posted on March 14, 2013 at 7:57 pm
vis a vis

vis a vis

so olde and tired

i end up in melbourne

ready to do 2 more nights of van park

come and see it for god sake

mechanics hall oakleigh fri and sat

it may be the final nights who can tell?

now im in a generic hotel cell

not the best or worst

everything muted

no fresh air available

ive done so much stuff lately

i cant even remember yesterdays name

or the music i made in some doped prism

i hurtle into the future nonetheless

hedges houses ditches

i write this and that

and things come together

fall apart

and yet some dream finds continuity in my sleep

where i’m hiding and persecuted in my underground

the traffic drones floors below my high room

mirrored in black glass that same old face

haggard rider of minds

diaspora of suburbia

ibis in glen waverly

tonight with vietnamese food

sam sejavka and john paul young

autumn rolls out of parks and drives

we go up to our rooms

and then sleep hits like a drug

and i dont care anymore

ive done my bit for a day

weary as weary can well be



33 Responses to “gluttonous wind keeps on nibbling the sail”

  1. avatar
    Melissa | 14 March 2013 at 8:11 pm #

    The Ibis in Glen Waverly? That’s not very rock’n’roll sk!

    See you in Oakleigh Saturday night 😀

  2. avatar
    princey | 14 March 2013 at 9:05 pm #

    Hello and welcome back sk! 🙂

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    Kohl Ette | 14 March 2013 at 9:26 pm #

    You want us to come and see it, so I have a ticket to Van Park, Saturday. Wish I could have seen and heard the Canberra concert but happy I got to the Factory that night anyway. Look after yourself. I hope there’s a train station in Oakleigh… must google re connections from airport to city to suburbs. An unknown area to me. I wanted to see Van Park last year, it looks like a good laugh.

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    Cath | 14 March 2013 at 10:17 pm #

    Is that there a shadow cabinet line……
    Hope they laugh as hard as i did last year Mr Neb!
    Melbournians, go see Van Park , it’s provocative and fun……………
    would love to see you do a lot more Performance it really lights you up……would love to see you write / create some theatre of a different kind…give ole Shakespeare a run for his money!
    Later S.K luv Cath

  5. avatar
    david | 14 March 2013 at 11:13 pm #

    ..this Higgs Boson…I think its our imaginations…. keeps it all together ,.. i imagine its magic ..and it is. we give matter mass ….let us pray…new Pope, new particles….to infinity and beyond the Bus said…
    next stop ,..violet town.

  6. avatar
    matthew | 15 March 2013 at 2:23 am #

    queueing in the ruins in the wake of the gale.

    I identify very much with your tiredness, SK.

  7. avatar
    hippy | 15 March 2013 at 3:24 am #

    Smashed and crumpled, like an Idyllist CD and poster, we wearily trudge through this urban jungle towards the promise of eternal salvation and paradise.

    • avatar
      Admin | 15 March 2013 at 6:05 am #

      hippy dont be a trubble maker

      • avatar
        Anonymous | 15 March 2013 at 3:49 pm #

        They say I’m the troublemaker with capital T. But they don’t know of very well. Be at peace hippy.

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          Anonymous | 16 March 2013 at 5:02 am #

          ‘Name’ reckoned it was me!

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            treble | 17 March 2013 at 9:46 am #

            ah-hah! knew it was you

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      Anonymous | 15 March 2013 at 3:47 pm #

      Amen to that to that eternal salvation and wonderful paradise.

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    Michel | 15 March 2013 at 5:02 am #

    French hotels are not so bad (My girlfriend is directing an Ibis, I must say so !).
    Hope you can find a bit of rest there.
    Still a bit traumatized (eternally ?) by my commissionned song, I hijack the blog one last time to give a sendspace link to it, as I got Martin Kennedy’s blessing to flood the world with its beauty :
    One day I will come to you, to say thank you.

  9. avatar
    Pickle | 15 March 2013 at 7:19 am #

    Killa…i too love my commissioned song….ever thought about releasing an album of them?

  10. avatar
    Chris | 15 March 2013 at 9:34 am #

    Things come together….things fall apart….we are all made of stars….little pieces of the red shift….

  11. avatar
    Wayno | 15 March 2013 at 9:58 am #

    Tinges of Persia, I hope that it sells… That line always gave me a laugh.

    Had a dream last night I was at (what must’ve been) the Van Park show. It was preceded by you doing some song and dance numbers with a few other dancers and musos on stage. Then there was an interval before the main show where I met up with some friends I wasn’t expecting to see there. I woke up after that, so I missed the show…

    Anyhow, break a leg.

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    Kohl Ette | 15 March 2013 at 10:46 am #

    Sent a Jesus in Bondi t to someone I know overseas. Just a young man. He was very happy with it and said, ‘why have I never thought of jamming with him (Jesus)?’ Thank you!

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    kell | 15 March 2013 at 11:32 am #

    Have a great time in the ‘burbs, Steve! Hope ur not as tired today ~ (EveryBody was tired yesterday). You’re literally in my neighbourhood, it’s surreal but just Life i guess. The bay here is good to swim in….cheers Nebuchadnezzar!!! (p.s. We are more than our archetypes)

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    kell | 15 March 2013 at 11:33 am #

    And Thank God 4 that…

  15. avatar
    Lara | 15 March 2013 at 12:32 pm #

    Take care of yourself, Prospero!

  16. avatar
    Admin | 15 March 2013 at 12:59 pm #

    whoever you are mysterious stranger
    you always write such pithy comments!

  17. avatar
    andy | 15 March 2013 at 6:58 pm #

    go park that van man…..park hard!

  18. avatar
    veleska1970 | 16 March 2013 at 8:29 am #

    Any chance of Van Park turning up somewhere as a film? That you would know of??

    • avatar
      Admin | 16 March 2013 at 8:56 am #

      i keep suggesting it veleska ….i keep suggesting it!

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        Trevor \|/ | 16 March 2013 at 9:10 am #

        What about just filming one of the stage plays and putting it straight to DVD? Doesn’t have to be top quality nor expensive (with a friend doing the filming with own camera) and we all get to see it?

        Trevor \|/

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    M E M | 16 March 2013 at 1:28 pm #

    Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
    O man! My man!
    Come careering out of the night
    Of Pan! Io Pan!
    Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
    From Sicily and from Arcady!
    Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
    And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
    On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
    To me, to me,
    Come with Apollo in bridal dress
    (Shepherdess and pythoness)
    Come with Artemis, silken shod,
    And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
    In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
    The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
    Dip the purple of passionate prayer
    In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
    The soul that startles in eyes of blue
    To watch thy wantonness weeping through
    The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
    Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
    And body and brain — come over the sea,
    (Io Pan! Io Pan!)
    Devil or god, to me, to me,
    My man! my man!
    Come with trumpets sounding shrill
    Over the hill!
    Come with drums low muttering
    From the spring!
    Come with flute and come with pipe!
    Am I not ripe?
    Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
    And the token erect of thorny thigh,
    And the word of madness and mystery,
    O Pan! Io Pan!
    Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
    I am a man:
    Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
    O Pan! Io Pan!
    Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
    In the grip of the snake.
    The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
    The gods withdraw:
    The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
    To death on the horn
    Of the Unicorn.
    I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
    I am thy mate, I am thy man,
    Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
    Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
    With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
    Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
    And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
    Everlasting, world without end,
    Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,
    In the might of Pan.
    Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

  20. avatar
    Jasperina | 16 March 2013 at 4:17 pm #

    Excited to hear you are strutting the stage again once more Steve. Are you wearing the technicolour dream coat? I was moved to read the wonderful ode you wrote recently about your Dad. Thankyou for sharing the photo of you with your Dad. Your voice and your songs were randomly pouring out of my iPod this morning. There was a very loud but beautiful bird that seemed to be singing along as well

  21. avatar
    hellbound heart | 17 March 2013 at 6:58 pm #

    ……i know all about weary too….

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