posted on September 9, 2006 at 10:48 pm

sunday
bells ring
morningstar
windyday
pavements still wet
fronds of palms blown down
silence in suburbia
no creature stirs
birds still
violent clouds loom and threaten
8 52 is ushered in on a cushion of moments
celestial geometries drone
sticky tape loses its adhesion
pictures and memos droop
feet feel miles away
my tinnitus jams with the oophoi
festible of the winds is on says aurora
the festible of the winds i repeat
she nods yeah
baby meanwhile has turned into child
my green tea and m honey gets cold
i woke up this morning with this blog title in my head
“he who hesitates is lois”
i thought i could write something about supermen
and then i thought
seeing simon and garfucknuckle get mentioned here a bit
of a blog called
minnie, baby and sunday drivers
but that too, failed to materialise
palm trees moving delicate fingers against palest blue sky
a tender damaged blue sky
tentative and scared of the storm
my computer rests on top of my pastel box
im drowning in books n cds n bits of art junk
its an awful mess
it isnt bohemian or groovy
its just an awful mess
im cold
my extremities are freezing
another title i thought of was
bonnie prince charlatan
im certainly a title generator
need a title?
im your man
a title in itself im not entitled to
but otherwise
9 06 has been reached
pinch myself im still alive
we should be on by now
my world telescopes inward
come with me
im shrinking down inside myself
im falling down the rabbit hole
memories on the walls enframed
lazily reach for one as we glide past
its canberra 1964
we have just moved there
we are having venetian blinds fitted
the man fitting the blinds is welsh
he has a soft lilting tone
when he hears that we are new to canberra
he gives my mother some tips on taking the back streets
driving me to the swimming pool
“youll need to go up archibald
until you hit dryandra and then all the
way down until you come to froggart street…”
the way he said the names of the streets
and his sing song tone drives me into a trance
i want him to go on speaking forever
im starting to slide somewhere else
if you can see me there
its almost christmas
ive moved into this red brick house
in a city i never even been to before
we’re right on the edge of the bush
its hot
its dry
i dont know a soul
theres some kids in this street
but i dont really like the look of em that much
theres a park behind our house full of dry long yellow grass
theres a hawthorn tree in the back yard, which is very big
but full of rocks n stones n weeds n dirt
theres ants nests everywhere
my mum at this stage could only have been 36-37
shes standing there in her red mu mu skirt and her hair do
my brother a quiet blond mop of hair
wants to go to the pool too i suppose
the welsh man runs through the directions again
and me and mum follow his finger on the map
” you see
you need to take archibald up to dryandra…”
i wonder how this mans voice produced this effect
was he a magician
if hes still alive now
he would be very very old
i can still see him and hear him
later on that very hot day
mum kindly took me and my little brother to the pool
it was quite an adventure
dryandra street was long and windy
across the road was bush
the unknown
eventually we follow the instructions to canberras pool
my brother and mother go to baby pool
i feel lonely and exposed
another skinny freckly kid with no friends
at a crowded swimming pool in canberra australia
a voice in me says
hey youre not even australian
you should be in some groovy english glade
a real fish out of water
i couldnt even dive properly
i see a girl diving in and out like an otter
and it makes me feel even more sad
shes really pretty too
and has loads of friends
i swim over in their direction
but i feel unwelcome wherever i am
i climb up into the diving tower
but im too chicken to jump off the high one
in fact in all my time in canberra
i’ll never pluck up the courage to jump off that one
later on on the lawn
mr tambourine man comes on the radio
a lotta people lying round with the radio playing
theres only one station 2CA so no problem
mr tambourine man
oh the lyrics
oh the guitars
oh the strangely detached singer singing it
the voice who was complaining about australia
says
now heres something for you steven
something going on here that you could unravel
im sitting here in 1964 december
my mums got these amazing sun glasses on
russells splashing round in the baby pool like a pro
im sitting there getting sunburnt again
i feel fine by the beatles comes on
the first use of feedback they say
it sounded huge coming out of some crackly pa system
i was chewing on a peppermint and chocolate toffee
called a bobby
and eating licorice cigarettes

im so glad shes my little girl
shes so glad shes telling all the world

wow
it sounded like proust in 1964
leave me
sitting there on that crowded lawn
soon to pile into the austin A40
chug home
though it didnt feel like home yet
i was still thinking about tambourine man
and i feel fine
something there for you
the voice was saying
i was beginning to formulate my strategy
i was beginning to take notice
they were speaking a language
i could understand
and maybe
even better
i could be understood
myself

60 Responses to “bluff”

  1. avatar
    shawn_el | 9 September 2006 at 11:57 pm #

    Love it!

  2. avatar
    bucks burnett | 10 September 2006 at 12:06 am #

    I don’t believe in Commentism
    I don’t believe in Reptile
    I don’t believe in Arista
    I don’t believe in hasbeen
    I don’t belive in Tiny Tim
    I don’t believe in Mr. Ed
    I don’t believe in late 80’s Dylan
    I don’t believe in 14
    I don’t belive in KILBEY…

    …I just believe in me
    Yoko and me, that’s reality

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 12:30 am #

    i love it when childhood memories rush back to you. through smell, taste, color of sunset. what have you. tis beautiful

    richard

  4. avatar
    leelinau | 10 September 2006 at 12:32 am #

    spilled memories….

    ty4sharing

  5. avatar
    nickfiction | 10 September 2006 at 12:47 am #

    just beautiful and descriptive….. reminds me a little of the piece included in ” starfish ” ( instead of including the lyrics) To this day that remains one of my favourite works of literature…..

  6. avatar
    malenkybit | 10 September 2006 at 1:09 am #

    I remember hearing The Church the first time. I remember who gave the band to me (I’m still grateful). Realizing UTMW and saying, “Damn I had loved that song when I was a teen — just never knew the band behind it.” Hearing the Dorian Gray reference in “You’re Still Beautiful”… rewinding, listening again, rewinding, amazed… who wrote this??? This is not like other songwriters… and that feeling coming again and again with other songs, songs hitting me in waves… splash splash. Anyway, I finally got paid Wednesday, have been broke for weeks, and I spent a nice amount on Robby Dicko, some Catherine Wheel stuff too… “met” him in Cleveland in August. Loved him… the lyrics as well. Waiting for Steve to show up, feeling the vibe @ the Beachland, and then Dicko comes on… his little one-man-show not at all little – had goosebumps race down my legs and on my friggin knees – a first! That was an unforgettable evening (and not even one of your favorites on the tour, which says so much, blows my mind.) You and the boys, and Robby D.

  7. avatar
    damien | 10 September 2006 at 1:19 am #

    A great blog today, Steve. These ones, where you write about childhood impressions, are my favourites. The way you evoke the Australian summer with so few words and the attention to detail is amazing.

    When will you put out the official autobiography? I can imagine what a work of poetic beauty it would be.

  8. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 10 September 2006 at 1:43 am #

    You are a master of the language Steve.

  9. avatar
    captainmission | 10 September 2006 at 2:01 am #

    rememberence of things passed/past.
    i had always heard tamborine man played by the jingle jangley birds, until i saw the recent documentry about dylan, ‘no direction home’ then i heard him sing that song and it took upon me a new meaning, its a brilliant piece of film, capturing dylan till the moment he straps on that guitar and says to his band, right in front of a hostile english audience booing and jeering,’turn it up loud.’ For me that was the moment rock and roll started to mean something more than just a nice tune.
    It’s lovely cruising down the memory highway with ya, i can almost hear the welshmans voice, almost picture you’re family at the pool, almost with ya.

    Its certainly a blustery day perfect for flying kites and watching the majestic ocean doing it’s thing. Have a good one.

  10. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 10 September 2006 at 2:24 am #

    >>another skinny freckly kid with no friends
    at a crowded swimming pool in canberra australia< < Awwwwww…that made me sad. I walk by kids at school eating lunch alone and it’s all I can do not to sit down with them!! I love reading about your childhood memories Steven. Now look….so many people want to know you!! Who knew that skinny freckly kid would grow up and become such a popular guy, right? How old were you when you moved to Australia? I’m just wondering if you were old enough to have clear memories of England. This was so sweet. Thanks for sharing.
    love,
    denise
    xxoo

  11. avatar
    veleska1970 | 10 September 2006 at 3:18 am #

    it’s so tough being the (pardon the cliche’) new kid on the block. been there myself many times. the isolation is horrible~~yearning and wishing so badly to fit in, but feeling unwelcome, just as you described. and you described it EXACTLY.

    your reference to the music playing makes me wonder if it was at about this time that you heard your calling to music?

    i love reading about your childhood memories, both happy and sad. thanks so much for sharing them with us.

    lotza love…..

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 3:19 am #

    very smooth!

  13. avatar
    Cameras 4 Eyes | 10 September 2006 at 3:42 am #

    I love [i.e. truly enjoy] seeing you like this.

    Hated [i.e. feared] my one experience with Community Pool in Ohio.

  14. avatar
    lee | 10 September 2006 at 3:47 am #

    Go back down there and take that dive.You don’t want to get to 70 and wish you’d done it :).

  15. avatar
    JJ | 10 September 2006 at 4:20 am #

    I love Dylan’s spare acoustic original, in 2/4 time I think. Byrd’s 4/4 version too, though it leaves out some of the best verses (to fit format AM radio I suppose). Lennon’s gems too – the same language was being heard half a world away here at that time.

    Thanks for taking me back for a bit.

    JJ

  16. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 10 September 2006 at 4:47 am #

    good for the dreaming

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 4:51 am #

    i wish there’d been a cute freckly skinny boy around to ask me out…

  18. avatar
    Centuryhouse | 10 September 2006 at 4:58 am #

    Thanks for posting your early Canberra rememberances. It’s interesting to see that bit of the past…

    dw

  19. avatar
    sue cee | 10 September 2006 at 5:02 am #

    Can really relate to dulcet tones, that man’s voice mesmerising you, its something i envy in others… like yourself. Not just a singing voice, but a voice that lulls, I always feel betrayed by mine… I didnt grow out of the ‘new kid in town’ feeling as an adult!

    Never took the plunge off the high diving board either… Pity I wasnt around sk, I could’ve helped…I woulda pushed you off it first ๐Ÿ™‚

  20. avatar
    DJK082067 | 10 September 2006 at 6:02 am #

    SK,

    I HAVE A MAN WHO LIVES 2 DOORS AWAY FROM ME AND I HAVE KNOWN HIM SINCE I HAVE BEEN LIVING IN MY HOUSE FOR NEARLY 38 YRS. HIS APPEARENCE HAS CHANGED SOME..(ALWAYS LOVED HIS NUMEROUS HATS). YET HE IS THE SAME MAN. WANDERS AROUND ARE THE NEIGHBORHOOD,ALWAYS FRIENDLY TO ALL HE MEETS. AND LIKE CLOCKWORK PASSES OUT HIS HOMEGROWN TOMATOES (LIKE PRESENTS)ALWAYS IN MID-SEPT TO HIS NEARBY NEIGHBORS. I CAN TRULY ENVISION THAT THIS MAN WOULD LIVE FOREVER(WE KNOW SCIENCE WONT ALLOW THAT) AND IN YOU TAP TAP TAP BLOG TODAY U MENTIONED “HERO”. OH SO MANY YEARS AGO I WROTE THIS DITTY AND EVEN GOT IT PUBLISHED…SITTING SOMEWHERE IN THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS (U.S) SO IT MADE ME THINK OF IT AND SHARE IT W/ ALL OF U. IT MAY BE GOOD OR BAD(OPINIONS)…BUT ITS MINE AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME.

    SO…

    “HERO”
    NO CLOAK OR DAGGER
    COSTUME,DISGUISE.
    A REALITY CHECK IN ORDER.
    VILLAINS ALL…THROUGH MANY EYES. CANNOT FLY OR MOVE SO FAST.
    SOLID PRAYERS OF FAITH WE LACK.
    NO MIGHTY SWORD OR SHIELD TO HOLD.
    NOT SCARED OF STICK,YET,MAYBE STONES.IN THIS WORLD COMPASSION CRIES.HOPES AND DREAMS CAN QUICKLY SUBSIDE. VENTURE FORTH,TO EMBRACE AS BLIND MEN CREATE,FOR OTHERS TO DESTROY.
    HEROS SOUGHT.
    DREAMERS NEED NOT APPLY NOT APPLY.

    EVERYONE ENJOY EACH AND EVERY DAY,
    DJK082067

  21. avatar
    craig | 10 September 2006 at 6:07 am #

    thought perhaps someone might appreciate this…..

    last friday around 7 in the evening….grey sky….69 or so degrees with a nice breeze…man’s best friend and i are outside on the deck…..i’m listening to ipod…..”day 5″ starts up…..as the song begins to rise i see this errant balloon floating through the sky just over the trees……except i notice it’s not floating like a typical balloon…..it’s moving in a straight line and it’s this charcoal black color…..now it’s REALLY got my attention at this point (but left side of brain is starting to rationalize…..aah it’s justa this…aah it’s justa that).
    so as i continue to watch it, i notice it’s not a balloon at all, but some sort of small disc shaped object….perhaps only 4 feet from one side to the other……wow! this is really cool, i’m thinking…..and just as it gets sorta overhead at a slight angle, i notice it’s not only this dark discy thing but it’s also rotating in a forward motion upon itself…..at this point i start to think i’m hallucinating or something…..but as far as i know i hadn’t ingested anything…..so as i watch it start to disappear outta sight over the treetops, i notice one last thing………it’s got this almost completely transparent “field” directly around it and yet another “field” about 2 feet outside of that…….i have seen things in the sky before……the “moving lights” and one instance of the typical silver craft……but nothing as odd as this…..the whole thing lasted about 45 seconds……i haven’t seen it since…..

    so there ya go………i’ll never forget what i saw and how cool it was that “day 5” happen to be playing……outta of about 1700 songs and on shuffle

  22. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 10 September 2006 at 6:08 am #

    …sitting here, enjoying this…

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 6:08 am #

    and so it was
    the child of the earth
    wakes to the new day in the new streets
    the exciting air of unfamiliarity
    the undying need for the womb
    its neverending i tell em
    this need
    never leaves and it stays
    and its says you never really been away
    sparrows fly overhead
    turtle pulls into his shell
    can this be heaven or could it be hell
    oh well…

    jaime r

  24. avatar
    freddy mercurial | 10 September 2006 at 6:49 am #

    Steven,

    That was a great post. Incredibly vivid.

    I always enjoy reading about your memoriesยฉ.

    Keep them coming.

    freddy
    myrrh
    cure
    ye
    all

  25. avatar
    jeanz | 10 September 2006 at 7:08 am #

    Same here , I love it when you dwell on yer past. I’ve got the memories but I can’t write it like you do.
    I felt like I was one of the kids at the pool checking you out.

    jean

  26. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 10 September 2006 at 7:54 am #

    I bet you were a cutie little kid! Everyone always thinks about childhood as so wonderful, and it is, but man, there were a lot of feelings you couldn’t quite understand. Emotions are weird. There you have it, the genius quote of my day. I am not such a wordsmith as you!

  27. avatar
    kat | 10 September 2006 at 8:21 am #

    nice last five lines ๐Ÿ˜‰

  28. avatar
    syrinx | 10 September 2006 at 8:50 am #

    *
    *
    *

    @___@

    *__*

  29. avatar
    syrinx | 10 September 2006 at 8:55 am #

    X ____ X

  30. avatar
    leelinau | 10 September 2006 at 9:53 am #

    Hell yea NickFiction…I agree with you!

    Until 1995 all I knew of the church was what I read from the tapes and CD’s I bought. I reread that piece countless times.
    I thought I was the only one *hehe

    Adina ๐Ÿ˜€

  31. avatar
    syrinx | 10 September 2006 at 11:38 am #

    Daydreaming freckled boy on lawn eating peppermint chocolate toffee….

    That’s a piece of anime fangirl bish’ art right there. (!) You have just permeated a new genre.

    Nice image.

  32. avatar
    lee | 10 September 2006 at 12:15 pm #

    Bobby Flynn ripped it in again – shivers and brought a tear to my eye.Brilliantlad.

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 12:25 pm #

    always enjoy the stuff about being a kid in oz. my mum and dad moved from the uk to oz in the early 70’s and i grew up there. sometimes something about the way you describe your memories resonates hugely and fills me with unbearable nostaligia for my own childhood. you are describing the decade before i was there mostly (you being much more ancient than myself) and i’m not sure if its the fact that you write about an oz childhood ( and a bit about the undercurrent of growing up in a country where you are an immigrant – as a pom ) , or the fact that you write about childhood in general that does it, but its lovely work.

    pip

  34. avatar
    Renee | 10 September 2006 at 2:04 pm #

    Nearly brought me to tears sk

    i believe it was those experiences as children
    that make us the people that we are today,
    the isolation,
    the introspection,
    the observation
    the sensitivity

    what would we have been like if we had been popular,
    with lots of friends, and feeling great about ourselves all the time
    would we be the compassionate people we are today?

    my adolescence was thus far the most difficult time of my life, but you know what?
    I don’t wish anything had been different

    beautiful post today ๐Ÿ™‚

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 2:18 pm #

    Thanks for that Mr. Kilbey on a grey Michigan day. Time waits for no one. I wonder if the skies were bluer in the seventies or have I learned to filter with age? Billy M

  36. avatar
    lizardlizard81 | 10 September 2006 at 2:42 pm #

    I felt like I was there.

    I love the way you write.

    Thanks,
    Liz

  37. avatar
    davem | 10 September 2006 at 2:47 pm #

    Hi.
    That was great SK.
    We used to have a Austin A40 van.
    Love you more,

    Dave M

  38. avatar
    restaurant mark | 10 September 2006 at 3:06 pm #

    you have a gift of taking people on a journey through words…just beautiful. i can picture the bush, the color of the water in the pool, your mom’s sun glasses, little kid steve, and the crackly radio. makes me wander through my childhood memories…something about swimming pools, i remember feeling uncomfortable, unpopular, and just plain weird there too. take care steve.

  39. avatar
    matthew | 10 September 2006 at 3:08 pm #

    nice poetry sk. I grew up on dryandra for half my childhood, and had a 4 year rental stint on froggatt until about 7 years ago. just so you know…

  40. avatar
    mandn | 10 September 2006 at 3:09 pm #

    a young Orpheus finds his voice on a lonely summer day in Australia
    and perhaps Aurora has found hers…

    xo
    Mary

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 3:10 pm #

    Evocative and entrancing. Your book of memories would be a bestseller. Whenever you need a blog entry, you can go to this well.

    MCD

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 4:06 pm #

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  43. avatar
    robert madore | 10 September 2006 at 4:22 pm #

    …the sunburnt landlord glares…

  44. avatar
    matthew | 10 September 2006 at 5:10 pm #

    thinking again… tambourine man… i feel fine… too fast for you – there’s a progression. Having arrived as an externally conceived kid born of aussie parents (dad with a post-doctoral fellowship at Oxford Uni) – i feel a certain resonation there. A language, a resonation… cool.

  45. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 10 September 2006 at 6:25 pm #

    me have a question for you esskay, when did you first see your star mother and father???
    mjnjr

  46. avatar
    stealthblue | 10 September 2006 at 9:10 pm #

    I love those flashbacks. I remember what it was like being the “new kid” a few times. I know this may sound corny, but I could just picture everything you talked about so vividly in a very cinematic way. You know how in a movie, whenever there was a flashbacks to say…between the 40s and 70s, there was this kind of reddish-orangish hue to the picure? (not sure what that effect is called) I can just visualise you trying to fit in somehow, that whole fish out of water situation. Well, thanks again for sharing the memories, Steve. Hope you warm-up a bit. All the best to you and the fam.
    Ben V.

  47. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 10:02 pm #

    through smell, taste, color of sunset. what have you. tis beautiful

    +

    just beautiful and descriptive….. reminds me a little of the piece included in ” starfish ” ( instead of including the lyrics) To this day that remains one of my favourite works of literature…..

    +

    The way you evoke the Australian summer with so few words and the attention to detail is amazing.

    +

    You are a master of the language Steve.

    +

    Evocative and entrancing. Your book of memories would be a bestseller.

    =

    Public Libraries: 300BC โ€“

    Snap out of it.

  48. avatar
    verdelay | 10 September 2006 at 10:19 pm #

    some days
    are full of moments you can pick out
    and scoff
    like a box of chocolates
    and in the scoffing
    those rich, creamy moments evoke
    all the moments
    you’ve scoffed before
    that tasted
    a bit the same
    right?

  49. avatar
    stick to the facts jack | 10 September 2006 at 10:34 pm #

    Mr. Tambourine man came out middle of 1965 – just so you know. I hear Canberra was ahead of the times…

  50. avatar
    Anonymous | 10 September 2006 at 11:06 pm #

    Having grown up in Canberry town,I love readin yer blogs about yer own experiences.Sometimes I think that I will go back to face my fear and jump off the 2nd and perhaps 3rd tower.I can only ever recall mustering up enough courage to jump off the 1st level springboard.
    Looking forward to October,will it be acoustic or electric?
    Love KT

  51. avatar
    mattdavison | 10 September 2006 at 11:30 pm #

    Dude I was pulled from my boarding school bed at 6am on a below freezing Nelson NZ day…..on my birthday* (age 13) and dragged 500 meters to the school swiming pool and thrown in naked (ice on surface)../by bullie High snr management….and yeh! i was breathing soul scraper air…ma man.
    just reminded me………………..
    Matto

    Everybody SHHHH..the King Nevet’s B-Day Wed.. Aus and NZ Thurs US, UK etc…lets do something here.

  52. avatar
    sue cee | 11 September 2006 at 12:53 am #

    Oooh Matt, thats an icy remembrance! I would’ve drowned pretty quickly as Im allergic to cold by touch – a rare condition which makes me nervous flying over water!

    For SK’s birthday … a sleep-in? i hope its a beautiful warm sunny day tomorrow!

  53. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2006 at 12:59 am #

    Thanks Killer,

    a great way to start the day

    Celticat

  54. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2006 at 1:41 am #

    Good Morning SK,

    Been catching up on 3 wks blogger news. D & I had hol in WA. Heard the Church have played in Margaret River, beautiful area and the wines aren’t bad either.

    Thanks for all the US touring news.
    Hope the dvd is being made of some of those concerts. Will make a great Chrissie present.

    We managed to get seats for the Enmore Theatre show, can’t wait, it’ll be a night to remember.
    While travelling around WA on long bus trips ULTC got a good workout,
    now time to get back into Jack Frost.

    Don’t worry about the blogger rating in all your fiends minds you were already at No 1 (still know you can get there, that would be a great thank you pressie from all of us for your hard work, Nevets for No 1).

    Love Therese

  55. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 11 September 2006 at 3:56 am #

    “bobby flynn is just my cuppa tea
    weirdly handsome, great hair
    and you can see in his eyes this cat is gone man gone
    hes a natural
    hes the kinda freak they SHOULD be discovering
    the wild eyed boys from free cloud
    the mercurial gifted strange cats
    bobby i dig ya man
    i reckon ya could do pretty well without the show anyway
    a zillion times better than the syrupy “boy” tripe
    watch this guy
    hes cool”

    …..and he just keeps on getting better!

    Check out his amazing version of a Steve Prestwich song….Bobby Flynn – When The War Is Over

    Methinks Bobby may have a thang for Steves!

  56. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2006 at 8:11 am #

    memories in past tense
    brilliant details, a joy to follow
    kisses for those freckles

    xxx

  57. avatar
    Larry | 11 September 2006 at 1:29 pm #

    Thanks. That felt a lot like my experience as an outsider in England, ages 6-15, but without the sunny weather.

    I too was captivated by ‘I Feel Fine’, both the intro (it would be a long time before I knew what feedback was and that it was the source of that mesmerizing ‘bzzzzzOWNG’) and the loopy outro.

  58. avatar
    CSTCoach | 11 September 2006 at 2:16 pm #

    I love these reminiscences, the imagery, the details. as someone said above, reminds one of the liner notes of starfish (a really nice piece). it seems we have a great deal in common. i spend a lot of time in those places too. so many stories and images, and so sad to think that one day they will all be gone, all be gone…

    ryan

  59. avatar
    Melquiades | 11 September 2006 at 4:40 pm #

    nice imagery. I’m can hear the glissando insects chirping in the gardens.

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