posted on May 1, 2012 at 7:02 pm

at the entrance of the mountain kings hall

oh the siren calls low at this latitude sir

jumble bundle common and care

i lost in this photo outside of eden

hurry worry wriggle and writhe

i just a poor wanderer alone in me head ma’am

gnashing thrashing bang em n woe

(english peasant song circa 2012)

i just a old minstrel fall down on me luck there

i rippy van winkle i sleeping for ever

in those languid dreams which glide through my skies

oh i am nijinsky who moves like a black cat

no gravity has any pull over him

he moves with the grace of a swan through the air

or  salmon flashing berserk through alpine stream

purgatory saturated and enhanced

in the afternoon of a faun-ification

see me suspended over the stage because i really can fly

see us burst from the cinema  a fruity comet

i feel like robbing a river bank

i feel like asking god a million questions on behalf of mourners

i feel like blowing out to white in vishnus effulgent white

i feel like sinking in magnesium sulphate till there is no ache tonite

above all else is this castle in the cloudlands

potency throbs in the silences and blank sheets of water colour paper

acid free and textured rough

a lunatic chucking round sound n colour a self taut tantric turkey

this insight into my life was made possible by the time being . com

no infinitives were split during the creationism of this blog



25 Responses to “eastward”

  1. avatar
    eekie | 1 May 2012 at 7:24 pm #

    I love when you talk art paper!

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    Alien Skin | 1 May 2012 at 8:37 pm #

    Who is to say what words and ideas mean to each of us, different in our own ways of perceiving things, but I must say, the image of “i feel like robbing a river bank” is the culprit that has me quietly chuckling still;)

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    colette | 1 May 2012 at 8:37 pm #

    That’s strange, nijinska is in my family, she wants a bambi tattoo. To not split infinity? Infinity will not be split one bit even or especially when doing the splitz. Ha ha.

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    Anonymous | 1 May 2012 at 8:41 pm #

    That’s strange, nijinska is in my family, she wants a bambi tattoo. To not split infinity? Infinity will not be split one bit even or especially when doing the splitz. Ha ha.

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      colette | 2 May 2012 at 10:46 am #

      I am not Anonymous. Did this come about because for some reason I was told I duplicated my response, perhaps? Tuesday nights pass in a blur of activity. Don’t usually ‘work’ Tuesdays, either. So maybe this resulted from some technical or human malfunction. Anyway, Anonymous, ‘flattery will get you nowhere/everywhere’ (Colette (c) ). Addendum: considering my theory re infinity, please feel free to reproduce ad infinitum.

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    Kelda Kelly | 1 May 2012 at 9:02 pm #

    rest met spite

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    Chris | 1 May 2012 at 9:09 pm #

    Love this one, especially, “a million questions on behalf of mourners.” I have had the interesting privilege of conducting about 350 funerals for evryone from a 3 year old burnt in a house shed while single mum was drunk and out of it in the house, to a father of 3 dead at 34 from cancer. I have a million questions…Wrote this one after one after one of those days:


    They gather
    Embracing in hushed tones
    Stepping lightly on his memory
    Weaving between the flaws
    And cruelties
    To look only upon the gifts
    And pleasantries
    And moments of transcending
    The muck and slime
    Of human striving and living
    A pantomime
    And poorly drawn portrait of
    A life.

  7. avatar
    Boriah | 1 May 2012 at 10:47 pm #

    Frodo Kilbey about to eat lembas bread! On your way to Mordor?

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    Stewart | 1 May 2012 at 10:54 pm #

    Praise for the poet, photographer and the ethical treatment of infinitives.

  9. avatar
    Michel | 1 May 2012 at 11:21 pm #

    “in the afternoon of a faun-ification”

    You already share the faun’s christian name…

  10. avatar
    xine | 1 May 2012 at 11:39 pm #

    Lush photo!

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 2 May 2012 at 12:13 am #

    Great Stuff !!!

    Love the title reference to ‘The Hall Of The Mountain King’, I know that you did not intend to include a brilliant album and song by one of my favorite all time bands and a long lost friend of mine : Criss Oliva and Savatage !!!!

    Criss was an incredible guitar player and friend who had his life sadly taken from him by a drunk driver as he was heading to their next concert with his wife Dawn on October 17, 1993 at the age of 30 years old. Criss loved to drive around the states in his 1982 mint Mazda RX-7 and made Chicago and the Midwest (Criss and his brother Jon are from Florida) a second home with all the tour dates that he loved to include along the way, Criss was very fearful of flying.

    I just saw Criss (and Savatage) and sent a letter to Dawn in September of 1993 and he was very excited about performing Savatage’s latest album in its entirety: ‘Streets- A Rock Opera’. If Criss and Savatage is new to anyone, please seek out their back catalog…his guitar work still shines bright even today – and Jon Oliva (Criss’s older brother and singer for Savatage) and Savatage’s producer,Paul O’Neil, have gone on to create the world known band TSO (Trans-Siberian Orchestra) and have been a joy every holiday season to witness live, an amazing annual performance.

    Miss you lots- C.O , I learned a lot from you in the small time we shared together.


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    anthony | 2 May 2012 at 12:34 am #

    excuse my absence of late. still here. still reading. still loving. recent words and pictures have been stunning! the hd look (whether real or faked with any number of filters or actions) really enhance the lushness of your surroundings and give your words extra shadow and light. will get in touch soon regarding the project i spoke to you about a while back. much love to you!

  13. avatar
    atoms of society | 2 May 2012 at 12:35 am #

    Great read, the time being, indeed!


  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 May 2012 at 12:47 am #

    I like to abbrev.

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    atoms of society | 2 May 2012 at 1:24 am #

    PS. thanks for taking the time to write the blog so consistently Steve. Your blog spot has become my “ars gratia artis” Free top-notch poetry and prose in this modern world of drivel and claptrap, believe me it is a welcome relief. I believe for every one of your regular commentors there are a hundred like me in the silent majority. We revel in your highs and lows as quiet observers and friends. It is perhaps cliched and trite, but the importance is more valuable than you may know. Again, a hearfelt thanks! I will now melt back into oblivion.


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    hippy | 2 May 2012 at 3:08 am #

    The regal mane flowing nicely on you here. Hair’s lookin’ at you, kid.

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    Vinny | 2 May 2012 at 5:14 am #

    As long as the river bank contains a shitload of gems deposited there a zillion (well yeah ya know) years ago, i don’t really see what’s wrong with wanting to ‘rob’ it… Findas Keepas 😉 – Where on Earth are you?

    Luv’, c park

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    Once | 2 May 2012 at 9:04 am #

    “potency throbs in the silences and blank sheets of water colour paper”

    Yeah…I think I was angry yesterday not about what other people are doing (cuz I’ll never control that), but by what I’m NOT doing…which is, of course, MORE than working in a call center and buying cool shoes when I have extra cash. REALLY, Donna???

    I tend to use apathy as a defense. This gets me nowhere.

    The blank page has a voice – always says, “You’re not good enough, don’t bother.” Then I read that the author of that mad-crazy erotica “Fifty Shades of Grey” got a 7-figure book deal, and $5 million for the movie rights. And it’s total crap! (I’m on the 3rd book in the trilogy, lol).

    Not the kind of stuff I want to write, but the basis is really just two people in extreme circumstances. Not too hard to find, let alone imagine and embellish. My problem (has this ever happened to you?) is that I feel an insane need to “convey the ultimate message” – as if I even KNOW what that is! – and I get so utterly daunted that I fall apart.

    I envy creative people who have actually…well…CREATED!! Sure that the drive never leaves you, and as always highly grateful for the end product.

    Thanks, I needed to read this today, it helped.


  19. avatar
    Linjo | 2 May 2012 at 9:04 am #

    I always feel better when I get some good hard exercise, make a pot and delete the emotional vampires. Gives me a bit of reprieve from the slump. x

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    Anonymous | 2 May 2012 at 1:30 pm #

    I thought I heard a siren call
    I thought on what I thought
    Mirages appear in the form
    Of what the seeker sought
    I’ve returned waves o’er crowded rooms
    Only then to find
    The first waves were directed
    Further on behind
    If I heard a siren call
    Could it be for me?
    I thought about Carly Simon
    And how vain I must be
    If there was a siren call
    And if it was for me
    Latitude is no obstacle
    To a cup of herbal tea
    If I was mistaken
    Excuse my vanity
    Accept my confusion
    As a form of flattery

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    Anonymous | 2 May 2012 at 3:06 pm #

    Have watched quite a few of your music interviews on the internet now…I love your ‘fuck, this is tedious deconstruction of semiotics’ manner…so sums up the ‘music interview’ genre.

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