posted on March 25, 2009 at 8:06 pm

little steven lived in his naive world
at the end of ninny street
he liked to count his lute
he like to dabble with his paintbox
he liked to go to the park
and feed the dux
he was happy with a tomato sandwich
all he asked for was a sip of water
all he ever needed he squeezed in a little bag
and he roamed around
through the foaming gloaming
threw the cartoon woods
where his strange painted bird lived
in n out of hollow trees
his daughters were dryads
aurora was the spirit of an ash
eve the spirit of an oak
and little scarlet was the spirit of a tiny red gum sapling
the sun wasnt shining that day
so he painted an acrylic yellow glow up in the corner
of the archangel sky
and wind gods who blew jasmine and spice
and all on a little flat piece of wood
and his two elder daughters appear
of the eldar race they were
twin spirits of the two rivers
anna miranda was the tigris
elektra june was the euphrates
and the moon swung down low all pink n confidential
and oh
i strolled through my world
thinking music to a computer who recorded my thoughts
i pumped out all the symphonies and songs i would never have time
to actually write
this way my constant creativity was drained away from me and cooled
because it drives you mad sometimes
when you dont want it
i sat down to answer my letters
dear steven
can we have more gazelles in the garden?
signed
herbert and jenny frobish

dear herbert and jenny
consider it done!
yours truly
little steven k

dear l. steven
i like the colour of the flamingoes
dont change it!
love mopsy and ted

dear mopsy n teddy
i wont!
love
steven

i was proceeding in this manner
when i noticed men working in my woods
no no no you cant work in here! i yelled yet
there they were
hammering stuff up
knocking stuff down
crushing robins and squirrels underfoot
smudging all the colours in my world
my sister kathy came running out
oh dear brother stop this madness!
a big space had been cleared in my wood
a horrible circus appeared complete with clowns n animals
i was most distressed to see a mangy old black panther
prowling around in a dark cage
and growling feebly and laying back down with a groan
immediately clowns appeared and prodded n mocked the great cat
an ugly old stripper twirled her dirty jugs and winked at me
i hid my eyes and blocked my ears to the distant trumpeting
of a distressed elephant
steven do something ! kathy screamed fighting off a bat
the newspapers had arrived
the gutter press
the gossip rags
no this is my naive world ! i shouted
as a new caffeine franchise was executed
as a suave doctor in a nice suit listened to my naive heart
here take this he said
tossing me a pack of amiodarone
now my heart beat is de- regulated
now tariffs appeared on my borders
now i filled in a questionaire about their performance
no i was most unhappy
violently ticking off the boxes
the bees were killed by their wasps
their dogs ate my bunnies
their cats clawed my baby birds
their money had bought me up
their contracts had tricked me forever
their traps had tripped me over
they built a school and filled it with fools
they taught us how to learn their words
they guided us in their paths
they muscled in on my silences
they sniggered at my sensitivities
they guffawed at my little sword
kathy fought off a hyaena-man
dad was fighting off angina pectoris
my woods
my cartoon woods
my softly emerald green dripping woods
home to cute lil beasties and woodland folk
i run around trying to stop it
but i achieve nothing
except getting exhausted
losing my breath
firing out words
grasping at strauss
going down slow
this is the zeitgeist mall
this is the underground car park ten miles deep
this is the black widow funeral parlour
this is the fucknuckle brothers giant wearhouse
this is country piggie fast food drive thru
this is mega drug store rx plus smokes
this is dark satanic milk
this is fried chicken bits dipped in grease
this is lonely boy
this is actually that
this is really happening….
now
stay tuned!

tomorrow:
the hole truth!

25 Responses to “gimme a brake!”

  1. avatar
    pennybridge | 25 March 2009 at 9:57 pm #

    TTB and the (w)holy internet
    is really a blessing and a curse

    It´s late
    Im having a cawfee n a bizkit
    I´m on vacation
    and i had to bring my computer
    just to read your blog
    F**k!
    TTB-Metadon?

    Tell me the whole truth tomorrow, right?

    Have a great thursday everyone!

  2. avatar
    pretty flamingo | 25 March 2009 at 10:11 pm #

    “when she walks by,she brightens up the neighbbourhood!”;)xo good morning.lovely tail!hee hee,

  3. avatar
    jax | 25 March 2009 at 10:14 pm #

    .killer, I don’t get it, but I like it -your zeitgeist mall-you have such a way with words and images-did you paint this up? would be like a Bosch underworld-newworld. I don’t wanna go there but I will read the book and look at the images.

  4. avatar
    princey | 25 March 2009 at 10:57 pm #

    Kinda sad Killer.
    love Amanda
    P.S Sue, thanx so much for Operetta live’n’sweaty on youtube! I LOVE this song, a song about you, made me all giddy when I first heard it live, so you did a great job staying in control and holding the camera still (especially when the panthers tummy is on show!!) haha.
    AHHHHHH I’d kill to see the Church live just one more time, pleeeeeeez sk!!!!!

  5. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 25 March 2009 at 11:03 pm #

    utopia please take me away…

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 March 2009 at 11:29 pm #

    Very well done today, a veritable smorgasbord of ideas and flowing prose. Liked it I did, I will have to remember to subscribe, as soon as I get Rudds play money I’m giving half away to the time being.
    Yes i enjoy the space he creats, he toils away so I can drift away with my morning coffee, so subscribe I will.
    PV

  7. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 26 March 2009 at 12:12 am #

    This is off to a great start and it might be a microcosmin of a macrocosim dog eat dog universal reality. Akin to pristine rainforests being ravaged.

    On another note I took about a three month break from listening to The Church with the exception of Painkiller. Yesterday, I played Refo-mation, Back With Two Beasts and Gold Afternoon Fix. It was the most I ever appreciated those CDs. I realized that three of my least favorite Church CDs are truly astounding albums vastly superior to the best CDs of the commercial superbands. I’m still a undergrad in appreciating the complete totality of the fantastic Church discography.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2009 at 3:50 am #

    News flash!!

    Panthers to be used in Michael Jackson’s new show.. run killer!

    “A source told Britain’s Daily Mirror newspaper: Jackson hopes to make it the most spectacular show ever. For the jungle section, he wants to ride out on an African elephant with panthers led on gold chains. Parrots and other birds will fly behind him. If it goes to plan it will look incredible.”

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2009 at 4:11 am #

    Steve Playing Solo Show

    16th April 2009
    The Cambridge
    Newcastle

    Special Guest of The Firekites

  10. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 26 March 2009 at 4:48 am #

    “little steven lived in his naive world
    at the end of ninny street
    he liked to count his lute
    he like to dabble with his paintbox
    he liked to go to the park
    and feed the dux
    he was happy with a tomato sandwich
    all he asked for was a sip of water
    all he ever needed he squeezed in a little bag
    and he roamed around”

    ~

    “Unless you become as little children, you will not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.”…

    From – http://www.wide-awake.org/chap1.html

    “In spite of the training, discipline, teachings, and practices, Siddhartha was not satisfied. He had been practicing for years, and still he felt no closer to the truth. When he got in touch with his body, he realized, “This is really getting me nowhere,” he thought. He wondered whether he would die of hunger, failing at his task.

    At that moment a young girl named Sujata walked by and offered him a bowl of rice milk. He didn’t know if he should eat it. Suddenly a memory appeared before his eyes. He remembered being a young boy sitting in the shade of a rose apple tree while his father worked in the gardens. He felt protected by the tree and experienced a bliss and peace he had never felt before. In that moment he was doing nothing to starve or challenge his body, but something wonderful had happened in his mind.

    “Maybe I have gone too far,” he thought. “Maybe starvation isn’t the way to freedom.”

    Returning to the present, he accepted Sujata’s milk and drank, feeling his body strengthen. His self-righteous disciples were horrified. They accused him of giving up and they went off in search of someone more holy.

    In that magical moment when Siddhartha had his childhood vision, he had been sitting under a beautiful pipal tree with heart-shaped leaves. Today it is known as the Bodhi Tree, or tree of awakening because it became the site of the Buddha’s full awakening.”

  11. avatar
    captain mission | 26 March 2009 at 5:19 am #

    yesterday i watched ‘tribe’ one of the few things worth watching on tv these days. tribe is about some english ex sas chap who spends a month living with various tribal peoples around the world, living with them and as one of them, emersing himself in their culture and basically becoming them. i’ve seen this chap do some amazing things, but last night he stayed with a borneo tribe called the Penan, a gentle, highly egalitarian society with no hierarchy but a healthy respect for one another and their environment. they exist on what the jungle provides. but they have been greatly effected by the logging industry which has devastated their home.
    they pleaded with the presenter to help them save their forest, they were helpless in the face of industry.
    the presenter was really effected by the situation, he was there illegally as the govt of borneo do not like foreigners having access to the tribe or promoting the tribes cause. towards the end of the show the presenter, bruce parry, was in tears telling us how helpless he felt about their plight.

    i sat thinking about this for hours, in many ways we all are under the shadow of the same enemy, the zeitgeist mall, the underground ten mile care park and giant warehouses. the schools for fools.
    as i read your words i thought about that tribe and wondered how i could feel so much a part of them and less a part of my own civilization which is devoid of meaning as it plunges us all towards chaos and fear. there was more honor in that doomed tribe than any government i ever saw on planet earth.
    keep that sword and shield close by mr. kilbey, some things are worth fighting for.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2009 at 7:37 am #

    Reuters: “Sydney summers by 2060 could be deadly”

    “And was Jerusalem builded here
    Among these dark satanic mills..”

  13. avatar
    EDD | 26 March 2009 at 9:19 am #

    NOW THAT IS A FUCKING BLOG! YOU’VE GONE BATSHIT, sTEVE, ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT.
    -an ugly old stripper twirling her juggs and winking at you.

  14. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 26 March 2009 at 10:13 am #

    …yep, the human condition, take something perfect and fuck it up….

    oh goody

    spandau ballet are reuniting

    break out the party poppers

    am i being just a tad sarcastic?

    you bet your ass i am……

    love always….

  15. avatar
    Freddie | 26 March 2009 at 10:25 am #

    Unfortunately, I find it best not to think too much these days.
    xoxo

  16. avatar
    verdelay | 26 March 2009 at 10:25 am #

    Blue
    Green
    Algae
    In
    Ape
    Form

    Once you fill the pond, you start to die back. If only we had the wits not to try to fill the pond.

    In evolutionary terms, where did cyanobacteria go next? We can learn from our blue green friends…

    v

  17. avatar
    verdelay | 26 March 2009 at 10:34 am #

    I just looked it up.

    Cyanobacteria evolved into Eukaryotes (that’s us folks): “…organisms whose cells are organized into complex structures enclosed within membranes”.

    So the watchwords for our continued well-being on our snug little rock are:

    Organisation
    Complexity
    Stuctures
    Enclosure
    Membranes

    Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

    V2

  18. avatar
    catchow | 26 March 2009 at 12:25 pm #

    HERO and villains…
    waiting for nothing but the truth!

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2009 at 12:26 pm #

    that was brilliant

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2009 at 12:48 pm #

    😀 Good morning, HotLove! Haha

  21. avatar
    matthew | 26 March 2009 at 1:59 pm #

    Mmmmmmmm… Amiodarone…

  22. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 26 March 2009 at 3:06 pm #

    Steve’s pastoral paradise and its indigenous species are being invaded by virulent marauders who bring along their invasive species that overtake the endemic species. It’s an environmental disaster that decimates ecosystems and biodiversity.

  23. avatar
    CSTCoach | 26 March 2009 at 3:23 pm #

    Could this be a glimpse of your alternative biography? the reel trooth? or is it a metaphorical picture of childhood’s end?

    can’t wait to read more….

    (cap’n mission – beautiful words, brother. i’ve been to some of those places on the fringes, where this clash is taking place. where “modernity” bulldozes in with it’s little gram of addictive western culture. the young are so easily lured and so quick to embrace it. only after they’ve lost their past and given up their traditions do they realize how empty it all is, how hollow. but what to do??? how to stop it??? it seems so relentless.)

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 March 2009 at 4:56 pm #

    First he beheaded dogs and now he crushes songbirds! Kripes…

  25. avatar
    lily was here | 28 March 2009 at 1:52 am #

    Amanda, here’s a month of sundays…dont we wish

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jL4wB1pyg38


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