posted on October 4, 2007 at 1:31 am

who cares?
i give up
i give up giving up
i sit on a wall in the shade pulling on my boots
a pleasant breeze ruffles the leaves overhead
the sea was cold
the currents were strong
the rip ran deep
the cold sea like a woman with its moods
a woman like the sea with her deep secrets
green grass blue sky white buildings
everyones on holiday and the dream is beginning
the last of day of school finds you sadder than you thought
the empty classroom left with regrets
the discarded uniform never to be worn again
the music fading in the corridors
one last look around then
finality
childhoods end
the blackboards are all green
the lessons are all over
you return home to live up your new freedom
the phone never rings
you jump in your blue car and drive and drive
out into a wild frontier land and almost beyond
the lake that swallowed the land looms on the left
that swampy smell n children fishing from the bridge
the isle of capri
the land of plenty
homecoming
a beautiful woman is hitch hiking
your head says stop
but your foot goes down heavy on the gas instead
you see her lovely form recede in the rearviewmirror
the eternal separation
the aesthetics of loss
for the next thousand seconds
you cant get it out of your mind
but you drive on into the future awaiting you nonetheless
stopping at a servo
halfway to angel rocks on the old coast road
everything in the dusk has unbearable significance
the man at the register winks knowingly
its almost too much to walk in these darkening pastures
at a picnic table i drink fanta and eat my smiths crisps
the birds in the bush twitter and coo
the creatures in the grass rustle and are silent again
i think about that song
that song that reminds me of you and breaks my heart
suddenly the darkness and aloneness feel so sweet
another car pulls in the servo
a plane flies overhead white n red lights flashing
you get back in and drive on
school has begun
and someone else sits in your old seat
pleasantly cocooned in childhood
the way you never will be again
its nearly lunchtime out there now
and the kids are eating toasted sandwiches and flirting
the teachers in the staff room drinking tea
the rowing team at the regatta
the debaters prepare in the library
but you
you ride this dusty road taking wrong turns
you sit alone in fast food places under fluoro lites
drinking thick shakes
showering in a sea side change room
you catch sight of yourself
a vague stranger
all grown up

30 Responses to “hurly burly”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 2:33 am #

    It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.

    B.Bon

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    craig1.618 | 4 October 2007 at 2:38 am #

    i 2nd that b.bon

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 2:41 am #

    I third that B.Bon!…..xxA

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 3:10 am #

    Where are the agents?
    This is sublimely good.

    Kittykatxxx

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 3:39 am #

    i turn on ipod
    shuffle deals me
    crystalline rush of your love
    i turn corners and i ‘m sure
    that stranger i see is you
    what are the chances?
    melancholia seeps out of blog
    and over me
    i wish for you light
    i wish for you love
    i wish for the time to tell you so

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 3:40 am #

    well your just an antenna!!!

    The buzzwak.

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 3:41 am #

    nice paulio..

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    mugginyapal | 4 October 2007 at 3:44 am #

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 4:21 am #

    do you remember the smell of the brown paper bag,infused with that hot banana,and vegemite sandwitch?{?} Ha-ha!…hitch-hikers in the sea…and here’s to the second childhood!..funny you should mention it actually b,bom…i have had 4 five foot {rough and toothless}pirate-esses over to play for today’s heat wave…and I’ve just been swamped and trashed by a bombardment of waterbombs{and the little buggers started “getting”me before i donned the bikini as well!}..backin’ up …great blog as usual SK!..you are marvellous!..a beautiful day to you sir!…love,as always,gen xxxxxooooo

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    Thelonious | 4 October 2007 at 4:42 am #

    Hey SK, nailed it again. School days such a swell of good & bad memories & the longing to return but fear as well. Before I left work last night I purchased from itunes Gilttrip which I have never heard before. Sat down and listened to ir in the loungeroom with the fam’ whilst they watched the awful spicks n specks. Very bad parenting, they call that being present but disattached. Is very common in Fathers my age group. Nevertheless I enjoyed the CD very, very much. Whilst listening I noticed Lloyd Cole was one of the contestants on the show so I stopped listening to hear what he has to say. I have liked Lloyd Cole for a while & have a few of his CDs including an instrumental one he did not dissimilar actually to Gilttrip. I always thought he was quite cool in a NY sort of way but after watching the show I realised that he is like me a fairly daggy,overweight, regular 40 something type bloke. Musics still ok but the coolness is definately gone. By the way what inspires people to go on that show? It is mindless crap. Have a great day fellow commentators around the globe & SK in Bondi.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 4:44 am #

    ” ” x infinity plus one to the above b.bon! x

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    Faye | 4 October 2007 at 5:16 am #

    what a lucky man you are!there’s got to be a whole lot of ladies out there who’d just burst if they looked at their reflection in the mirror and saw Steven Kilbey!and a whole lot of menwould be quite content as well if they saw something close to you! peace and love . xo

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    Tantalized | 4 October 2007 at 5:45 am #

    Oh WOW! * :)))) how incredibly cool is this blogge SK?! love .

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    Olde Amps | 4 October 2007 at 6:31 am #

    Hey SK,

    I’ll apologise in advance for writing something off-topic, but I wondered if I could make a request…can you write something beautiful about trees and the beautiful gift of nature? I need something to make me feel better about the pulp mill in Tasmania?

    Sorry…don’t want to turn the old blog into a political quagmire…but I know you respect these things…and you conjure magic with these words…and magic can make such a big difference to such a seemingly hopeless situation.

    I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow.

    Have a lovely evening.

    Yours,
    Olde Sad Amps
    x

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 6:46 am #

    I sure do miss the cafeteria mashed potatoes and corn, and the butter cookies, oh man, I shouldna membered that one…
    I might have to stop by on that good day..

    I dig your writes from the memory vault ..good bad and ugly… I too get alot of amusement from remembering
    it usually finds its way in the dreamscape which is an added bonus… but the best is the remembered dream, with its funky obtuseness and all…

    p.s. you should bind this in papyrus
    take care sk…
    peace and blessings

    jaime r………

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 7:03 am #

    Sk, the first few lines of this blog make me worry about you. Your blogs have been making me so teary eyed lately, don’t know what it is. It must be the spring air, or maybe I’m STILL suffering deep withdrawl symptoms from last Friday….come back soon ttb!!!!
    Have a lovely night whatever you get up to.
    Love Amanda

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 8:19 am #

    just privately,I find this longing for sweeter times,and tthe discovery of the unknown,inspiring.this postie especially..I love you SK!you make the world so beautiful.

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 9:58 am #

    bypass the carSK,go the teleporter SK!..wouldn’t that be just the best?..please tell us more about the tour..do you have dates yet?how long does a tour usually go for?please keep us up to date…/jbx

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    the dean | 4 October 2007 at 10:04 am #

    Were you really that sad on the last day of school?

    As for me, it was a most joyous day, the future lay untold and I wanted nothing more than to be a complete and utter bum. I’m a success.

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    veleska1970 | 4 October 2007 at 10:15 am #

    while i certainly don’t miss grade school or high school at all, i do miss college. i guess it was after that was when i realized that childhood was definitely gone, never to return again. :*(

    and now i’m working with young school-age kids. i just want to hug them and tell them (urge them~?~!) to enjoy it while they have it….it goes away quickly.

    a very introspective blog today, steve.

    lotza love…..

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    Daberhasher | 4 October 2007 at 10:25 am #

    spot on… or,
    how to nail the ephemeral…
    felt that one mightily…

    cheers then,

    erik

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    isolde | 4 October 2007 at 11:04 am #

    this is like listening to you singing wide open road
    the children in the school yard
    the bird
    the driving away

    i was sad too
    cos there were all those people that you might not necessarily catch up with as friends but it was kind of nice to have them around

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 12:32 pm #

    every blasted second of those years meant an eternity’s worth of something to me. yeah, sk, yeah.

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    Anonymous | 4 October 2007 at 12:56 pm #

    oh,wow.sometimes i don’t read into things{especially my own}jesus!that’s a result of a dim receiver,yeah?..man o man!blow me down with a feather!..love . so truly! .

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    Brien Comerford | 4 October 2007 at 2:21 pm #

    I truly need this dreamy, reflective and assuaging blogs especially after reading the nighmarish BBC News about mountain gorillas, hippos and elephants being ruthlessly massacred in the hellish Congo on a daily basis. The majestic creatures have nobody to protect them from malevolent and savage killers. Mankind is so unkind!!!

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    John Garratt | 4 October 2007 at 2:49 pm #

    Recently I’ve thought “I’m too young to be having this child, I still remember my childhood like it was yesterday.” Then I realize that I’m going to be fucking 30 in two months and it’s time to wake-the-fuck up.

    Oops, ended with a preposition again.

    John Garratt

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 12:54 am #

    put your head into my hands,the ending is so great…xo providence..love .

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    ;*)=*3... | 5 October 2007 at 4:28 am #

    MMM-mmm! x

  29. avatar
    lily was here | 5 October 2007 at 6:43 am #

    I care! If that counts for anything

    x

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 October 2007 at 6:54 am #

    Oi!…Lily Sue shine!..watcha doin down here? xxx and another x coz I think you’ve read the book already…/ a happy camper


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