n butterflies (eve)
and chipmunks squirrels n the inevitable rabbits (aurora)
reading the hobbit to the doodles at the mo
last night a passage where theyre eating rabbits
aurora looking at me horrified n gulping
christ
looking at a rabbit dont make me feel hungry either, honey bunny
muse : uh oh here we go again…!
we take doodles n bumper to a park in surry hills lassanite
me n nk got a nasty craving for pastizzi
and guess what?
oh joy oh joy
they do a lentil pastizzi
mmm ttb enjoys his pea n lentil pastizzis
n his tomato dipping sauce
watching the doodles tear around like mad things
while the bumper sits atop a little horse saying giddy up
actually it sounds more like gigga ahh
but nk who understands bumperish
says it ruffly translates as giddy up
giddy up?
what does that mean?
i’ll never say that
if i ever jumped on a horse
and i wouldnt
cos i dont believe the horse wants to be ridden
why would it?
you gotta “break” em in 1st
that means breaking their spirit
kinda like what the good guys do at guantarunta fucking bay
davey hicks face down in fluoro light for five years
oooh he must be a badde guy!
real real badde
he musta threatened freedom the skinny little wretch
glad they got him
i can sleep so peacefully now
i dont believe in breaking anything or anyones spirit
do as you would be done by
thats the fucking golden rule aint it?
would you like a horse to break you in?
you wanna be treated like davey hicks without even a trial?
you want smart bombs dropping on your neck of the woods?
you wanna be rounded up n slaughtered?
you wanna be tracked n harpooned?
you wanna be napalmed or defoliated?
you want your kids killed?
come on
im naive n dopey
but cant this world reflect a little love
before i go to that great ibookG4 in the sky?

109 Responses to “being happy being sad”

  1. avatar
    Symon | 20 June 2007 at 10:20 pm #

    Morning from Melby Steve….nice and cold down here as well…oh well..I kinda like the cold cos you can throw on some thick clothes and feel snug.

    Must admit and rest assured… you’re having an influence. Not a single morning goes by lately where I don’t wake up and lie in bed thinking about some issue of “man’s inhumanity to man”….or our human fraility or the tragedy of different events. Social conscience slowly developing and expanding. Have a great day.

  2. avatar
    Cee | 20 June 2007 at 10:40 pm #

    …my feet are slipping on the snow and I can’t understand what’s on the radio…Montreal

    and
    SK
    in
    a
    dress

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:09 pm #

    Hi Steve,

    You know, you may not like The Waterboys or know too much of them but I think you and their lead singer/writer Mike Scott are on the same page spiritually. I thought of him when you wrote about Findhorn.

    Here’s a philosophical question for you. It’s about eating seafood.
    I thought you mentioned that you eat seafood (but apparently dislike crab). Is this true?

    If it is true.

    Question: If living in the sea is like the inverse to living on land, wouldn’t sea creatures all be created equal?

    Typically as a race we don’t eat dolphins but gobble down tuna. But with each bit of sushi we eat aren’t we this much closer to eating a smart sea dwelling creature?

    Or do people (perhaps yourself) simple think in terms of fish vs. mammals?

    Just wonder,
    Matt

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:11 pm #

    luxurious time; these humming moments;small birds twittering; and not to be outdone, the odd tropical avian squawk; the sea silently withdrawing; a slight welcome chill in this air – I’d much rather be home in ttb land than in the noisy office today – oh well, something to look forward to at 5pm!

    have a wonderful humming zithery peaceful smiling cruise of a day y’all…..

    thanks for setting it up SK!

    KK

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:15 pm #

    Hi from another Melby fiend, you’re not the only one shivering sk, it’s wet and really, really cold here too. You might have to follow Marty’s footsteps and plan a few gigs in Spain and France, he’s got the right idea…but not without a stop-over HERE first, ok!!
    Have a beautiful day.
    Love alwyas,
    Amanda

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:17 pm #

    P.S. Oh No! Matt, sk DOESN’T eat seafood you idiot, now you’ve gone and done it!!!

  7. avatar
    mattdavison | 20 June 2007 at 11:22 pm #

    Don’t worry sk you’ve napalmed the world with your music… thats enough isnt it??>

    PS How can Iva be awful.. Silly silly sk… Don’t show that side of you.

    Man of colours….His father was a painter, just like you and me buddy & what a great songie eh!!

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:24 pm #

    silly silly…….

    Great southern man

    the matt the dave &the son

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:26 pm #

    No, he doesn’t, you idiot, but his wife does.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 June 2007 at 11:41 pm #

    …i dont believe the horse wants to be ridden
    why would it?
    you gotta “break” em in 1st
    that means breaking their spirit

    maybe
    maybe not
    maybe the horse enjoys it
    maybe u lift their spirits
    give them a purpose
    go on – hop on
    u think you lead
    direct
    delimit
    maybe
    maybe not
    maybe they can decide
    define
    determine
    destiny
    yours
    and theirs

    May B

  11. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 20 June 2007 at 11:55 pm #

    another awfully good set of lyrics!….

    THE LAZARUS (I. Davies)
    ———————–

    breathing out & breathing in
    a body burning, weightless, dreaming
    no gravity can hold me down
    oblivious and barely moving

    pouring out & pouring in
    saltwater kisses, scent & skin
    all spilling over, slipping down
    a storm against a window pane

    The Lazarus restored from dust
    a leap of faith, an act of trust
    just hold me down & let it pass
    for a moment I nearly lost myself

    till you
    talked me in off the ledge
    talked me in off the ledge
    & pulled me screaming
    dragged me screaming
    from the wreckage
    I’m tired
    tired of walking on the wire
    tired of walking on the wire
    no, don’t look down
    just take it
    one step at a time

    calm, unconscious, still & senseless
    child like, innocent, defences
    down, beneath cool sheets, cool blankets
    freed & sleeping with your secrets

    The Lazarus restored from dust
    a leap of faith, an act of trust
    just hold me now & let it pass
    sometimes I nearly lose myself

    till you
    talk me in off the ledge
    talk me in off the ledge
    no, don’t look down
    we’ll take it
    one step at a time
    will you
    talk me in off the ledge
    will you heal the bleeding edge
    & pull me screaming
    drag me screaming
    from the wreckage?

    ~

  12. avatar
    steve kilbey | 21 June 2007 at 12:02 am #

    yeah
    i personally love a metal thingy in my mouth
    and some great ninny kicking me in the guts
    very motivating

  13. avatar
    restaurant mark | 21 June 2007 at 12:19 am #

    can’t wait for the beach next week! need it…
    we got our kids concrete chalk, so they’ve been going crazy drawing knights and princesses on our big driveway area (not close to cars…no danger involved). it washes off too, so that’s good, but think i’ll leave it. my kids also have a bathroom monster…and a closet one, oh yeah, and one under the house. scary place…my house? didn’t know, seems nice to me? my band finished our cd yesterday…just send it for mastering now. i could mix on those songs forever, they’re never done. and at the same time…no more, finished…walk away.
    take care man

  14. avatar
    damien | 21 June 2007 at 12:26 am #

    You like the kinky stuff, SK?

    To each their own!

  15. avatar
    John Garratt | 21 June 2007 at 1:42 am #

    I’m noticing a trend: the Time Being leaving lots of comments lately.

    JohnGarratt

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 1:52 am #

    All the ladies in your house must be so happy to have their portraits done by you. They all have songs too. What could be more meaningful? Maybe someday they get to draw the TB?

    It’s kinda funny nearly every time you mention a ‘muse’ a few fems write back as the ghost writer. I was saddened to read after the fact last summer, that you thought you had no muse. I’d been very ill for a number of months, didn’t even get to go to your concert. I feel so guilty, I was depressed and wasn’t in a mood for any music during that time. I appreciate the change in you. How could you not change for the better? You’re surrounded by the love of you fambley, fiends, fans.

    You mentioned the bunny…I think I told you once about my dear old grand-dad and how he and my grandmother had an orchard to help their grand-kids eat well. Grand-dad was a huge-hearted guy. We all make mistakes…I see how the love of your children can change you. He also spent some time raising some bunnies for a feast. He was a little mad when he heard we thought they were too sweet to eat, so he never did it again.

    You’re back on the diet thing again. I’d rather call it diet than the alternative. Seriously though, a well balanced diet of carbs., protiens, and fats is best. Most don’t realize that it’s inflamatories that cause the major killers such as heart attack, cancer, etc. Funny, I had some dahl yesterday too…I can’t take too many spices, gotta have the sauces.

    I’m rambling. Hi to all muses!

    Love

  17. avatar
    sharka | 21 June 2007 at 1:54 am #

    It’s nice that he cares…

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 2:00 am #

    Pastizzi’s again, Enough! Stop right there. Youv’e gone too far this time.

  19. avatar
    Thelonious | 21 June 2007 at 2:25 am #

    the cover monster!!!

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 3:11 am #

    if you can read to your children….you should !!xxxxxxx

  21. avatar
    JJ | 21 June 2007 at 3:12 am #

    Summer in the river…..that’s how I try to spend it as much as possible in So. Appalatia. Paddling down from mountains as refreshingly cold water spills down mossy turtle-back rocks, smoothed stones. Nothing like it for achieving “Tranquility”….one of my fave tunes. Some Appalatia Herb to put the finishing touch to the day at twilight; fireflies flashing in the forest in front of us by the chimenea, taking the chill off a cool mountain evening under a canopy of stars. Headed there again Friday.

    Lentils – love ’em, especially as Tarka Dhal at the Indian restaurant down the way. Yum. Whaling, harpooning – so hard to believe an “advanced” country like Japan is still killing them in this day and age for their sushi. They say it’s for “research,” bullshit. Disgusting.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 3:19 am #

    from pain comes pleasure
    from suffering, quite often, strength
    do i need to remind you?

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 3:19 am #

    from pain comes pleasure
    from suffering, quite often, strength
    do i need to remind you?

  24. avatar
    paul lightfoot | 21 June 2007 at 3:20 am #

    Maybe SK could do a Northern summer Blog from say… Blackpool! He’d start the day with a swim at icebergs (aka the filthy Irish Sea on the outer estuary of the River Mersey) then a bit of Qi Gong atop Blackpool Tower. Droppin in on Morecombe & Wise – still doing panto at the end of the Central Pier. Then stopping at a tacky fortune teller on the pier only to find them closed “due to unforseen circumstances” Then taking the bumpers to see the laughing clown at Pleasure Beach, grumpy bumpers who were forbidden any sticky Blackpool rock or candy floss.

    Would be interesting.. like a fish out of water..

    Paul L
    Auckland NZ

  25. avatar
    CSTCoach | 21 June 2007 at 3:30 am #

    “you gotta “break” em in 1st
    that means breaking their spirit”

    Isn’t that what happens to us all as kids, as well?

    i really saw it in japan, more than anyplace else. kids being forced to attend cram school after their regular school let out (to cram for uni entrance exams – getting into a good uni pretty much sets their future). on weekends too, plus mandatory extra-curricular activities like sports and clubs. the kids acted like little adults – falling asleep at my table (in the after school english school), drinking coffee to plug away for another couple hours… In hindsight I guess it was the only way for society to crush them into the mold that they would need to survive life as a salaryman, working 80 hour weeks without respite.

    on another note, great to see you reading the hobbit to the girls, sk. such a wonderful book. if i had to choose one thing that i was most greatful for in all my life, it would be my love of reading. its opened so many doors, so many worlds. i don’t know where i would be without it.

    ryan

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 3:41 am #

    Power=Love=Drugs…the human brain has been wired accordingly…a vicious circle with different points of entry and release…Go ahead, test your Spirit…unlock a dream or two.$AKA Nassarene, the fallen one.

  27. avatar
    HOMELESSNESS | 21 June 2007 at 3:49 am #

    Hey Esskay…
    me and me lady are in “Two Places At Once” write now, things are getting worse here in me desert wasteland, me mum has surgery on June 29th, me Grandparents are selling their house, me have to look elsewhere for shelter…
    Hollywood

  28. avatar
    jeanz | 21 June 2007 at 4:01 am #

    If you ever make it to Malta, I’ll shower you with Pastizzi tal-pizelli ok
    I’ll even greet you at the airport with a bag of pastizzi if I have to

  29. avatar
    Matt Davyddson | 21 June 2007 at 4:09 am #

    I Cant Help Myself.. when I look this way I wanna be somone else.. but not this guy..

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 4:23 am #

    not so “tough” today…feeling a bit too human…maybe jogging my memory on the subjectis a good thing .oh. dear, sorry.my spirit wants to dance…a dream is told each night…sometimes is a deep insight…a book for the sake of abook would be simpler….hyper ever ything….Rumplestiltzskin

  31. avatar
    kat | 21 June 2007 at 4:33 am #

    sk,

    you made me hungry talking about pastizzi!

    i miss summers near the ocean. cincinnati is not the same, by a long shot, though today was nice!! i remember back in winter reading about your great summers ;]

  32. avatar
    urm | 21 June 2007 at 4:49 am #

    too many doodledads!

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 4:59 am #

    We started off today like some Arcadian pastoral, in the rustic tradition of Virgil’s Eclogues or Whitman’s Leaves…
    but the scene slowly dissolved, and after a delightful interlude with the family we ended up in…
    Guantanamera Bay (!)

    SK please conjure me another idyll.

    (Arcadia: apparently the home of Pan.)

    c escherbach canada

  34. avatar
    tristan | 21 June 2007 at 5:10 am #

    Mein geliebtes Isolde,

    Wir sind viel (!) älter als Wagner, aber du machst mich fühlen jung wieder.

    Und ich…?

    Ich bin alles und nichts.
    Ich bin ein Mythus, aber ich bin real.
    Du kennst mich und du kennst mich nicht.
    und…
    ich bin einen mittelalterlicher Teutonic wunderkind kraut-rocker.

    Wann spazierengehen wir in den Schlossgarten wieder?
    Meine Liebling Blumen sind Vergissmeinnicht.

    Ich vermisse dich,
    T.

  35. avatar
    Altres | 21 June 2007 at 5:20 am #

    Ah, beautiful Findhorn on the Scottish riviera. Close to Lossiemouth, my childhood idyll.

    Brian

  36. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 21 June 2007 at 5:57 am #

    Golden business opportunity awaits thee…

    “the doodles got new drawing pads and charcoal pencils
    and theyre churning out flowers n butterflies (eve)
    and chipmunks squirrels n the inevitable rabbits (aurora)”

    Don’t you see ?
    You could make a mint outta those wee kids of yours !!

    Simply take their luvverly drawings and milli-vanilli them off as your own work on your art web site !!
    Brilliant ! You can then simply say the drawings are part of your “Regressionist” period
    (which came after your ‘blue’ period and before your ‘yellow’ phase).

    Nuthin’ like a bitta unpaid child labour, eh ?

    (b.bon – was that awful enough for ya ? ;> )

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 6:00 am #

    You’re chilled. It’s hard to believe it’s cold elsewhere, but I love cozy moments by the fire on days like you have. I’m just not ready for those yet, the spring and summer here in N. Cal. is so very perfect. I don’t want to go anywhere else right now. Ask me again after six months without a spit of rain, and I’ll be thirsty for a thunder and lightening storm.

    Funny, I had some lentil dahl yesterday. Pastizzi’s much easier on the tummy. YUM. Just keep enticing us with great foods. And I’ve gotta have a bannana smoothie with dates- oh, and some coconut.

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 6:05 am #

    why malcolm. you know anything can happen chez kilbey. i’m on the edge to see what’s next.

  39. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 6:09 am #

    Tartex and kneckebrød!!
    That`s nice. One of my favourites!!
    Oh, and yes, Findhorn is a very nice place. Stayed there once a long time ago.

  40. avatar
    eek | 21 June 2007 at 8:10 am #

    Huh. I always rather thought I’d like to come back as one of my horses. Hang out with my buddies all day. Get fed twice a day in the warm weather (with pasture available free choice) and three to four times a day in the winter (because no pasture). Always have fresh cold water in the summer and a choice of cold or warm water (fresh of course) in the winter. A shelter (free of biting flies) to hang out in for shade from the sun or protection from the wind, rain, or snow whenever I wanted it. A large paddock and several pastures (one with a small pond to take a dip in) to wander around and munch on grass. Get prompt and good medical care when needed. Get regular pedicures (ok, hoof trimming and, for the ones with poor quailty feet, shoeing).

    And all that would be required of me is to allow someone to ride me for a maximum of 15 hours a week (and usually less than half of that)? Mostly fairly casually on easy trails, generally with at least one of my buddies. And only during about 8-9 months of the year. Not in the rain or when it’s stinking hot either. If I was a horse would I think that was a sweet deal? You bet your ass I would! Even with a bit.

  41. avatar
    manfred | 21 June 2007 at 8:29 am #

    hija steve
    the summer is not so generous in germany this version
    bleak grey sky
    but the swifts fly swiftly and high
    there’s hope
    m.

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 8:32 am #

    I agree that “breaking” in a horse is wrong and there’s no need for a bit either,let alone the awful bits and spurs that cowboys use with spikes.There is a better way,a gentler way of natural and respectful development without the use of saddles and bridles.
    I grew up with horses and had one particular horse who was a real friend.We both enjoyed doing most events except for the show ones.He was so keen on some particular events he would fly through and often win without much encouragement at all.All I did was to signal the start and off he went.We bought him off a riding school as they said they didn’t want him to become ruined there as he was so special.He was no doubt broken in but otherwise treated well.I feel very strongly about ill treatment of any sentient being,and from an early age questioned why people thought we were a superior intelligent animal as I grew up with a certain arrogant attitude around me.I scratch my head even more now in our supposed enlightened times.Animals,and babies for that matter,have far more advanced development than most people realise but unfortunately can’t communicate to adults in a way they demand.If you don’t take the time to connect with an animal,how would ever be able to be in touch with their needs or feelings and give them real respect?????
    Gotta go,
    Love and sunshine,
    from another Melbournite

  43. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 8:35 am #

    my daughter says she wants to be a vet,one day…..”hoowd ya go with doing operations?”a friend o mine asked…..”yeah,okay i suppose…you get to wear a glove at least….when ya gotta put ya hand up a cow or a horses bottom”{my sister/her aunty linda,breeds horses… and as kids observe her daily routines out of the corner of their eyes,.sshes not reknowned for having a gentle approach…with ANYTHING}….after running off to play she gallopped back”my name is black jack…and i m a brumby”….when my friend asked her if she loved horses….”yes yes.imwanna come back in my next life as a horse”….”what sort o horse?”the friend asked……”a race horse!…….actually i think i wanna be a gentle horse in a lovely big paddock,on a farm”……apparently then,she went a bit pale…and quickly added”just not on lindas farm!!!!!!!”…….love genx xxxxxxx

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 8:38 am #

    Hey Steve, love the way you descibe your twins, always makes me laugh.

    Also loved today´s blog. As someone who’s been very much into native americans, since I was a kid, I really connected with your feelings towards The White Man.

    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark.

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 9:02 am #

    p.s…..thank you…….man of colours…..xxxgenx

  46. avatar
    adrakk | 21 June 2007 at 9:32 am #

    Cohen’s ‘Lover Lover Lover’ ain’t a bad tune- Bunnyman Macca also did a nice vers. on his 2nd solo album.

  47. avatar
    eek | 21 June 2007 at 9:43 am #

    Sounds as if your daughter and I would get along just fine when we come back as horses, genx. Gentle horses in paddocks — with nice owners! When I was little I used to gallop around and whinny and tell everyone I was Merrylegs. 🙂

    Melbournite at 6:32 pm — Your horse reminds me a bit of one I had when I was a teenager who loved to jump (yeah, yeah I can hear you all groaning — sure, sure I’ll bet she just loved to jump…). All I had to do was aim her and as soon as she saw them she was off. She didn’t like any interference from me either and would just blast over them full speed ahead. It would have been terrifying if it hadn’t been so much fun!

    I got her from a woman who had MS and couldn’t ride anymore. All the rest of the people in her family were afraid of the horse as she could be a handful sometimes. But we got along great and I kept her for the rest of her life.

    I also had a medium pony when I was a kid and I mostly rode bareback and with only a halter and leadropes. We’d gallop around for a while and if she got tired of me before I was ready to quit she would just dive under a low hanging tree branch and scrape me off. Didn’t take me long to get the hint!

    I tend to view training a horse by force the same way I do training a dog with force, and that is both are bound to ultimately fail. A dog forced into submission is never going to be trustworthy, and neither is a horse. If you can start fresh and teach them gently and logically, give them reason to like and trust you, and they will do anything for you. No force or spirit breaking required.

  48. avatar
    verdelay | 21 June 2007 at 9:55 am #

    The elves at the bottom of my long and Very English summer garden say “high, St. Eve…”. Looks like they’ve been smoking those olde oake leaves again.

    There’s a fox that’s grown fond of our compost heap, and the elves have befriended it and have taken to riding around on it when the moon is full. The fox doesn’t seem to mind. It’s a bit like Narnia down my way. Without the snow.

    There’s an idyll struggling to emerge from the detritus of the industrial revolution, like sudden weeds through the cracks of tired concrete. The canal oozes past dreaming of its riverine youth. The sun reaches its zenith, the daylight lingers long. The Horned God of Leicestershire emerges from his stone copse and prepares to die once again. The Old Religion lives, dies, and lives on in perpetuity.

    Semper Eadum.

    Nothing changes, it’s always the same.

    But never the same twice.

    v

  49. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 10:20 am #

    eek…..my lil one is a spectacular kid….the gifted and talented kids program ,tried to snaffle her up at the age of 5….i said emphatically NO!she has an incredible kindness and a peculiar “gift”{that runs in the family}her life is v unorthodox,but as extraordinary as she deserves….she reads books to ME…we probably talk more thanthe “average”folks do….it breaks my heart that she is blessed with empathic and intuitive gifts…..it is a gift we all have instilled in us….i wish i could look her in the eyes to/when i tell her how much i love her….but we have our own v special ways…..she looks like one of “raphaels”cherubs…tall and strong….an insane mane of chocolate hair with maturally ginger streaks…huge green eyes and strawberries n cream complexion…and hey eek….i dont have a guide dog…coz i could not stand having a dog for a servant nor denying it “play”with children…coz IM ITS MASTER…..thought i might ask MR,Kilbey to paint an eyeball on the ball of my “white cane”though????!!!!hint hint?????!!!!xxxxxxxoooooooxxxxooogenx

  50. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 11:04 am #

    lieber Tristan

    Ich weiß
    ja warst du ein Ritter der runden Tabelle
    Ich bin auch mittelalterlich
    in mehr Weisen als eine

    Ich werde für Verdelay betroffen
    du siehst
    letztes Jahr
    er ist Tristan

    du schriebst mir
    ich dachte, daß es er war
    ich war glücklich! aber es war nicht er
    aber ich bilde einen Witz mit dir

    du schreibst schöne Wörter
    ich vergesse dich nicht
    Auf Wiedersehen und Liebe
    immer tragisch,

    Isolde

  51. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 11:40 am #

    Yo Matt, he quoted directly from one of Mike Scott’s songs, so I figure he must like ‘im…after all, they’re kind of kindred songwriters!

  52. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 11:51 am #

    hey jj,
    s.appalatia baybee. i’m shirking responsibility friday myself. i’ll be biking dupont forest. tranquility indeed.

    r.mch

  53. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 12:38 pm #

    are you unfolding the prism?unwrap the prism..pass the parcel,for one…..

  54. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 12:41 pm #

    my little one believes that the bits of fluff and stuff that get stirred up when you make the bed are fairies…i see her in a shaft of morning sunlight sitting on the bed with miniscule motes dancing around her head talking to ‘the girls’…you don’t need to believe in fairies to believe in magic…i see it every time my daughter’s eyes spark with joy…i find magic in the small miracle of helping a class full of small children learn to read and write and to discover the world…magic’s everywhere if you care to look, folks…
    -The Hellbound Heart

  55. avatar
    gareth,notts | 21 June 2007 at 1:20 pm #

    steve,you’re missing nothing nothing here,the weather is almost as bad as the government!!

  56. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 21 June 2007 at 1:39 pm #

    Aww..I rode horses for 8 years..my 15 yr old girl brain wouldn’t have understood yer logic however. It’s not breaking their spirit, they still got PLENTY of that, it’s just training them to understand humans. I think horses and animals working in unison together can be beautiful. I’m not talking crops and horse racing and stuff like that of course..ugh.

  57. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 1:49 pm #

    i wanna be your dog

  58. avatar
    Tim | 21 June 2007 at 1:50 pm #

    My Dad and I “broke” horses when I was young before I came to the same conclusion as you. I feel bad for being a part of it, but was young and living with my Dad for the first time and wanted to impress him, follow in his footsteps, but soon realized it wasn’t my thing.

    I once saw a young mare who was being broke throw herself down on the ground, trying to kill herself rather than be harnessed. Its a horrible thing to witness.

    Sebastian, my 7 year old is the same way as your twins, he has to get his 3 year old sister to accompany him to the washroom or his mother or I to go with him for fear of some unknown monster will attack. Funny, he goes by himself at school.

    Its been nice warm summer weather here in Southwestern Ontario Canada. Golf, softball, swimming, smoking pot on the patio…Life is great, but long to get out of the city and into the wilderness and take in mother nature’s splendours as you so elequently describe, much better than I.

    The weather reminds me of all those days you described back in Feb when it was 15 below zero here.

    Cheers.

    tf

  59. avatar
    veleska1970 | 21 June 2007 at 1:52 pm #

    i just LOVE your doodle stories~~they are so hilarious. kids are great, aren’t they? and the bumper-on-the-horsie was a hoot. “gigga ahh”~~yep, sounds like “giddy up” to me. 🙂

    but about horses~~personally, i’ve always been afraid of them. i guess that goes back to the first time i ever rode one when i was 14, i got a wild and whoolly one and she tried to throw me off. haven’t been on one since and don’t ever plan to again.

    “cant this world reflect a little love…”
    i wish it would. :*(

    well, here’s lotza love for you and all my other fellow fiendss…

  60. avatar
    JJ | 21 June 2007 at 1:54 pm #

    r.mch –

    Enjoy the ride. Near Triple Falls/Little River? I’ve run those drops, beautiful place. Also Toxaway and Horsepasture rivers in foothills area of DuPont forest near Jocassee.

    “Don’t go looking for me, leave me….in Tranquility.” The Man can look; he won’t find me.

  61. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 21 June 2007 at 3:13 pm #

    Reading Steve’s pro-vegetarian and pro-animal rights’ rants makes me so elated it is akin to 1986 when I first heard Morrissey’s “Meat Is Murder” song. The greatest animal loving vegetarian rock stars include Steve Kilbey, Morrissey, Jeff Beck, Macca, Chrissie Hynde,Moby, Thom Yorke, Captain Sensible, Judith Durham, Boston’s Tom Scholz and Tangerine Dream’s Edgar Froese. If you like piano music Will Tuttle is superlative. But who cares what I say because “I am a was”.

  62. avatar
    Cee | 21 June 2007 at 3:41 pm #

    As my good friend D. Lloyd would say:
    “Welcome to the future you.”

  63. avatar
    manfred | 21 June 2007 at 3:45 pm #

    oh no
    it’s raining again
    m.

  64. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 3:57 pm #

    Bob Barker is a fine animal rights activist!

  65. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 4:04 pm #

    The Summer Solstice in Montana is grand where the BIG SKY stays aglow until well past 11:00 P.M.Warm days and cool nights in this alpine oasis. Who needs to sleep in the summer? Twilight is almost continuous at night.

    florian

  66. avatar
    legion | 21 June 2007 at 4:22 pm #

    AVE, MAGUS !

  67. avatar
    craig Miller | 21 June 2007 at 6:07 pm #

    I’m wondering if Steve is against humans having pets, like a dog or cat. I’m not saying it’s good or bad if he is or isn’t, I’m just curious to hear what he thinks about the subject.

  68. avatar
    Malika | 21 June 2007 at 6:12 pm #

    Dear coloured SK,

    Still so blabby & yummy !
    So glad to be back !

    Love,
    Malika from France

  69. avatar
    davem | 21 June 2007 at 6:52 pm #

    If it helps SK it’s been pissing down in blighty for the last week.
    Much of Scotland/Wales is still lovely, but the England I’ve just been wading through for the last hour or so home ain’t up to much. Noisy, busy and dirty.
    I noted G from Notts comment about the government, but if those Tories get in it’ll be worse. I hope we haven’t forgotten Thatcher. I’m ashamed of what Tony has done in Iraq but Thatcher…. God. Please. No.I couldn’t stomach Cameron in power.
    Love you more,

    davem
    xx

  70. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 June 2007 at 8:53 pm #

    lustrous dreams of the priestess cloaked in emerald velvet,laying herself down amongst the wolves and stallions

  71. avatar
    gareth,notts | 21 June 2007 at 9:10 pm #

    totally agree davem,tories would be far far worse,Thatcher fucked this country right up,there’ll be some very big parties in England the day that bitch croaks!God forbid they ever get another chance!…….oh,apparently 10 days of rain forecast! aaahh,English summers eh!

  72. avatar
    triple c | 21 June 2007 at 9:13 pm #

    I agree that a lot of what passes for horse “training” is typical human dominance, man vs. nature. But there is another way.

    For instance, the book “Horsemanship Through Life” by Mark Rashid, a horse trainer and student of Aikido, is amazing, simple and profound. How energy, not force, can be used to communicate with horses. Worth a read even if you don’t ride.

  73. avatar
    fantasticandy | 21 June 2007 at 9:18 pm #

    the stonehenge thing was a blast!
    over 200,000 people there.
    shame that many were disrespectful and left a pile of debris though.
    kids today huh?…
    luv,
    andy L.

  74. avatar
    verdelay | 21 June 2007 at 9:49 pm #

    My England remains rose-tinted. This rain is beautiful! The trees love it! The insects love it! This land is fecund, verdant, blessed! The sun set a little while ago here in Ratae, and what a brilliant spectacle this long day has been!

    v

    ps Isolt, my dear one, I always knew we were meant to be, wasailing through the apple orchards on a moonless night in June…

  75. avatar
    knot | 21 June 2007 at 10:29 pm #

    the horse issue…
    Steve
    there are many ways to teach
    you teach your kids to swim or ride a bike
    maybe they are scared or confused at first, then come to love it
    most people do not “break” hores anymore
    just as generally in schools children are not caned
    i was raised with horses
    they loved us kids
    tolerated us piling on their backs and trotted around grinning.
    we rode bareback, with just a halter
    no bridle or reins
    sunburnt with apples in our pockets

    sure, there are jackasses out there that don’t know how to work with animals
    but plenty of good people that do
    train rescue dogs
    shear sheep
    feed stray cats
    all these animals have been our heart’s companions since humans started walking upright

  76. avatar
    boggy | 21 June 2007 at 11:19 pm #

    verdelay

    are you a man or a woman? It’s all getting pretty steamy in the comments lately

  77. avatar
    PAGEY | 22 June 2007 at 12:04 am #

    stevey

    oh live a life of love

    cheers
    pagey
    http://www.violettown.net

  78. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 12:34 am #

    boggy…dont worry too much….its just a bit of dropped D tuning for the equinox…….capo 3 thanks driver!…..xxxgenx

  79. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 1:01 am #

    I heard that PETA want to promote eating whale meat!

  80. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 1:06 am #

    Back in the day, when I was nearly adolescent and all ‘city slicker’ like, my most vivid memory of horses was when we wanted to ‘ride ’em’. What did I and my snibbling siblings know? We were so excited to get up there and their backs- wow, they were so beautiful. I eyed the Palamino, my brother tried to whisper the quarterhorse. We ran up on them, scared them across the canyon, chased them all afternoon. What a fine mess. When we did finally get up there, we all got scraped to a pulp when we rode through the pine trees. I pretty much stuck to city slickin’ thereafter. ‘Twas a fine memory that still kicks my ass.

    Bet ya can’t get through ‘Hallelujah’ on stage without welling up! :-! I know I’d sob if I heard you sing it.

    Amused

  81. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 22 June 2007 at 1:14 am #

    Dear Brits:

    David Cameron is a charismatic fraud. He bikes to work and he combats global warming. He also stalks, maims and lethally hunts innocent animals for pleasure.

  82. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 1:30 am #

    OK SK.

    I need a good one today. I need you to produce one of your finest blogs ever (what is the process called? – ‘birthing’ a blog; ‘unleashing’ a blog; ‘conjuring’ a blog…I dunno…whatever you call it.)

    I’m at work in the type of place that fills your nightmares and I have so much to do….deadlines coming out my whahoo. The deadline. The very word is designed to deflate and demoralise. How is one to become enthused about working towards that?

    No one else has come into work today so I am on my own. Probably better as I am in a black mood (oh, you couldn’t tell?) The blue sky through my office window taunts me as I am not to spend any time beneath it today..only the cold, hard light of the flourescent tubes above my workstation.

    So come on SK, give me something to momentarily transport me from this place…..

    B.Bon

  83. avatar
    zebob | 22 June 2007 at 1:38 am #

    SK: What event(s) contributed to your conversion to veganism, in 1972 was it?
    -z

  84. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 2:31 am #

    jj,
    yeah, and big rock and burnt mtn. yes, indeed. blessed be.

    r.mch

  85. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 2:40 am #

    cloud
    white, light and free
    who can stop your steps?
    wind is your friend
    who can break your spirit?
    freedom is your heart
    when you pass by my window someday
    don’t forget take a look
    once there was a little girl
    who was painting you with watercolor

  86. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 3:37 am #

    Annon a mouse at 11:01
    are you that ignorant or just challenged in some capacity?

  87. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 3:38 am #

    ANTISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS……………………………………SSSSSSSipation

  88. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 3:41 am #

    uh huh..

  89. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 3:43 am #

    Sorry..guess i’m the ignorant one..caus i don’t get it..

  90. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 3:50 am #

    you’re being set up tim. don’t take the bait.

  91. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 3:52 am #

    set up for what?

  92. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 3:58 am #

    for an argument on animal cruelty. fools post inflammatory crap like that and then wait to see who they can get worked up about it.

    do ya really think PETA promotes consumption of whale meat?

  93. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 4:02 am #

    Luv Meat Luv meat Luv meat Luv meat Luv meat, love McDonalds, Love Hungry Jacks, Love KFC, Love Taco Bell, Love Bacon, Love Tripe & onions, Love offal and onions.

    Do whatever you want, not whatever someone tells you, this blog is anyone’s to comment on. That’s democracy. I like bait too

    Anon

  94. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 4:03 am #

    opps…who took the bait now..

  95. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 4:05 am #

    I don’t think anyone CARES what you eat, annon but why are meateaters so concerned with/threatened by those who don’t?

  96. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 4:06 am #

    free…spirits…..a minute,or an eternity….emveloped , warm,deep,wrought arms..as you wish…..soon ,,,,.!

  97. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 4:06 am #

    Ozzy Osbourne bit live rats heads off on stage. so what better than laying rat poison. Some of the tossers on here. Get a fucking life.

  98. avatar
    Meaty Lurver | 22 June 2007 at 4:27 am #

    It’s not a case of being threatened Timothy, it’s case of being told you’re a loser if you eat mince & cheese pies. I knew a strictly vegan who got run over by a bus. He may as well have enjoyed a KFC quarter pack. So long as it isnt KFC in Mudgee, where you will wait at least 6 minutes for your KFC burger.

  99. avatar
    Tim | 22 June 2007 at 4:46 am #

    Geez…being called a loser for what you eat?

    OOHHHH my word.

    Welcome to my world..I’m called alot worse for what I don’t eat…Everyday, I’m centred out for something I don’t do…
    its inescapable. So give me a break, how often do you get called a loser, except for on this blog?

    Why discriminate? You are afraid really…and ignorant and unsure
    you know no better. And for that I feel for you.

    Not sure that your urge to lash out is one that should go untreated…whoever you might be…seek help.

  100. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 June 2007 at 5:10 am #

    Hey Tim,
    If you don’t mind my asking, where on earth are you?


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