posted on February 14, 2009 at 8:51 pm

the imaginary reader remains imaginary
you think you are real
but i assure you
you are merely a part of this fiction
you read voraciously
you are fed your reality by the story
you glued to your screen
your old life was just a dream
you exist to read this story
when it ends you will extinguish
an actor will go on playing your part
the actor will know what to say
everything has been taken care of
now feel free to indulge
please live my story up to the hilt
i am you
we are all in this together
almost a thousand of us
all thinking this together
all over this imaginary world
in carthage
in rome
in athens
in abyssinia
in timbuctu
in san fran
in sante fe
in situ
in gloria deo excelsis
i am everyman
you know it for sure now
and i have led this life
so that you didnt have to
i made the music you needed to hear
but no one else on this whole imaginary world could do it
i said those things you needed to hear
but who else could say them?
you owe me
you owe me your concentration then
concentrate now
and we will all be together
concentrate with me now
please
deep breaths
slow in
slower out
close your eyes
your third eye will read these words
we are becoming connected
interlocked
locked in n locked on
lovelock shylock lock stock n crockery
if i say i am standing in a garden in buenos aires
then i am standing in a garden in buenos aires
we are all standing here
invisible (like)
just kilbey and his sister
but we know everything in their minds
it doesnt matter whether kathy has a brother or not
many people have claimed he doesnt exist
we know in our deepest heart that kilbey is real
his voice at some stage has spoken to us
as he throws his random fractions of the big picture out there
he has no answers but he has no questions
he just mentions things like a kinda code
and you hear a phrase
and you go
yes he understands
so all the understanders are gathered here
in this garden
you have a right to be here
as much as stevekilbey
only kathy is truly real
only kathy will walk away
and put a small plaster on her finger
which was pricked by a thorn
only kathy will walk away
and cook dinner in her kitchen
while drinking red wine
oh god
we are all so imaginary
think about your solid life
and it evaporates like a mist
like the slight fog in this garden
this rambling garden studded with magic realistic objects
little statues covered in mirrors
ponds with weird fish
an old car redecorated with scenes from myths
you can imagine
yes
you can well imagine
so imagine it well
this garden
a sign says gethsemene
this garden with its wild exotic flowers
this southern hemisphere garden
this magic continent where things are not so ordinary
all the magic has gone out of europe
this is where it all begins
south america
the hairs on my arms raise up n shiver just to say it
south america
where all things are still possible
does kathy like south america
oh yes she says
she turns to face us
oh kathy
you look so tired
framed in your foggy garden
oh how i will long to be there
as i get jostled in a crowd
or line up on a plain taking off
or stand on a corner waiting for some soup
or questioned by the senseless authorities
about where i acquired my genius
oh the garden the garden
the trellises the insects the beautiful weeds
the cracked crazy paving
the walls n fences
the sounds of beyond the garden
the south american sky stretching overhead
saying to me
why dont you come back home?
now here i am
with all my friends
with all my imagineers
all still concentrating
why?
for the hell of it all
because you must want to find something here
here in my sisters garden which has an inclosed spring
my sisters garden with its dappled shadows
we look around
each of us picks up things special to them
a lost heirloom
some words from a loved one
a useful premonition
a new understanding
here here
take them
take them
no i insist
take everything from this garden you can
dont blame me if you cant find it here
look harder search discover
oh kathy can you see em …..my friends my imaginary friends
oh kathy can you …can you
yes my darling i can see them now…small points of energy
they are the readers kathy….the readers..can you credit it?
no ….its quite strange…i must admit…
but kathy what does it all mean…?
mean? mean? magic realists never mean…they imply
and the reader infers?
correct
kathy?
yes
are there any more of those biscuits?
you may have one, steven
only one?
yes because
its the last one…..

22 Responses to “hey la hey hey lo la”

  1. avatar
    the dean | 14 February 2009 at 10:06 pm #

    of course we are not real in a self determining sense. These comments are an automate response generate by the Appaling Macinsoft operating system. Any semblance to organic freerange life is coinsidental. Just as you are not real but a subroutine of an extinct species that was created by the great compiler.

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 February 2009 at 10:19 pm #

    Biscuit not a euphemism for blog, we hope…

  3. avatar
    EDD | 14 February 2009 at 10:31 pm #

    Those who know what I don’t know refer to the yellow, red and green…..paint me the places you have seen….maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood….

  4. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 14 February 2009 at 10:55 pm #

    South America eh, next stop North America okay…
    Nevibaby

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 February 2009 at 1:11 am #

    Connected
    Locked in and locked on
    Sending love…..
    Can you feel it? 🙂
    xoxo

  6. avatar
    PAGEY | 15 February 2009 at 3:10 am #

    yeah, i say the prophets lived and everything after was a cracked mirror devolving into a quagmire of pollution…but nice said Killer…

  7. avatar
    Freddie | 15 February 2009 at 4:30 am #

    Today’s journey was awesome.
    I agree with you and Kathy.
    I think I rather like South America.

  8. avatar
    Kathy Kilbey | 15 February 2009 at 4:52 am #

    What do you expect me to do? Disappear?

    Life expectancy – completion of subject topic. Please don’t send flowers.. I grow them. :))

  9. avatar
    markobears | 15 February 2009 at 5:14 am #

    i c kk has emptyy blog. moveon over to blogspot. yahoo losing alot of members cause of privacy issues.

  10. avatar
    EDD | 15 February 2009 at 9:34 am #

    Jeez, the dean, I was feeling soo good about myself….

  11. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 15 February 2009 at 9:40 am #

    Almost a thousand of us? I sure hope more people are buying your records, Steve.

  12. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 15 February 2009 at 10:16 am #

    whoah, you’re messing with my head, kind sir….
    *poof* (the sound of my existence being extinguished)
    love always…..

  13. avatar
    catchow | 15 February 2009 at 11:17 am #

    magic realistic(important words for
    you…) and also imaginery,fiction,
    autosuggestion,reality sublety mixed together. a fine blog embellished with Kathy’s presence.
    This garden…nice inspiration for painting!

  14. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 15 February 2009 at 11:19 am #

    Happenstance…I’m ecstatic about that song. Deliciously sung, played, arranged and produced.

  15. avatar
    iseult | 15 February 2009 at 2:32 pm #

    Van Morrison said …

    And you went into a trance
    Your childlike vision became so fine
    And we heard the bells within the church
    We loved so much
    And felt the presence of the youth of eternal summers
    In the garden

    Alright

    And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
    Born again you were and blushed
    And we touched each other lightly
    And we felt the presence of the Christ within our hearts

    In the garden

    And I turned to you and I said

    No guru, no method, no teacher
    Just you and I and nature
    And the Father in the garden

  16. avatar
    fantasticandy | 15 February 2009 at 3:33 pm #

    hmmmmmmmmmm………………
    not sure on this one…
    do we all ‘see’ things the same way?
    it’s possible that the souls drawn
    to this little corner of cyberspace
    have a similar world view…
    but dark forces have made an impact even here.

  17. avatar
    CSTCoach | 15 February 2009 at 3:51 pm #

    cool. disorienting. sublime. mystical. time and distance bent at will. reality a shadow of itself projected in colours.

    a book, killa. give us a book.

  18. avatar
    Lian | 15 February 2009 at 4:02 pm #

    Have a good sleep and wish you a beautiful morning, Steve.

    All is appreciated.

    Beauty doesn’t change because people love it or not. It is there, just there, that’s all. As to how much we can feel, it all depends on different individuals.(I realised this at a seaside. If I must say, it was Santa Monica.^^)

    Beauty appears with different faces; and we are sometimes too smart to see her truth.

  19. avatar
    davem | 15 February 2009 at 7:41 pm #

    That was effing brilliant.
    I am suitably topped up for that to have been the perfect end to my weekend.
    Long may you keep making what only you can.
    x

  20. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 15 February 2009 at 8:00 pm #

    Costa Rica is the place to be. It’s kind to it’s people and animals in addition to being a haven for ecotourism and peaceful wildlife tours.

    Seeing Chrissie Hynde and The Pretenders tonight. Tomorrow she protests outside a McDonalds. She’s crazy and I LOVE HER !

  21. avatar
    A.M. | 16 February 2009 at 2:11 am #

    “you exist to read this story
    when it ends you will extinguish”

    The truest words the 3rd eye of this imaginary reader ever did read.

  22. avatar
    A.M. | 16 February 2009 at 2:14 am #

    I love me some biscuits. English biscuits, not the American kind. How I miss whole isles of biscuits. So many to choose from it’s like a dream.

    You are a lucky man, SK, to receive the last one–a holy communion of sorts between ye and Kathy.


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