posted on February 13, 2007 at 7:32 pm

gotta cold
sometimes i run aground
ive been feeling a little unloved
i wonder if all those people have left the blogge?
nope its gone up in the ratings
i mean i’d be really happy if the unrepetent carnivores had gone
and i’d acquired a loada vegs
but to tell you the truth
i dont really know exactly what i was trying to do
i just couldnt believe that they could be so blase
so “get on with something else, then!”
in the face of great tragedy
people say these animals have no voices
but yessaday mwp sent me article from bbc
about an african parrot living in london
with a 950 word vocabulary
who strings articulate phrases n answers together!
imagine if the beasties
are much cleverer than we imagined
(not that cleverness should be a yardstick for slaughterability!)
and its just their misfortune to not have the right vocal chords mouth n teeth
as humans
to speak our lingo…
to be able to say
please dont kill me…
for some strange reason this parrot
has learned english and demonstrates that animals can “think”
now those piggies gotta be as intelligent as the parrot or what…
and thats another thing that pisses me off
birds in fucking cages
how very obscene n typical human thoughtlessness
the girls downstairs have a parrot
and i see him in his cage looking out at the tree in the garden
thats full of the same kinda birds as him
only they are eating berries n squawking n flying hither n thither
poor old “maxie” is sitting in his cell doing solitary for life
so the girlie can occaisionally look at his pretty feathers
maxie, if you were a sparrow youd be free, olde son….
and heres another thing
yessaday im working on my portrait commission
and ya know what
its looking good
then suddenly
doof doof doof doof doof doof
coming up thru flawboards like a pounding headache
like a throbbing toothache
drowning out n negating the music i was listening to softly
i turn up my music
but it dont drown out the sub bass stab of that doof doof doof
oh no
anything….but this
in my own painting room…
oh no it isnt fair
suddenly i fucken snap
ive smoked a big strong joint
and im not feeling up to argy bargy
but this is too much
and after all the restraint
i show day n night to tread as quietly as possible
on these wafer thin boards
(ooh thats quite poetic!)
and to restrain doodles n la bumper from going crazy
leaping hopping n jumping around
and keep the tv down etc etc
especially in the morning when they sleep in…
any way i go charging outta the door
my head full of phrases like ..uh…
i dunno…stern authoratarian things..
and i knock knock knock at door
yes comes a little voice
yes its me i say
(which is incorrect english…
i should have said” it is i”)
one of the girls appears
then the other
then the brother
now although ive looked at these guys plenty
this is the first time ive seen em
and immediately my suspicions are confirmed
3 extremely polite well brought up kids
eager n anxious to please me
thats pretty fuckin’ loud sub bass you got there mate
its coming up the floor n using my room as a reverberation chamber
the kids are falling over emselves to ameliorate the situation
theyre very friendly n happy people
theyre not the sharpest knives in the drawer…but neither am i..
we talk a little about late nights n loud music
we talk about the doodles runnin around n bumper crying
gee i like these kids
i dont like their music
i loathe their barby-qs
i dont appreciate their late hours n noisy entry
but they themselves have confounded me again
expecting an angry confrontation
i discover some naive young kids in their 1st ever apt.
eager to “do the right thing”
look i say
when its too loud i’ll stamp on the floor
but youll know its not ,like, an angry “how dare you!” stamp
its just me going knock knock down there ..thats a little loud..
then i cant resist it
nk told me shes heard the utmw doof doof playing down there
hey i say
ya know that utmw doof doof
yeah they say
craig obey vs the church says the boy
well guess what im the church!
no way!
they look at me harder consider my speaking voice..
i sing a little to help em along…
they break into very aussie
oh wow
i dont believe it….
did you play on that song?
i fucking wrote it baby!
i leave the kids happy n excited
that theyre livin under a big olde celeb -ritty
their 1st apt in the bigsmoke
and theyre livin under whatsisname
from that group somebody sampled for a doof doof
as i walk up the steps thinkin
well thats that
i hear to my dismay that doof doofs going again
fractionally quieter
fractionally less bass
so theyre clever little bastards
got me likin’ em now
but doof still going
anyway after all that
los doodles stupidos had some frends over for a “playover”
and they went fucking nuts
totally nuts
running round
screaming the bumper is a vampire
screaming at the top of their lungs
and stamping stomping and stampeding
like a herd of bewilderbeasts on jumping beans
they commandeer the karaoke machine
yelling n distorting the mikes
i keep jumping up n threatening em
im gonna ring these kids parents n tell em to come n get em
i blather at em
but the chaos remains unabated
scarlet gets so worked up
shes runnin round yelling at the top of her lungs
my godd shes got a piercing voice
sorta like cilla black if you can remember her
eves getting all hot n sweaty running about
and aurora is quite gung ho about defying me
she seems to have taken control of todays gathering
and shes calling the shots and totally, brazenly
ignoring my pleas for a little reduction in the mayhem
eventually i come running in anger out of my room
due to a caterwauling and an insistent stomp stomp stomp
(the people downstairs surely musta fled in horror by now!)
aurora has the mike n shes “entertaing” the other kids
by bawling into the mike accompanied by a heel going
into the fllor boards …hard!
the bumper so geed up from the bigger kids by now
is running round in circles
like a baby hippo
and shes bawling along with aurora
nk is sitting there on sofa
shrugging with her hands iin the air
the kids see me come up behind aurora
whos doing just what i been begging her to stop doing
i kick her in the arse
not too hard of course
but its a kick
the rest of the kids break into applause
aurora turns round with her famous “why i oughtta …” frown
the bumper pauses to say dad dad dad
and im back at my painting for half a second
before it starts up again
did fuckin da vinci work under these conditions
i ask you
with a
for you

the mirror smashes
one hundred fragments
of me and you
1 the this n that
2 overcast silver
3 golden blaze
4 pointillistic leaves
5 still life in motion
6 early days yet
7 caravan down coast
8 in the car
9 during the trip
10 something you saw
11 turn off long ago
12 further afield
13 the flowers in the shadow
14 river bed
15 rockpools surface ripples lucidly
16 afternoons all swallowed
17 afternoon becomes morning again
18 morning becomes another afternoon
19 days fly by, moments pass like eons
20 dont stop there
21 middle way to heaven
22 remember yourself too
23 buckled knees and trembling hands
24 more where that came from
25 yes but can we drink it?
26 over a quarter the way there
27 seems like yessaday
28 reminds me of..
29 somepeople you wish you could forget!
30 go
31 stop
32 are these really the fragments or just numbers?
33 jesus age
34 the little thorns on the gooseberries
35 tangled roots that seem to come up outta the earth
36 the conch the mace the disc n the lotus
37 watch it!
38 foam
39 the restless wind
40 the downy mildew
41 the rabbit like children
42 multiples
43 rare quality at the price
44 unit in unanderra
45 the blackberry fields long gone
46 days from another time
47 churning the sea
48 turning the tide
49 deciding…
50 made it
51 secretly
52 no going back now
53 all the way home
54 my backs hurting
55 anxiety
56 sonic anathema
57 more later
58 lonely planet
59 sordid isnt it?
60 tell me this isnt too late
61 unreadable
62 closer n closer
63 straight is not “straight”
64 for all the folks at home
65 for grace
66 for amelioration
67 blast
68 running out of steam now
69 lust…of course
70 wisdom is just around the corner
71 relax its just static electricity
72 deep in the shallows
73 but no minnow
74 turn of the light
75 putting up with putdowns
76 that weird feeling in my stomach
77 stumped!
78 speed wobble
79 black cat crossed my path
80 significant…but why
81 it begins
82 kuala lumpur ambassador hotel
83 will not be missed
84 magicians mysterious sleeves
85 still alive
86 large door (say it in french!)
87 jet a door (ditto)
88 mango n womango
89 are you still there?
90 change the ribbon
91 water meters and the fire escapes
92 blackwater
93 things get murky from here on in
94 the kraken awakes
95 the great god pan is dead
96 a room with a fan
97 the engine boils
98 sturm und drang
99 a split second and…

59 Responses to “being unsure”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2007 at 9:32 pm #

    I remember Cilla Black.

    Where does the expression ‘sturm and drang’ come from and what does it mean?


  2. avatar
    nickfiction | 13 February 2007 at 9:45 pm #

    those kids really are living under the milky way…..

  3. avatar
    syrinx | 13 February 2007 at 9:46 pm #

    Todays blog – Lovely In Three Parts!


  4. avatar
    syrinx | 13 February 2007 at 9:55 pm #

    Pretty funny that “Is This Where You Live” is playing on a jukebox right now. What are the odds?

  5. avatar
    Sunshine | 13 February 2007 at 9:56 pm #

    if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t been able to stomach anything that’s ever walked since Friday night. You’ve inspired me to get on with my blog as well. Thanks for that.

    I’ve had similar (well, I mean, I’m no KillbeyRockstarDude) experiences with young neighbors and inconsiderate noise pollution. I can’t get ’em all “ooh ahh” with my rockstar coolness, but communication is definitely the key. Now if I could just keep ’em blocking the shared drive! Ha! I’m not even that much older than them, and it really makes me feel like Cranky McOldenstein.

    Thanks for the verse as well. 🙂 quite generous.

    LOL@nickfiction! True!


  6. avatar
    veleska1970 | 13 February 2007 at 10:04 pm #

    yes, indeed!! animals are smarter than us. it’s obvious~~they aren’t doing everything they can to destroy their home planet like we are.

    on the subject of vegetarianism~~i have to tell you, steve, i’ve been inspired~~i tried it out a few years ago, but diverged **blush**; however, the last few days has got me thinking. considering that my health is not the greatest, and of all the benefits i keep hearing and reading about going veg, i’m going to make the change.

    funny story about the neighbors. so now they know who lives over them. 🙂

    even funnier one about the kids running wild. so much energy!! i watch my daughter gyrate and i wear out. i used to be very active, but…..i don’t know. maybe i burned it all up in my younger days.

    thanks for the poem. lovely….just lovely. 🙂

  7. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 13 February 2007 at 10:05 pm #

    Ha, good blog. It’s tough to live in an apartment when you’re an adult & have kids, or when you’re trying to work on any kind of art (painting, drawing, recording songs, writing). Distractions & irritations can destroy the mood quick! I found it impossible and hope to never live in one again if possible.

    Everytime I’d want to record a quiet acoustic guitar peice, the neighbors would crank the stereo up & ruin the recording. Same with vocals. It wouldn’t matter if I could just afford a studio!


  8. avatar
    restaurant mark | 13 February 2007 at 10:11 pm #

    great blog today…do ya think the kids downstairs will play the utmw doof doof just because they think you’ll want to hear your song? if so, i would just give them a copy of starfish so at least they might play the doofless version.
    saturday is my daughter’s (naomi) 4th birthday so it’ll be my turn to run around saying stop it every 5 minutes…might be doing a little ass kicking myself! but not hard, of course. love kicks. the kids don’t have a karaoke machine thank god…but they do have a little casio like keyboard that comes with a microphone…it only has one setting, distortion. should be fun, right?
    take care steve.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2007 at 10:16 pm #


    You got what you asked for – PEACE … yup, peace.

    And I see you even got yer piece of ‘Ye Stern Eristics’. Maybe they’ll give you the recipe for the Cashew Crave.


  10. avatar
    captainmission | 13 February 2007 at 10:17 pm #

    93’s my fave
    what a funny story, remarkable, those young uns would be quite in awe i’m sure.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2007 at 10:36 pm #

    Everything that surrounds you right now in your life, including the things you’re complaining about, you’ve attracted. Now I know at first blush that’s going to be something you hate to hear. You’re going to immdieately say, “I didn’t attract the car accident. I didn’t attract this particular client ho gives me a hard time. I didn’t particularly attract the debt.” And I’m here to be a little bit in your face and to say, yes you did attract it. This is one of the hardest concepts to get, but once you’ve accepted it, it’s life transforming” – Dr. Joe Vitale

    Nothing can come into your experience unless you summon it through persistent thoughts.

    Rhonda Byrne, as Australian filmmaker whose story begins the movie, says its principles are tucked in the words of the greatest thinkers, writers and leaders throughout time — Plato, Albert Einstein and Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., among them.

    It’s the law of attraction. The power of positive thinking.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 February 2007 at 10:41 pm #

    a cold?????????????????
    Oh,Thank god its a long time until the church are playing in cobenhagen and the lucky bloke and his wife will for the first time see the greatest band ever live.
    But we have to travel all the way from Bodoe in northern norway
    We have got our plane tickets,so now we have to find a nice litle hotel.
    This a great day,i also got the new church cd in the mail today.The world has wide open roads.

    take care


  13. avatar
    Tim | 13 February 2007 at 10:46 pm #


    The intrusive nature of sound…as annoying as it can be sometimes…is what put you where you are today Steve.

    Sound is echoic…
    Sight is iconic..

    I read where it takes the average person reading something eight times to have the same impact as hearing something once. The most amazing of senses.

    Speaking of intelligent beings do read: A whale for the killing” Farley Mowat…its well known that whales are intelligent, but I did not realise just how so, until ..


    P.S. invest in some ear plugs…

  14. avatar
    the dean | 13 February 2007 at 10:54 pm #

    It’s like the pounding rythme of hades driving the hapless slaves on.

    Can anyone just rip you song and stuff it into a doofle bag?

    Do you have any say in it?

    Say if the Nazis or the meat board wanted to use utmw as their theme, could you stop them?

  15. avatar
    the dean | 13 February 2007 at 10:54 pm #

    It’s like the pounding rythme of hades driving the hapless slaves on.

    Can anyone just rip you song and stuff it into a doofle bag?

    Do you have any say in it?

    Say if the Nazis or the meat board wanted to use utmw as their theme, could you stop them?

  16. avatar
    indigoruby | 13 February 2007 at 10:54 pm #

    Hey Steve,
    As restaurant Mark said, good idea to give the kids downstairs a copy of Starfish. In fact, give them a copy of all your albums and be so nice and friendly about it and let them know what a favour you are doing them and keep reminding them. Then they’ll feel like you’ll be upset if they don’t play them (and they know you’ll be able to tell!)so you will be killing them with kindness ie. inspiring guilt, and you might even hear your own music blaring from downstairs, which would be a lot better than the doof.
    Their youth and naivety means they are probably not aware of how much their music carries. You could take them upstairs and get them to listen next time. And if you make some of your own noise – like your kids did – then they’ll have to become more aware of how theirs affects you.

    Young kids can get so worked up when they are playing! Started a very fun hour-long water fight with some I know well the other day by putting ice cubes down the eight-year-old’s dress. At one point I had to say to her: “I know your dad threw water at you and he was on your side before, but you threw it at him first, and if you cry a lot then they’ll stop the game.”


    P.s. Love the syncopation on Song in the Afternoon, but one of my ipod earphones has started buzzing, dammit!

    Thanks for the vegetarian suggestions, guys. I know that green leafy vegetables are a good source of iron, but don’t you have to eat a ridiculous amount to get the same level of iron as you would from meat??

  17. avatar
    stealthblue | 13 February 2007 at 11:07 pm #

    You ROCK!! and now those kiddos downstairs know it. You handle everything well, my friend.

    I believe you are right about our animal friends actually being so very underestimated in their intelligence and perceptions of the world around them. I know sometimes our cats are so “in-tune” with things that my wife and I cannot physically see (or hear for that matter). They are just so in touch spiritually and emotionally, and there is nothing more gratifying than when I’m feeling down and my old miniature tiger comes up and lays right on my legs and looks up at me with his caring little face and just seems to say, “It’ll all be alright, dad.” That rascal has been with me through some of the very toughest times in my life.
    I guess I just love all animals. I don’t know how someone couldn’t… but apparently they are out there.

    Anyway, thanks for making me laugh today. We are having another bloody blizzard and I’m actually trying to avoid letting this creepy cold get a hold of me. Except I get to go out and shovel about a foot of snow (not including drift)tonight after it stops! YEEEHAW!! I hope you feel better soon and those crazy goilz of yours don’t drive you too mad!

    Alright, know you are loved and respected…
    Ben V.

  18. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 13 February 2007 at 11:09 pm #

    What is it with kids and the urge to scream AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE??

    I love that story!

  19. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 13 February 2007 at 11:14 pm #

    “(not that cleverness should be a yardstick for slaughterability!)”

    And the best way to “slaughter” heartless cleverness is with the kind-ness cle(a)ver…

    “In this world, there is nothing softer or thinner than water. But to compel the hard and unyielding, it has no equal. That the weak overcomes the strong, that the hard gives way to the gentle — this everyone knows. Yet no one asks accordingly.” – Lao Tzu

  20. avatar
    JJ | 13 February 2007 at 11:19 pm #

    We have a pet rabbit, he has the run of the house and he’s litter-trained. A few covers on eletrical cords needed, but he’s a character, much smarter than I ever realized. When I come he comes to greet me. We do not plan to have him for dinner.

    Funny story about the downstairs neighbors. I’ve come loaded for a confrontation before, and got disarmed by the other party – a nice outcome.

    Enjoyed the blogge, druide. Living in a faraway land for another week, but got my iPod with Church & Spacerock to keep me sane. I need to figure out how to get this company to send me to Europe in April…..

  21. avatar
    Celticat | 13 February 2007 at 11:31 pm #

    Top of the morning to ya Sir Stephan O’Killerbee!!

    Gotta love a toddlers peircing scream – they always seem to strike that place in your head that releases the temper safety switch instantly. Haven’t heard it for a coupla years but still remember it like it was yesterday.

    Have been listening to the new one on the car stereo – love Grind (love all of them in fact).

    Hope you and yours have a good ‘un.


  22. avatar
    freddy mercurial | 13 February 2007 at 11:40 pm #


    You might already know this, however while reading an article today on Mick Taylor, it mentioned that he too was born in Welwyn Garden City.

    Walk light, and don’t hit those kids downstairs with any big sticks.

    Freddy Merc

    p.s. you wrote UTMW?

  23. avatar
    Jesiah | 13 February 2007 at 11:40 pm #

    I remember my first apartment and the doof doof wars between the downstairs neighbors.
    Love the poem.

  24. avatar
    CSTCoach | 13 February 2007 at 11:52 pm #

    still here druid. where else is there to go.

    i agree about the animals having intelligence. i know it sounds trite, and everyone says this – my cat is ridiculously clever. But its more than that. There’s something going on in there behind those eyes. Sure, she’s prey to instinct at times, and acts in those predictable ways, but so are/do we…

    sorry to hear bout the noise, but funny all the same about those kids. Seriously, though, we gotta do something and get you outta that place. you deserve a villa by the sea.

    was nice to hear from los dood-lays yesterday. happy that everyone is happy and healthy.



  25. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 14 February 2007 at 12:04 am #

    life is me bitch, then me cry…

  26. avatar
    fantasticandy | 14 February 2007 at 12:04 am #

    b.bon, there’s a fair bit of’sturm and drang’ in the dudes music.
    and a fair old bit of ‘skronk’ too!
    try some bowie with fripp and eno or/and carlos alomar,they did loads.
    problem is,i really don’t know how to actually explain in words exactly what it is.
    poor nevits,
    your charming/disarming nature sometimes seems to work against you a little bit doesn’t it?
    your gaff seems like pandemonium,
    how vexatious! how wonderful.
    loadza luv,
    andy L.

    p.s. THOR-ARNE: enjoy your trip i can assure you it will be worth it!
    and thanks for your kind words about ‘the waiting game’. cheers!

  27. avatar
    Tim | 14 February 2007 at 12:33 am #


    Was veg for 5 years…fell off the wagon..

    SK helped me back on..

    3 days now..

    Already the amount of ridicule I have recieved…in 3 fucking days…pathetic…
    I just come back with….”While I don’t think I’m better than you, but I’ve obviously evolved to a new level of humanity”

    Stops them in their tracks everytime..

    Especially good for the idiot who say…”don’t you know what these two front teeth are for?”

    WERE for…

    Anyway, figure I won’t get many invites to BBQ’s this summer..

    Veg is a tough row to hoe…can be a lonely path especially for an entertainer or public person who naturally seeks approval…(speaking of myself not sk)


  28. avatar
    tristan | 14 February 2007 at 12:47 am #

    A Trumpet Fan Fare to introduce this one please…


    Dear SK,

    Again, thanks for sharing and equally so for the laughs I found in me while reading this entry. you have such a (insert compliment here) way with words – always have and always will. your blogge has enlightened me to the humour wihtin this word smithing…
    keep searching and sharing great poet.

    Blue skies…

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 12:51 am #

    I’m not Dead [5.44]

    Yeah … yeah … yeah … yeah
    There’s all these cracks
    Crack of sunlight
    Crack in the mirror, on your lips
    It’s the moment of a sunset Friday
    When our conversations twist
    It’s the fifth day of ice on a new tattoo
    But the ice should be on our heads
    We only spun the wheel to catch ourselves
    So we weren’t left for death

    And I was never looking for approval from anyone but you
    And though this journey is over I’ll go back if you ask me to

    I’m not dead just floating
    Right between the ink of your tattoo
    In the belly of the beast we turned into
    I’m not scared just changing
    Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
    You’re my crack of sunlight

    You can do the math a thousand ways but you can’t erase the facts
    That others come and others go but you always come back
    I’m a winter flower underground always thirsty for summer rain
    And just like the change of seasons
    I know you’ll be back again

    I’m not dead just floating
    Underneath the ink of my tattoo
    I’ve tried to hide my scars from you
    I’m not scared just changing
    Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
    You’re my crack of sunlight … oh …

    I’m not dead just yet
    I’m not dead I’m just floating
    doesn’t matter where I’m going
    I’ll find you
    I’m not scared at all
    Underneath the cuts and bruises
    Finally gained what no one loses
    I’ll find you
    I will find you

    I’m not dead just floating
    Right between the ink of your tattoo
    In the belly of the beast we turned into
    I’m not scared just changing
    Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
    You’re my crack of sunlight
    You can do the math a thousand ways but you can’t erase the facts
    That others come and others go but you always come back
    I’m a winter flower underground always thirsty for summer rain
    And just like the change of seasons
    I know you’ll be back again

    I’m not dead just floating
    Underneath the ink of my tattoo
    I’ve tried to hide my scars from you
    I’m not scared just changing
    Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
    You’re my crack of sunlight … oh …

    I’m not dead just yet
    I’m not dead I’m just floating
    doesn’t matter where I’m going
    I’ll find you
    I’m not scared at all
    Underneath the cuts and bruises
    Finally gained what no one loses
    I’ll find you
    I will find you

    I’m not dead just floating
    I’m not scared just changing
    You’re my crack of sunlight, yeah

    Not a big Pink fan but I like this one – it’s bound to be a karaoke hit. If you don’t carry yoke with your daughters you might want to come down and bang it into your chest with me. You see … once upon a time, I was a gym junky. Now I instruct (part time) – the coin in the pie, baby! I was going to say two birds with one stone but that would only harden your heart and I mean to settle all of your flutterings. Come down … I’ll give you a free pass. I want to help you breathe and I promise I won’t hurt you – no one is ever injured in my classes.


  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 1:20 am #

    indigoruby, with all that advice from experienced vegetarians and you’re still holding onto the lies of the meat industry. Let go of the myths.

  31. avatar
    Melquiades | 14 February 2007 at 2:16 am #

    They were more like
    watercolor washes
    and the landscape
    swished and swooned
    around you like……

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 2:32 am #

    happy Valentine’s Day, sweethearts.

  33. avatar
    eek | 14 February 2007 at 2:32 am #

    Would the person who left a comment yesterday (2nd comment yesterday) about a gallery and SK’s art please resend the email? I dug through all my emails for the past couple of months and can’t find anything so your first email may have gotten caught by my spamblocker.

    Thanks. Holly

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 2:40 am #

    You are brilliant!! Thats the funniest one you’ve written for ages. Why don’t you move in with Dutch just around the corner in Bronte? He’s got a three head inbred as a flatmate he needs to throw from his balcony five floors up. Sea views, him playing Pure Chance on his gat (worse than the doof doof doof) and a fridge bursting with groceries..

    P L

    Auckland NZ

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 3:00 am #

    “Step inside Love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 3:03 am #

    dear sk
    i’ve missed you
    life has kept me
    from reading
    your bloggie for
    almost 3 months
    so i have some
    catching up
    to do …
    but i’m still
    your fiend and friend
    hope you
    missed me
    happy valentine’s

    boulder, colorado

  37. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 14 February 2007 at 3:17 am #

    “yessaday im working on my portrait commission
    and ya know what
    its looking good
    then suddenly
    doof doof doof doof doof doof
    coming up thru flawboards like a pounding headache
    like a throbbing toothache
    drowning out n negating the music i was listening to softly
    i turn up my music
    but it dont drown out the sub bass stab of that doof doof doof
    oh no
    anything….but this
    in my own painting room…”

    sometimes when play becomes work
    distractions abound

    some of my best writing
    was composed in an internet cafe
    where i was surrounded by kids playing war-games
    machine gunning each other
    & yelling in victory with each killing hit

    but i was so engrossed in what i was writing
    i was able to block it all out

    other times – when my heart’s not really in what i’m doing
    the sound of a dripping tap
    can make it impossible for me to concentrate on anything

    so I do something else…like go for a walk

    as if on cue
    (in this learning school of life)
    …some mean lookin’ heavily tattooed macho dude
    has just logged on to the internet cafe computer
    directly opposite me
    and has pumped up the volume
    of some hideous death metal music
    that accompanies his war game

    there’s only me and him in the cafe…
    and there’s dozens of computers he could have chosen
    …but he chose the one nearest me!

    what should i do?

    ask him if he’d turn it down?

    “fucken snap”?

    move to another computer?

    nah….i’m just going to sit here and
    observe myself
    …being calm, typing this…,
    click on “publish comment”
    then go for a
    kind walk,
    grateful that this guy’ll
    never live
    in a flat
    near mine
    …i hope

  38. avatar
    Celticat | 14 February 2007 at 3:48 am #

    Welcome back Di from Colorado!

    Best regards

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    Richard | 14 February 2007 at 3:50 am #

    when and if you get to 0408 can you tell me what it means

    (I did ask in last year’s Q & A but don’t think I got a response)

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    dudefromuranus | 14 February 2007 at 3:50 am #

    anon at 12:20: it seemed like a straight forward and honest question. one i imagine many in that situation would ask. try and demonstrate your evolved level of consciousness by being nicer.

    fact: most vegetarian diets contain naturally as much iron as meat diets do.

    you’ll see this a lot on vegetarian advocacy sites.

    myth: therefore vegetarians don’t need to do anything extra

    unfortunately you’ll also this a lot on vegetarian advocacy sites.

    the bottom line is this, the iron in vegetables is not as readily absorbed as the that in meat, so vegtarians should eat things rich in vitamin C at the same time, as this enhances the absorbability of the iron.

    hope this helps.

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    Belfrank | 14 February 2007 at 4:40 am #

    Aah Killa olde sport – you’ll have to be careful what you say bout the nayburrs on the blog now – they’re sure to google you and get addicted to your postings.

    Hafta agree tho – nothing more infuriating than having to be subjected to shite non-music like that in your own home. Never mind the fumes.

    Yours apologetic carnivoriously
    Belfrank of Belmont

    PS – I ate no meat today as a conscious decision and will keep it up tomorrow.

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    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 4:45 am #

    just completed veg champagne dinner. excellent. thanks, yes, twas good.
    yum. thanks.

    richard mchealthy

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    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 5:05 am #


    Sinned – meat yessaday night – wife cooked mince for tacco’s spewing after about 4 days of none,

    Back on track today though — none so far –intake has dropped at least —


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    indigoruby | 14 February 2007 at 6:39 am #

    Information much appreciated, and non-patronising attitude even more so!

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 7:42 am #

    Hey Killer

    Loking forward to the new cd. Good to hear you are going back to Europe looks to be another good year.

    Steve in Florida

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    metal_petal | 14 February 2007 at 7:54 am #

    A ha hah – that made my day.

    Next thing you know you’ll be making regular appearances in Sydney Confidential, with your downstairs neighbours dialling in your every move.

    Then they’ll google you and find your blog.

    Cilla Black is on Parky just about every second week. I ‘ve never understood her charms. And I wish she’d get her teeth fixed.

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    craig1.618 | 14 February 2007 at 8:00 am #

    i’m partial to number 9 “during the trip”……in fact the number 9 could be something else that, perhaps, some folks are quite unaware of………hmmmmm…….do i share it and risk the possibility of scorn or do i mind my own damn beeswax…..hmmmm….. i’ll share a tidbit of it i suppose

    “The number nine never changes and is linear. For example all multiples of 9 equal 9.”
    9 x 1=9
    9 x 2=18…1+8=9
    9 x 3=27…2+7=9
    9 x 4=36…3+6=9 and so on

    now i’m not sharing this to get ya to go anywhere online or whatever but if anyone out here wants to go down the rabbit hole a little further then ya might go and check out what this cat Marco Rodin is saying at

    he says the number 9 is the “higher dimensional flux emanation called Spirit” and that it occurs “within the center of the magnetic field” …..that our 10-place decimal system (among other things) is the “MATHEMATICAL FINGER PRINT OF GOD”

    he also states that “Spirit is the inertia aether that Einstein postulated.”

    pretty groovy stuff…..wouldn’t you agree? at least i would think so with all the magnetic strip unified fielders out here

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    davem | 14 February 2007 at 8:32 am #

    I admit to liking “Step Inside Love” and “Anyone Who Had A Heart”….Space rock it ain’t baybee.
    Mind you off to Liverpool tomorrow to show my kids the fab 4 sights!
    Fantastic blog today SK, can we set up a “Free Maxie” campaign?
    If I move under you and make a real racket will you come and sing to me? I could save a fortune on tickets and CD’s………………………………..
    Love you more,

    Dave M
    Ps hope you’re over the old cold soon.

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    namaste | 14 February 2007 at 9:34 am #

    no blase-ness intended, truly. only trying to dis-spell other’s nastyness…but it ain’t mine to control. forgive this newcomer and know you are loved and understood (on this issue, at least).

    lovin da blog.

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    kat | 14 February 2007 at 9:38 am #

    very nice reading. happy v day!

  51. avatar
    lily | 14 February 2007 at 10:33 am #

    Happy Valentine’s Day, SK!

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    verdelay | 14 February 2007 at 11:59 am #

    Using your powers for good instead of eeevil.

    Artemis and Apollo in a loungeroom in Tennessee. A meal has been shared. Their hosts collect glasses and prepare the brandy and hashish.

    Artemis to Apollo:
    Shall we tell them?

    Hush, Art! They’ll hear us!
    But they’ve been so good to us…it wouldn’t hurt…

    Quiet! We can’t let them know who we really are.
    Whyever not, dear brother?

    Because, dear Art, the snowflake souls we live amongst cannot hope to fathom our furnace hearts…


  53. avatar
    Wagner's puppy | 14 February 2007 at 12:47 pm #

    ‘sturm und drang’ = storm and stress

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    Fireseed | 14 February 2007 at 1:00 pm #

    ten years a vegan now and still going strong…vegan food rocks once you get used to it

    you can do do it, believe me!

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    balonymous | 14 February 2007 at 1:30 pm #

    “eight, eight. I forget what eight was for.”

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    Letango | 14 February 2007 at 2:56 pm #

    oh, oh, oh, that little scenario of kids running around crazy ‘n’ wild and you stomping and the kids downstairs a’freakin (potentially), has me in stitches!!!!!

    I always wondered how Gauguin could just up and leave his family, “How selfish,” I thought at 16. But now, as a parent and artist trying to make my living, I know exactly what prompted his leaving. Not that I would or that you would- no,no, –it’s simply, well, I understand his conflict, I experience being pulled between familial duty and art, between the screaming baby and work etc.

    Guess it’s days like that that caused louise bourgeois to head to the roof of her NYC apartment to paint. She had three kids I believe. I’ve always wondered how other artists with little ones pulled it off. Suppose that’s also why many of the surrealist women, didn’t reproduce.

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    Anonymous | 14 February 2007 at 4:21 pm #

    STEVE…ok , I’m one of those who has come back after a few days off..My criticisms are not about the meat slaughter…I am with you on that…but i cant stop eating it just yet…but i agree with you nonetheless..its like giving up lust or something…Its a HUNGER..???? Anyhow, I still love and respect you a great deal…I have been singing your words and holding the image of your voice in my head for a very long time now. You are right- you do offer something maybe no one else has=- a sense of knowing and intelligent compassion. I realize you are different in some of the ways i imagined..the myth does take over a bit…Anyhow and way, sorry if i have said anything along the way thats out of character…I am probably the worlds’s most critical human being- I don’t how i got that way..but i do know it is from some form of knowledge and love, and being spurned and fucking put-off by all the stupid bullshit humans manufacture…it would take lots of explaining..One Day…….So~~~~~~~~~~ please stay true, Im with ya–DEE in Tx~$*

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    MEM | 14 February 2007 at 5:24 pm #


    “eating animals will be as appealing as cannibalism in the future”

    you once said something to this affect, and it has never left my mind. if you think about that statement,
    its implications are huge – only matched by the scale of ones willingness and acceptance of such change in reality.

    i’m spending a lot of time thinking and writing about future possibilities, potentiality – what package the next steps of evolution may come in.

    as best i can tell, the next steps of mankind hinge on this willingness, something compossed from a deep ethical awairness and revitalization.

    you know that, i know that, so must the rest of the world,

    so how do we get there?


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    eek | 14 February 2007 at 9:00 pm #

    Hey these neighbours are turning out to be as much fun (for us anyway — sorry they’re driving you nuts) as Kelly and her hapless partner!

    And your tale of your wild children had me crying I was laughing so hard. I could just see (and hear) the mayhem. The look on your face must have been priceless!

    Sorry about your cold — hope you feel better soon. Congrats on more dates for the play. That’s wonderful.

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