posted on October 4, 2007 at 9:51 am

in the hinterland
outlying areas
small towns you never heard of
evans beach
emerald heads
mermaid river
valhalla park
sleep in the car beside the sea
at night the rolling surf drums on the shore
you listen to your radio and smoke
you fade into the songs yourself whole
you live each song in your blue car
the songs of that era
in the night beside the black and silver sea
no moon to illuminate your heart
faint stars only
and youll never get to sleep like this
all the love songs strip you back and sensitize you
you start to pickup on small details
realms you assumed uninhabited
the way the distant stars were in communication
the memories of people who used to live hereabouts
another song comes on the station drowning in static
someone has set one of mozart
or beethovens most beautiful pieces to rocknroll
and some girl is singing these words in my car
thru a tiny tinny radio speaker in a mazda
in the inky darkness it is a revelation
listen she sings
is it that i have always loved you
or was it a dream i had
in another life
answer me darling
oh tell me…
and the song is swallowed in white noise
and advertisements
shortwaves trying to focus in
blips on a faraway radar
the night is absolute
the sea once blue and inviting
contains unspeakably monstrous things
the shadows in the sand threatening
the wind whines in the barbed wire
how old are you i ask myself
how old am i you ask yourself
you see
it doesnt matter which way you ask it
you and i interchange able
projection and transference complete
you start the car
pull back onto the highway
your headlights shine through your own dust
the station totally tunes out
and the silence is taut with meaning
you pull into angel rocks at 3 am
drive into the caravan park then
a guy gets up and turns on a light
can i rent a caravan you ask
its been a long night you might as well add
the guy is wearing a dressing gown
yeah ok he says
he tosses you some keys
its the blue one down there with the light still on
jus’ for tonight ? he asks
you shrug
dunno notshore
ok see me in the morning he says
ok you say
drive down to blue one with light on
undo the door
its warm and stuffy but not unpleasant
crisp sheets
some arrowroot biscuits in cellophane
a low rounded roof
small cupboards
moths buzz around
the odd mosquito too
fucking things!
you pull off your clothes
and lie down in the caravans bed
its too short for you
but youre so so tired
its safe in here
safe to dream your dream
safe to slumber

30 Responses to “hurly burly part 2”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 11:27 am #

    Valla Park.
    Nambucca Heads.
    Sometime in the early 80’s.

    Camping. Jesus, am I camping? Yes. Out of doors. Jesus. There is no such thing as a pleasant insect OR sound at 3.30am in the morning when you’re camping. So much for nature. I’m jammed into this camp site cheek by jowl with fuck knows how many other lovers of the great outdoors….it’s just not….natural!!

    How did I get here? Me with the pointy boots and the fringed suede jacket outnumbered 100 to 1 by waxheads and pensioners…and how did I survive? Illicit gin and a walkman with one tape I played over and over beneath my mosquito net.

    Those were the days.


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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 11:45 am #

    Aw, that was sweet sk & sweet dreams ahead.
    Love Amanda

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 12:19 pm #

    bloody mozzies! I think I’d just about croak it!{ha-ha}think? I’d want to do something of the sort…./the encroaching wildlife x

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    Faye | 4 October 2007 at 12:29 pm #

    My mother always said”The only stars I like to camp under would be thos of the 5 star variety!”..under a leaf in the forest, in the right circumstances would do me just fine…Mmm..but I’m still not a great fan of camping.I have such a beautiful house,built in 1890,a renovated workers cottage.The people who lived here before me painted the inside n out in such welcoming bright and calming colours.My lounge room roof is work room is aubergine and mullberry.the outside of my house is deep red/rusty terracotta.It is inviting,if you have an eye for it.. peace and love . xo

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    Faye | 4 October 2007 at 12:32 pm #

    oops…the outside is the reddish colour AND teal!not that you can see much for the trees!..ah!coupla days! xo I like your story SK!..More,please? xo

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 12:34 pm #

    mosquitos are evil, evil, evil. period.i have pet mosquito wolves. yed indeed.

  7. avatar
    The Lady of the Lake | 4 October 2007 at 12:46 pm #

    are you coming for a swim?My water is oxygen.vanquish blood sucking insects.There’s nothing to fear,coming?confess…..

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    Phil | 4 October 2007 at 1:31 pm #

    Ah…scouts…the smell of slightly mouldy canvas, ..the guys with big egos and short dicks….the quiet sensitive ones…the slightly dodgy scout leader… least we out in the bush inhaling eucalyptus droplets in the air…smelling the earth as we dug like crazy to make a pit fire….earth coal ovens mimicking the tribes before us….the weirdness of the Australian ether engulfing my skin…where am I?

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 1:41 pm #

    sounds like “Twighlight Zone” heaven to me SK! are the stars blue?Is the moon pink?do the trees still themselves,as you walk before them?It’s the omnipresent.It’s all there,for you.You will have your otherworldly bliss at this caravanserai…..x

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    Vlad the Impaler | 4 October 2007 at 1:47 pm #

    when you’re finished with the mosquitos,can you put them in my seasoning grinder..I prefer them to salt n pepper

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    lily was here | 4 October 2007 at 2:07 pm #

    Ive just been camping, it comes naturally to me…much more than solid walls and electric lights.. while you were blowing them away in melbourne, i was struggling in the wind with my tent 🙂 but its nice to be home here again under the stars, and isnt there just nothing as cosy and beckoning as a warm, soft bed in a rusty old caravan sue x

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    Candy | 4 October 2007 at 2:23 pm #

    sweet tangy citronella! marshmallow pillows. strawberry jelly sheets. ah nuts!there’s a possum on the roof.. the lovely rocky road.. x

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    matthew | 4 October 2007 at 2:26 pm #

    Cool stuff Steve, very evocative. For me, it was a Datsun 180B.

  14. avatar
    John Garratt | 4 October 2007 at 2:55 pm #

    You and I.


    Anyone here read “Lucid Living”?

    John Garratt

  15. avatar
    That nice kinda strange night,that embraces us | 4 October 2007 at 3:09 pm #

    beautiful one,good night….xo

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 3:38 pm #

    p.s. You are so very clever SK,and completely enchanting.I could read this a million times,and just become more and more inspired. * yes…

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    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 4 October 2007 at 5:13 pm #

    Camping huh, eye remember camping in the 80’s with Randy and Eirik at ‘a’ state park, we were tripping on acid and having ‘a’ blast until the park ranger came by and told us to quiet down, oh how eye love VW camper vans…

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    davem | 4 October 2007 at 5:43 pm #

    You paint these pictures so well Killer.
    We just don’t have that sense of space over here. If we drive until 3am we’ve done one end of the country to the other, whilst in a constant traffic jam, under the surveillance of more cameras than Diana and Dodi.
    I love the sea too. I live in the most land-locked part of blighty and envy your daily splash. Another ten years and I’ll be by the coast too…..Chrunch on the ipod……salty wind in my “hair”.

  19. avatar
    Cee | 4 October 2007 at 6:06 pm #

    I’m hanging out with Faye’s mom!

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 6:10 pm #

    *;-))))))))* mornin’ killa!* love .

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    fantasticandy | 4 October 2007 at 10:26 pm #

    too many memories…too much longing involved with them….
    i can’t just make flippant comments about these last few entries.
    but i am listening steve….very intently….
    andy L.

    p.s.brien…i think you may particularly enjoy our latest selection……..

  22. avatar
    the dean | 4 October 2007 at 10:31 pm #

    Crescent Head, mushrooms, sitting on the headland watching the rainbow spray off the waves, distant cry of a gull. Hitching a ride.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 10:53 pm #

    Hi sk, I know it’s early but I hope your enjoying the morning so far. I just had a listen to a live version of “Fly” on your Myspace site, it’s so good to hear that song again, I love it so much, one of my fave songs ever. (cute pic too!!)

    Have a beautiful day.
    Love Amanda

  24. avatar
    lily was here | 4 October 2007 at 11:10 pm #

    ps you and David Bridie did “Another Girl, Another Planet”!

  25. avatar
    Thelonious | 4 October 2007 at 11:30 pm #

    Sk, caravans, satin green pillow covers, the dust of those who have slept before you.

  26. avatar
    isolde | 5 October 2007 at 12:25 am #

    there is something time/space capsule-like about those old caravans, something safe and cubby house like, a place to escape and dream and go back in

    are you staying another night?

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 12:48 am #

    good morning Steven!…You are so incredibly gifted with this storytelling bizzo,ain’t ya?…so talented…another wonderous tale from the eternal vault/spring…have you always been this way?….wow SK!….and ,Mmmmmmmm ..yeeez…have just returned from your myspace site…can i use profanities,please?…or is there a caravan site available in the myspace courtyard?…That voice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!and I love all of the’s been the soundtrack to my “KFM”{kid free morning}.”fly”especially ,has grand significance,for me,in my life.I love that one especially…TEASE!!!…but my head n my voice just wanna break out into the chiming of One day”..what a song!!I reckon I’d call it 2 day,or 131313 days!…anyway SK,hope you are having a beautiful day…love,as always,gen xxxxxooooo PS..well!….just as i finish my comment…streets of your town,comes onto my daughter’s alarm clock radio…there’s one for ya! puta is being a dodgey dodgey moo at the mo…so skuse any fechnical tuckups xxxxx

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    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 4:25 am #

    F’ken eggsepshonelle!..x

  29. avatar
    veleska1970 | 5 October 2007 at 6:59 pm #

    i’ve never been camping, but you’ve described it so eloquently, steve, that i feel like i could be there now…. 🙂

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 10:41 pm #

    Peaceful rowdiness…is “The Way of Things” SK! love .

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