posted on October 5, 2007 at 12:34 am

awake in silence
the caravan is perfectly still
i run ahead of preposterous frightening dreams
i leap out of them back into this makeshift reality
which is realistic and contains 72% actual realness
the dreams are epic torturous meaningless
they seemed meaningful but now
in the delicate day
in the quietness of a haven
a home away from home….
you walked down to the general store
surrounded by cactii and vivid pinkred flowers
bees toil and hover with a drowsy hum
the store has ice creams bait newspapers
loads of different hooks
a blackboard reads
freshly cut sandwiches
toasted sandwiches available
pies, pasties, scones
milkshakes, thick shakes, tea, coffee
bait boat hire etc
you rang the little bell on the counter
you read through a newspaper guiltily
you perused a slightly rude magazine
you looked at the dead flies on the windows ill
eventually after eons of waiting
left alone with your heartbeat
and the echo of the little ringing bell
which still tinkled in the corners
and wriggled in the spiders webs
a woman of about thirty you supposed appeared
hello she says
oh shes very unexpected
she looks like a combination
of your mother and your sisters
and your best friend kim
and that woman in that film you watched
when you had a fever
you could never remember anything
other than she was so beautiful
yes yes
theres beauty
theres pretty girls everywhere
especially up here
handsome boys too for that matter
blond bronzed muscled surfers like adonis
but their beauty holds no meaning for me
they simply occur like the perfect trees you see
pale flesh like bark
well proportioned limbs
head full of bursting leaves
nests full of stars
or starlings
their prettiness is their ordinariness
in a forest of perfect trees
where my caravan was
still and perfectly warm
in the shade of an oak
yes can i help you said the woman
you felt in your pockets for money
you pull out your bankbook but no money
oh i left my money in the van you said
thats all right she smiled
i’ll be here…..
the day started to uncurl itself
you seemed to be living in your own future
you seemed to be swimming through the warm present
there was no past
yes something had gone past
but what it was
well now you couldnt say
back there lay childhoods haze
a gauze over everything
like a mosquito net
or a film of sea spray
but the day your father died
the illusion rapidly faded
of course that would be a future passed over
over and over again probabilities suggested
suddenly everything seemed like
it was meant to mean something
away from the nagging parents
the squabbling children
those half hearted friends
those guys you used to jam with
could any of them have anticipated such freedom
who among us could have granted you such release
those days came and went so fast
when it was time to relish them
they were already gone
yes gone gone gone
so irretrievably gone
thats why the caravan felt so nice
you were already doctoring it for the memory
slightly overblowing the colours of the parrots outside
slightly over estimating the cosy properties in
trimming round the edges and a little blurring
later that day
you walked through a grove of sacred pines
past the lagoons and lakes
coming at last to the golden-green sea
where families lay and umbrellas sprouted
men were fishing
people were swimming
old folks n babies just paddling
the sun was yellow
the sky was royal blue
and for most people
it was enough

50 Responses to “hurly burly 3”

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 2:07 am #


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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 2:08 am #


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    Chris Kan | 5 October 2007 at 2:08 am #


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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 2:34 am #

    Oh sk, this “hurly burly series” is so beautifully written, you have to write a novel one of these days….pleeeease.
    Love always,

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 2:36 am #

    Mornin’SJK!…Welcome to the world.Welcome to our Universe.So glad you could make it!You are most extraordinary!…Tell me a story….x…/jbx

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 2:39 am #

    Oh my god!wow wow wow!yeah,tis a goodun today..i hope there’s an antenna on the roof of your catavan!you wouldn’t wanna miss out on the local radio frequencies.I hear the reception in that gully is crystal!…/cwx

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    ..a girl and a sailor,and a vege burger trailer... | 5 October 2007 at 2:54 am #

    …that’s her holy grail….x

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 3:00 am #

    wow indeed – this is truly amazing stuff; it’s so, so accomplished. It’s like eating crunchy steamed vegetables. It feels good and healthy. would love to hear it spoken by you – oh for a lotto win!


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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 3:39 am #

    Steve!…dazzling!…”i got up.walked up the shops.Forgot my money.Hate it when that happens!The sheilaat the shop was a hotty though.walked to the beach.It was pked,so i walked off.”You make everything magical SK!where I grew up,I was surrounded by surfers,and “kath n kims” from the beach,to the clubs.Their language always seemed so 2 dimensional..It bored me..the quoted abbreviated version of your tale,that I put here,is how many things are for me now{coz of the lack of sight}and the otherworld of beauty is a place that i have always thank you for the ROCK my senses,with your words…I do hope she gives you a freebie,when you go back to the shop!..have a gorgeous day SK!…love to you,as always,gen xxxxx x

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 5:34 am #

    loving hurly burly

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    sharka | 5 October 2007 at 6:14 am #

    Kilbey, for a while I was in there, in your caravan.

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 6:22 am #

    knowledge + 🙂 ;=))) .more music? It’s quite grand,is it not?could make an album of these SK!…and may I add….EXQUISITE!!!!!!! thank-you for being the immaculate being that you are! x

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    isolde | 5 October 2007 at 7:06 am #

    oh you’re still there good
    its high tide now
    time for a walk before sundown

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 7:21 am #

    Oh,wow SK! Loving your stories lately.Just beautiful….

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    Faye | 5 October 2007 at 7:28 am #

    a place of peace and love for all of us! xo peace n love xo

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 7:54 am #

    fantastic writing – i’m think it likely gives all us readers a flicker of events in our own pasts – these are the sort of entries i like the best

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 8:37 am #

    belly-dancers on the beach at dusk SK?

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    triantelope | 5 October 2007 at 9:26 am #

    you’re on a roll my friend… beautiful stuff.

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 10:04 am #

    hurly burly 4? more? please?tonight?SK?huh?eh?maybe?reckon?if we’re really good?…Yooohooo?I’ll make ya famous…gorgeous stuff SK1!in the true meaning of gorgeous..delicious wordof gorgeous Mr.K!g!

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 10:55 am #

    yeah and bring out those milk arrowroots

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 10:58 am #

    Is this the real life?

    Is this just fantasy?


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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 11:06 am #

    But it’s Fried day night, sk’d be on the ricadonna, buzzz choccie & jazz by now, no time for ttb tonight right?????
    Love Amanda

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    lily was here | 5 October 2007 at 11:07 am #

    Or a beautiful dream trilogy

    Sue x

    * First Witch: “When shall we three meet again / In thunder, lightning, or in rain?”
    * Second Witch: “When the hurlyburly’s done, / When the battle’s lost and won.” — MacBeth

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 11:31 am #

    frazzled ‘n speeding through red lights
    just to miss our flight 0471019283er
    waiting, wainting, waaiiitinggg
    for the blue angels to get off
    our runway
    the nerve
    so they are allowed in fleet week
    tinku and yogi
    together in the silvery bird
    r smiles wide
    takes scenic route
    schedule is now foul mess
    tinku, “we made it”
    yogi, “grrrrrr, a lesson for you, scholar”
    I cue Donavan, Alka Bhatnagar, and SK….all Hurdy Gurdys
    through the clouds
    light, shadow, rain, darkness
    ‘hey, now I know where this dream came from’
    it was the charter section of Boise Airport
    state of the art

    mom greets us….
    we n kids go to see Weird Al Yankovic on a friday nite
    a treat for empty humor libraries
    even out here in the wild wild west

    I’m a seahorse out of water.


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    verdelay | 5 October 2007 at 11:36 am #

    The change began when instead of saying to myself:

    “I will remember this moment”

    I said instead:

    “I am remembering this moment”

    That was when I knew at last that I was dying.

    Slowly, imperceptably, but dying.

    Now, every time I am convulsed with DeJa Vu, I wave to the camera as my departing soul runs through the tapes.


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    The bubble in a bubble,tall n trouble{Mmmm} | 5 October 2007 at 11:36 am #

    could do with an enchanting blogge blog SK!…howza bout these mozzies?!.come on!?Blow us away!….Do you want to see us beg?…./eyes of Newton x

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 11:52 am #

    Oh dear sound kinda sad.When you write like this,the “lost-ness” makes me well up with tears.If you had your dream holiday,I’m sure you would have no trouble finding a caravan big enough for all your girls..I know that they give you so much joy and does mine..take em with you,on a holiday,yeah?They’d have such a great time,as well!…so,Mr.K…look at your travel brochures,and get out the sunscreen…./M.E.

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    very happily holidaying | 5 October 2007 at 12:20 pm #

    The perfect holiday! open invitation.a prior assumption of the great family gathering.get out the trestle table to fit everyone at dinner.It’s a joy,when family come to visit ya ,in your home town,and you ,in turn,then have a brilliant garden party/holiday,as ever it should be…/JB

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 12:31 pm #

    what’s the water like at the beach today,sk?if it’s warm enuff,you might just have to be on the lookout for an influx of migrants to your beloved Bondi…I see a mandarin,in the springwater..x

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 12:53 pm #

    gosh… this is a harsh world, indeed. really astonished.

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    XXXXXX | 5 October 2007 at 1:11 pm #


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    The Way of Things | 5 October 2007 at 2:35 pm #

    When something is extraordinary…extraordinary things can and will happen.It is the way of extraordinary things.The word “surreal”, is just as relevant as it’s little sister “real”…only,incorporating the sublime,as it’s measure.Faith,Trust,and Love,will envelope the world,one day,soon….x

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    Brien Comerford | 5 October 2007 at 2:56 pm #

    Sk’s creative and mindblowing prose seems to emanate from his conciousness, subconcious, imagination, vivid memories and amazing dream-world. His mixture of harrowing existentialsm and solacing spirituality makes everything so compelling.

    This psychoanalysis was presented to you by a person whose doctor has him on three psychiatric medications to make it through the day. Your’s truly direly needs them. I am now addicted to “After Evertyhing Now This”. So superior to any Crowded House CD. I admit the latter are sometimes very great.

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    Cee | 5 October 2007 at 3:01 pm #

    the sun was yellow
    the sky was royal blue
    and for most people
    it was enough

    El sol amarillo
    el cielo azul royal
    y para la mayoria de la gente
    era suficiente

    Besos a todos,

  35. avatar
    Candy | 5 October 2007 at 3:27 pm #

    Simply….sweet dreams…love .

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    "Freaky Conclusions" | 5 October 2007 at 3:47 pm #

    “what are you doing listening to “probability”{and loving it!} at 2 oclock in the morning?”{who said a disc could talk,anyway?}….I love this cd sk!…/cwx

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    kat | 5 October 2007 at 5:29 pm #

    those days came and went so fast.. indeed. so wonderful, sk.

    greetings and blessings to all fiends always.


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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 5:48 pm #

    morning sk! x you are so lovely x

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    veleska1970 | 5 October 2007 at 7:04 pm #

    **ooof** i need a vacation. desperately. to a warm beach, somewhere…..

    your description is so precise, steve, i can literally smell the warm salty ocean air. and feel the slightly scratchy but caressing of the sand. and hear the gentle whoosh of the waves….

    all is good. 🙂

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 8:00 pm #

    I love you SK! . x

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 10:33 pm #

    hello Steven!…good morning to you,Mr sparkley pantz!do ya feel like dancin’today?I am taking advantage of my second last school holiday sleep in..soooo lush..I even got brekky in bed..a lovely piece of p.butter{SUPER crunchy,with it’s red capo on}toast,and a smashingly lukewarm cup of tea!..bless her little heart!{though somewhere,somehow,I do believe,that part of the plan was to “butter me up” for a shortbread making festival,in our kitchen…it’s kinda like a sculpture festival,then we cook the bikkies,then….EATEM~!!!}..tis good fun,and YUMMY! lovely to have your blog in front of our mugs today,this morning?!******…glorious day to you sk!sunshine and laughter in your heart twinkles in your eyes,and fire to your fingers!{was that a hint?}…love to you ,as always,gen xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 3:00 am #

    Is there anybody………outthere?…or didja all go to the TTB bar at the ends of the universe?…someone order me a strawberry daquiri?please…..x

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    Centuryhouse | 6 October 2007 at 3:24 am #

    Steve, I love these last three you’ve written.

    While you’re certainly not repeating yourself or any such thing, the mood they evoke reminds me of the writing on the inside of the STARFISH album. You know – the “smell of crushed mint….dad’s car in the drive…bucket full of warm starfish” poem.

    The STARFISH poem and these HURLY BURLY writings are some of my favorites of what you’ve done. They remind me of an almost indescribable feeling I’ve had throughout life – the one that The Church’s music seemed to evoke and be so sympathetic to. It’s the reason I latched onto THE CHURCH and stayed with them all these years.

    It’s something serene, melancholy, solitary, vast, the calm beneath or beyond the storm. It’s regret, introspection, yearning, loss, acceptance, distance & internal perspective & orientation of place & time – and looking to what comes next as well.

    I remember having that same feeling reading Isaac Asimov’s “DOLPHIN ISLAND” when I was a teen.

    I don’t know how well that makes sense to anyone else, but I hope whatever it is you keep doing it.

    Nice work.

    Daniel W.

  44. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 3:39 am #

    really nice review.
    thanks for this, daniel.

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 4:07 am #

    so my first ever email? ICYA !..I love your blogge SK* Thanks..welcome inne.101 voluptuous days..she’s legal though…;-)))) x

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 5:52 am #

    Hi sk, hope you’re having a lovely day out in the warm sunshine. Is there a Part 4????
    Hope to hear from you soon.
    Love Amanda

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    Leelinau | 6 October 2007 at 6:27 am #



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    *X* | 6 October 2007 at 6:41 am #

    gorgeous…simply gorgeous U R !

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 7:33 am #

    a sturdy cloaking caravan,for protection from sharks and vultures,and creepies…heavenly!and to imagine..this caravan isfirstly and more incredibly,a thing so beautiful,that you would have only ever dreamed of inhabiting it.Now …that’s really magical…..x

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    Anonymous | 6 October 2007 at 5:55 pm #

    I heard,felt,and saw all of this..thank you sk.precious . ..*

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