posted on August 17, 2007 at 1:06 am

i write
what they tell me to write
i take it all down
i accept it as it comes
aint no poetry
aint no reg-u-lar story either
just a feel
a need
a voice whispers
i try to hear it
im listening so hard
soon as i stop
the voice runs like a river
like no one you ever met
mr featherstone
containing his own contradiction
will he fall or will he fly ?
his burden is that he is his own opposite
within him 2 natures cancelled out
not just in a name
his desire to fly
his tendency to sink
the struggle for up
the pull of down
man + beast
living + dead
white + black
spirit + flesh
the feathery spirit
that can glide thru the astral like a falcon
at speed of thought
faster than light
lighter than thought
the stone-like flesh
weighing you down
oh you love it
you hate it
the need for other stone-like things
pinned in this continuum until it gives out
sourced in a vortex of gravity and intention
needing to decipher great quantities of information
strapped to the age i live in and its zeitgeist bastardry
a timid savage with spear and net
hunting down the last remnants of my own life
running willy nilly and helter skelter
the stone-like flesh
we sculpted with our deeds
the faces that show your kindness and blindness
the years which have meddled in your fine affairs
the seconds which undid the stone
one by one
each second
like a feather flying over stone, brushing it lightly
the seconds have eroded the stone
undone it has become
and the spirit then clings
to a number of things
things like all the stone memory
the world of pleasant flesh and wine and dreams
the hell of disease and bile and fever
the spirit forgets its feathers
the stone must break apart
the autumn stone
the winter almost over
the cold seeking stone miseries will be gone…they say
the stone masons chisel feathery angels wings
for one who will soon both down and up
for what is in your nature
the voices conclude
thats all for today

47 Responses to “featherstone”

  1. avatar
    steve kilbey | 17 August 2007 at 1:50 am #


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    Thelonious | 17 August 2007 at 2:10 am #

    got my hit. magic.

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 2:24 am #

    you are{in} credibly amazing..beautiful Steven!…love,as always,genx xxxxx

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    eek | 17 August 2007 at 2:39 am #

    Lovely. Mighty fucking depressing, but lovely.

    (I realise I’m probably the only one who finds it depressing though. I always did have to be different. 😉 )

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 2:41 am #

    Killer, a little present for you…this is the translation of a “new” Baudelaire poem published in the current issue of The Paris Review:

    Spleen (III)
    for Nicholas Moore

    I am like the king of a rainy kingdom,
    rich but weak, young yet very old,
    who, with perceptions piqued by marigolds,
    bores myself with dogs and craps.
    Nothing makes me gladder, gentler, more prone to falconry
    than my dying people, their faces full on balconies.
    “My Favorite Baboon,” the grotesque ballad,
    does not distress me any longer with cruel sickness;
    my bed flowers and transforms as it falls:
    the tourist women, for whom every prince is handsome,
    no longer know how to sit for their impudent toilette,
    but pull a face instead and squeal.
    The knowledge which made gold never tried
    with such luck to inform the corrupt element,
    catalyst for the bloodbaths of the Romans.
    Like the king, I do not remember the days of old,
    I do not relight my habitual cigar,
    and my blood cools from too much rain.

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    God | 17 August 2007 at 3:13 am #

    that is heavenly..not only will St peter let you in,but In the lords name,you will receive,the peace prize,a backstage pass,and a key to the realm….a great pleasure as always divine sparkling light…./cw

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    JONNY HOLLYWOOD | 17 August 2007 at 3:23 am #

    I hope my senses are write this space and time around and not wrong once again…

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    what the fak was that | 17 August 2007 at 3:35 am #

    only voices of the gods
    gods of my ipod

    hand picked or coincidence of randomness
    sometime i hear something
    and say who could fancy this

    waiting for the muse to speak…please bring something to turn cheeks
    and strengten the week or some half baked beat..

    dirty night filled with
    stars and scars
    everyone with something to say and nothing at all
    all wanting to be heard
    all these voices dreaming
    dreaming vibrations and emancipation from the noise
    the din that sounds like a distant star shimmering with white noise
    everyone speaks at once no
    one able to really hear
    it takes a different kind of ear to breathe
    this air….

  9. avatar
    Faye | 17 August 2007 at 3:47 am #

    I believe that YOU are the Angel..fantastic blogge in a squillion,you are!

  10. avatar
    knot | 17 August 2007 at 4:20 am #

    that gravity may avenge itself upon us
    for those moments of flight

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 4:20 am #

    Beautifully put. How is it that you can articulate so well what I feel?

    Mike (in Canada)

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 4:33 am #

    MAGIC ,MY DEAR MAN.pure and simple MAGIC! xo

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 4:44 am #

    You’re generations rapt in your temple.
    You’re intersections go more unique daily
    You’re changing before my very eyes and ears and I DO listen closely. It was the (lack of?) engineering or whatever you said- I trust you on that!
    I love to watch Abby listen closely- he’s from a family of professionals (singers)
    You should see his expressions while he listens to Peter Murphy and others.
    His little finger goes up at his keen hearing
    “Ah, he should do this and that”
    Funny, it’s kinda like watching a dog listen…I love dogs, gods.

    At your pace, your rhythm, you’re the artist.
    Personally, I never hated a thing you/and the church did…I love you too much for that.
    Melancholia…it touches some of us more than others, sadly.
    My most recent shrinka said ‘relationshipes are hard’
    I came back with ‘the easy ones are meant to be’
    Now YOU listen to me, “I’m not mentally ill!” she said smiling.
    We can agree to disagree with mutual respect.
    It’s like you said, but it’s not voices that come to me in droves, it’s ideas.

    Peace, Love, and sunshine on your night blooming jasmine.


    PS you’re not making poetry here? I’m just happy if anyone reads me and responds (like a conversation)!!

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 4:50 am #

    or is it like this:
    I’m too blind to hear
    and too deaf to see



  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 5:02 am #

    I’m listing…
    the steps
    the steps of leaving winter
    the steps of coming autumn … at the shore
    beautiful one today(yet too heavy to me)
    and also beautiful comments beautiful people…
    love you all

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 5:03 am #

    listening, sorry.

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 5:22 am #

    some ‘trip hop’ as they call it
    wasn’t as good as your loungy-jazz
    it’s like facing off
    jazz to rap
    trip hop looks like a term that was made up after the fact.
    ‘trip hoppers’ better say hey to Ice T
    the big daddy of hip hop
    self proclaimed and I saw it first
    It was an afterthought in London because they always rival Seattle.
    They couldn’t deal you-know-what.

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 5:43 am #

    I’m hoping the feathery spirit stays with you always sk and hope whatever’s weighing you down disappears forever from the wild and wonderful mind of ttb! I wish too that winter was almost over, but it seems to be getting colder and colder her in Melby brrrr (not trying to put you off coming here in September btw!)
    Stay warm tonight and take it eazzzy,
    love from Amanda

  19. avatar
    the word condenser | 17 August 2007 at 6:07 am #

    that is awesome SK!..Oh,goliath…got a light?….every day you leave a wake of brilliant stars with your dancing rock 1 X

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 6:44 am #

    anon. with the shuffle anomolies…ditto…mine’s wild of late too…/cw

  21. avatar
    飞翔 | 17 August 2007 at 7:29 am #

    like your ‘reptile’, i can’t help but listen it once and once again.
    love it. so heavy and so light.

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 9:05 am #

    Tis friday evening…a lovely balmy night in Briz vegas…I’m surrounded by cranberries…on the speakers,in my drink,and I will take my daughters word for the sunset’s compliance to the theme…have a beautiful night every and each one of ya!…love,and light….genx xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 9:55 am #

    Hey Steve baby,
    Don’t say I never do anything for U. Just made a very generous contribution to your retirement fund by purchasing “The Classic Singles Collection” at a rather pricey $26-72! No need to thank me {unless, of course, U want 2}, but do spend it wisely. Maybe a bulk buy of frankincense incense perhaps, or just put it into the children’s university kitty? You (& the band) have contributed some very fine work indeed over the years [SEANCE] &, regrettably, some not so fine work [Hologram of Bile].
    Take care Steve. And my offer still stands if you want to do the music to my feature.

  24. avatar
    cloudburst.adrift | 17 August 2007 at 10:27 am #

    nice one sk – v nice indeed.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 10:52 am #

    Absolutely beautiful…again.


  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 10:55 am #

    you never cease to amaze me with your artistry, steve…stunning…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  27. avatar
    woodsprite | 17 August 2007 at 10:56 am #

    The stone masons also make lovely gargoyles and greenmen. My personal favorites. Hope you’re feeling much better today. 🙂

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    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 11:23 am #

    AA…it’s such a shame that you’re on the other side of the big wet blue thing…be great to share a pot of tea and some sunshine,and talk crap,and nonsense,and sense and art and music,and be silly,and by the sounds of it ,have a big giggle at the world and it’s amazing zings and wonders…I adore dogs,as well{my dad used to add to that statement”especially with a nice mushroom peppercorn n brandy sauce”}{and they wonder why my sense of humour is warped??}when I was young my oldest sister brought home a half dingo,half cattle dog…she called it “mandy”{which we later found out ,was a drug reference!this incredible half wild,half “big softie” dog would greet you at the front gate with such enthusiasm,a huge smile on her face,then cross her front legs and paws,bow her head and make a little howl,as if to say “hello,i love you,where have you been…it’s been,like a lifetime since you guys left,this morning”..mmm uh huh}I agree with you about SK and The Church,just being exceptionally dazzling…the only thing I ever had a twinge of “oooh,I can’t bare this”,was the track at the end of “box of Byrds”…”cortez” ,such a beautiful piece…but the pain in SK
    ‘s voice still makes me want to cry when I hear it…..can’t tell you how elated I am that he pulled through from that horrible stuff{did ya hear that SK? sorry for clogging up yer page,but I’ve met a kindred spirit xxxxx}…and on an ironic note…a quote from my friend who is a retired shrink” most folks in the psych business are quite very loopy themselves” “there’s a high percentage of “relationship counsellors” who go home to a bottle or 5 of plonk,and their “mills and boon”/”bold and the beautiful”who have never had a relationship themselves{coz their books say that comprimise,and verbal contracts,and all of the other “head”stuff must be pandered to,instead of the base level “heart”stuff}…you gotta start from,and come from the heart…and if that’s not happening for ya…there’s yer conclusion….my nanna used to say”things always finish…just the way they started”[that’s so true,and so easily corrolated to so many things}…hey?tell me what you can see when you look out of your window…and as a colourful treat for me..tell me about your favourite place in the world?…xxxlove,and thanks…genx

  29. avatar
    Daberhasher | 17 August 2007 at 11:26 am #

    supremely rich,
    great visuals…

    choo choo

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 12:12 pm #

    Guess every egg AIN’T a bird then…

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 12:17 pm #

    and AA….I’ve just made the yummiest rose water and pistacchio {r}ice cream…want some?..mmm…astral virtual ice cream..that’s a vision for it not? …xxxgenx

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 12:25 pm #

    anon.@10:12….magic and chemistry,are the ingredients of bird..

  33. avatar
    jesus | 17 August 2007 at 12:52 pm #

    I’m 33 x

  34. avatar
    lily was here | 17 August 2007 at 1:27 pm #

    Im listening steve, and hearing flutes and distant drums

    sue x

  35. avatar
    caiaphas | 17 August 2007 at 1:34 pm #

    u won’t make 34, mate.

  36. avatar
    jesus | 17 August 2007 at 1:51 pm #

    do you believe in miracles?…where are lazarus,and his phoenix….at the bar?who’s round?

  37. avatar
    JJ | 17 August 2007 at 2:16 pm #

    Mr. Featherstone, I presume….I think we all harbor those dichotomies; at least I know they’re contained within me.

    I listen often – I hear things. Things I can’t share with the people around me, because they seem to hear nothing. I was always this way, even as a boy. There’s no rationality to it; that’s the wrong instrument to detect it.

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    Cee | 17 August 2007 at 2:42 pm #

    man + beast
    living + dead
    white + black
    spirit + flesh
    the feathery spirit
    that can glide thru the astral like a falcon

    hombre + bestia
    vivos + muertos
    blanco + negro
    espiritu + piel
    el espiritu emplumado que como un falcon puede volar atraves de lo astral

    Esteban, a veces haces que salga el sol.

    Besos a todos,

  39. avatar
    dull but true | 17 August 2007 at 2:42 pm #

    No miracles, no spirit, no heaven, no hope, no nowt.

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    Brien Comerford | 17 August 2007 at 2:43 pm #

    That’s the Sk who was intricate to Forget Yourself and Beside Yourself not the SK who was vital to Heyday. Something very metaphysical happened to Sk between 1990 and 1992 that transmuted him into a luminous and elucidating sage. OK !!! He’s a William Blake, Jim Morrison and Empedocles hybrid with a seasoning of Julian Cope.

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    CSTCoach | 17 August 2007 at 2:45 pm #

    i’m always impressed by the way you can take something mundane like a run of the mill name and make it sublime.


  42. avatar
    veleska1970 | 17 August 2007 at 3:18 pm #

    i’m listening. and i hear things that others don’t seem to. i guess my antenna just functins on a different frequency or something, i really don’t know.

    more poetry in liquid motion again today, steve. i love this roll you’re on!! and hopefully you are feeling much much better.

    lotza love……

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    veleska1970 | 17 August 2007 at 3:20 pm #

    **arrggghhh** while my antenna might function on a different frequency, my typing sure doesn’t seem to want to. that should have been “functiOn.” **blush**

  44. avatar
    knot | 17 August 2007 at 3:44 pm #


    dog. god.
    they both make a circle.

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 August 2007 at 5:41 pm #

    Steve, Genx, et al,
    Today’s another perfect day already, I can tell by the warm sunny weather….blowing some to the west across the midnight velvet.

    What’s it like outside my window?
    It’s the reoccuring dream of ten years that’s now true.
    This morning, Mimesis arrived.
    I listened while I drove through the sunny forests.
    Steve….this is your blog in music, so hypnotic, touching, sentimental, haunting.
    I’m in your real life immitation-
    no this is far better than life sounds typically!!
    I’ve drifted off to the land of enchantement and I’m on the ‘White’ track:

    viualize a color white
    your hair
    a wall
    I must go somewhere white alone

    This is special Steve, I’m very impressed and can’t wait to have others listen to it!!

    pinks ‘n light green, tea rose ‘n pastacio…to have tea with thee, to keep sharing some thoughts and dreams, music, arts. My heart is content.

    Oh, I’d better snap out of this beautiful snow drift…my light box luxy condos are calling, YELLING at me!!



    Hope all is well Steve.

  46. avatar
    Tom | 17 August 2007 at 8:51 pm #

    Steve, I would be interested to hear your opinion of the feud developing in the Violent Femmes lawsuit.

  47. avatar
    steve kilbey | 18 August 2007 at 9:35 pm #

    whats that?

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