posted on April 8, 2006 at 11:42 pm

dear ….
how are you today
me, im fine
its a sunny morning here in bondi
seagulls, azure sky, white fluffy clouds
backpackers, tourists, old men playing dominoes
young girls texting on their poisonous mobile phones
shiny cars disgorge bright passengers
half lives
skin deep
frail old lady meets my gaze
in another time n place
she was a stunner
somehow i convey this to her
she sends me an image
a warm night, a garden
two lovers have detached from the main party
in the light of the lanterns
in the light of love itself
they stand among the shadows
at the edge of the water
the moon reappears
in its rays we see the womans face
breathtakingly beautiful
the solemn planes and angles
her perfect nose almost leonine
her closed eyes
translucent thru the lids

that was me she says
i break off contact
in a another second
i might have seen
that the man was me

bondi markets hauls itself together
an uneasy truce at the waterhole
hippies selling plants n incense n “eastern” stuff
the chinese massage guys
doin a hard sell on ya
then givin ya a good olde pull n push around
fer yer moneys werf
theres people selling hammocks
theres a great lookin asian dude
he gotta be my age
his hair all teased up in some kinda keith richard 1973
he sells military shirts n stuff
with patches stuck on
i got 2 shirts off him
my 8 ball shirt on ultc
n my super service as worn on all white tour
he buys these real cheap shirts
bungs on a lil patch (iron on type deals)
he charges like 65 bux
what does it matter
its the idea ya pay for
he had that fucking idea
and ya happy to pay
cos hes taken all the guess work out of it for ya

in the interior part of the market
people are seeing how THEIR idea is goin
some are cleanin up
others sit forlornly
their macrame pot boilers
and their impressionistic photos
unloved by the hoi polloi
i hate it when ya stop in front of a stall
maybe cos the crowd has almost come to halt
in the narrow spaces
and ya stop and they tell ya the price
of every trinket or second hand book end
on the stall
i was once the sorta junior partner
in a little clothing/market venture once
we werent doin so great
until one day my partner had the idea
of buyin all these scraps of material
that noone really wanted
all different colours
we got loads cheap
then i silk screened stuff onto the bitsnpieces
each one was an original bit
then she sewed all the bits n pieces
each individually silkscreened with
all kindsa stuff
rockstars faces
little slogans like
mandrax made me do it
or
let me take you to the empty place
etc
(insert own early sk ism here)
then she sewed that into this big sloppy kinda
sweater/jumper/pullover/turnover/pushover
these things, my sweet fiendss
sold like hotcakes
and soon we would getting 1000s a week from em
till the bubble burst a few months later
(by then everybody in sydney musta had one
each one was totally unique
i’d be walkin along in paddington
and id see all these snooty modelly types
walkin along with my fuckin logo across their chests
i even screened pictures of myself, a spider
and the words the church
this was in 78/79
so you can see i was doin some forward thinkin
mind manipulation marketing tekkneeks
even back then….)
people
i have rambled away my allotted time
i have other flocks to attend
and i aint even had brekky yet
just 3 gumballs and a bottle
of fiji water
yessaday i had an excellent nepalese veg
at paddoteen market (as evie calls it)
the scene of my brief fashion bonanza back in 1979
full circle now
sitting in the pleasant autumnal sunshine
with b. bouncer bouncing on mah knee
selling tat at the markets was never really my kinda thing
(mind you, there was loads of pot n stuff back there
in those days
so i m sorry to say i spent mosta the time
stoned behind a rack of clothes
freezing my ass off
and plotting how one day
in the far distant future
there would be a world wide web of computers
and that i would write my kinda memoirs
on a machine
instantly effortlessly
transmitted all round the world
in an instaneous flash
really
i was!
sk

23 Responses to “bliss comes first as a jangling flood”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 12:44 am #

    hi steve,when are ya coming back to welwyn garden city ?

  2. avatar
    Brad J | 9 April 2006 at 12:48 am #

    Mornin’ SK. Love the storytelling!

    Oh, and since I never got around to mentioning it, the Manchester Lane gig was great, and I spent an absolute fortune at the merch desk.

    I’m totally enjoying catching up on your back catalogue, since I came “late to the party”.

  3. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 9 April 2006 at 12:50 am #

    I silkscreened Church tees last year in college. If you want something done ya gotta do it yerself! Nice lil’ story there..

  4. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 9 April 2006 at 1:06 am #

    full circle
    n
    prescient
    love this party

  5. avatar
    mike a | 9 April 2006 at 1:15 am #

    Interesting story about the logos!! Amazing what the future has in store for us!!!

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 1:27 am #

    Chemical Nuptials and ringing of bells….

    Preordered my ULTC…

    Great bloggy SK…

    Brian Turner
    Atlanta, Ga

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 1:49 am #

    how bout coming round to my place for some scrambled tofu and sourdough toast?

  8. avatar
    Daberhasher | 9 April 2006 at 2:04 am #

    the parts of the whole…
    many fine stories in today’s tale… DIY, there’s a txt msg that means something…
    happy sunday you sweet old man…

    aloha,
    ee

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 2:05 am #

    Unbelievable. Thanks for the memories and best wishes as always for ek. I love you Steven. Thanks for all of the happiness you have supplied to my life.

  10. avatar
    sue cee | 9 April 2006 at 3:34 am #

    nice one sk – just saw your luvly Australian Night song up for a listen at Myspace http://www.myspace.com/karmichit

  11. avatar
    Dig | 9 April 2006 at 4:31 am #

    I really loved the Freaky Conclusion cover. As soon as I bought the album when it came out, the first thing I thought was, that would make an incredible T-shirt screen print. I kinda visualised it as been on a white T, the print taking up the whole space no logo no writing, coming packaged stretched out on a frame like a canvas, so I could have the option of hanging it on my wall or wearing it.
    Anyway I’m sure you have already thought of screen printing some of your art on T’s, I’d buy one if you did, but thats just me, probably an expensive process huh?
    I think it’d be great to wear one and someone comment like, “thats a great T” and I would say “yes its a Steve Kilbey”ha
    Thank you for the great story, good read as usual.
    Love
    Dig

  12. avatar
    captainmission | 9 April 2006 at 5:50 am #

    what a lovely description, it was perfect. i know becuase i was at bondi markets this morning strolling around looking at all the clothes, books and jewels and a beautiful lady who made t- shirts with einstiens head on them, must confess, i wasn’t intrested in the t- shirts, call me shallow but hey, the perculiar thing is i got this strange idea that entered me mind, and i wondered if you was around.
    big surf hey?

  13. avatar
    kurtez | 9 April 2006 at 5:53 am #

    T:shirts, bought the GAF snake shirt at the bouncin’ ballroom, apparently the only one to do so. Pls keep posting, the more you do so, the more it all makes sense.

  14. avatar
    si-kli | 9 April 2006 at 6:12 am #

    Ya cosmic wanderer. Funny when you exchange looks with strangers and silently ‘connect’ and don’t speak and then think about em later. Must be some freaky french/euro saying. Balmain markets used to be good ~ 1987, the one at the church on the corner of darling st. Used to be a russian with all these cool metal badges and those people with groovy clothes, same as glebe mkts, they used to be pretty interesting. Good for trend-spotting.

  15. avatar
    sue cee | 9 April 2006 at 7:17 am #

    Oooh oooh…made me remember this, from The Prophet. Have been reading it again after a lovely old man told me it was where ‘uninvited like the clouds’ came from, but I couldnt find that anywhere, then maybe he said it might have but its a great read nevertheless and I love these lines.

    “Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net;
    For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us.”
    And if there come the singers and the dancers and the flute players, – buy of their gifts also.
    For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.”

    Lots of great thoughts in those chapters.”

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 8:08 am #

    Dear Steve,

    Thanks for asking…I’m okay today. Just finished dinner with that ole lady friend of yours. She WAS gorgeous as a young one – I wish I had known her then. She is 76 now. I celebrated her 75th birthday with her ole friends dancing to ACDC in a Toorak pub (one of the best parties I’ve been to). She is my inspiration and my worst role-model….smokes heavy duty cigarettes, drinks scotch, reads everything, does the cryptic puzzles and can walk a 10km round pushing prams with me without skipping a breath! I love her and I love to hear her talk, in a deep husky voice, of the many lovers (mostly married) she has had. She reminds me why I will always be 24 at every birthday.

    Hope you had a good weekend.

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 9:25 am #

    I bought an Unearthed T-shirt from Red Eye during my W.A high school summer holidays. Melbournians would stop me in the street to ask where I got it from. Through the T-shirt, I was introduced to a group of the most wonderful people I have ever had the privilege of meeting. I was approached by a lovely guy who just had to speak to the girl in the Unearthed T-shirt. Suddenly a whole world opened up. Soul Mates. Like yourself, the t-shirt’s aged well. Slightly grey and kinda wholey.

    Leesaa

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2006 at 11:13 am #

    a perfect read for a sunday evening. life is good. thanks sk.

  19. avatar
    bdc | 9 April 2006 at 2:06 pm #

    hello, sk, i’m back, but you didn’t miss me, did you?

    what were the waves like at your pool today?

  20. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 9 April 2006 at 10:13 pm #

    I still have my starfish badge…
    Just pre-ordered ULTC, for some reason I can’t picture MWP packing up all the cd’s and standing in the queu at the post, maybe another glass of champagne will do it.

  21. avatar
    Ross | 9 April 2006 at 10:19 pm #

    Agree totally with Anon 9.13pm

    Loved the story with the old lady. Your story telling never fails to transport me. I’m getting confused as to whether I love more your singing or your writing!

    Thanks again for a wonderful tale.

    ~ross

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 April 2006 at 12:29 am #

    That was beautiful… I hope some whippersnapper writes something similar or even thinks something similar of me one day.

    Paige

  23. avatar
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