posted on April 8, 2007 at 2:11 am

east of sunday
in a bizarre n seemingly random universe
opened up by ritualized movement
the eagle fills me with sight
oh renewal
oh rebirth
i see all the beautiful places
no longer existing
the green and tree lined street where i lived
in biblical times
those white white houses
in the nice part of jerusalem
oh yes there some nice parts
cool arbours fountains amazing views
music the cabbala my furniture
it was our present
our everyday
we knew no other
we enjoyed the luxuries of warm nights
a warm night is universal language
an evening descending
like your lover coming down a spiral staircase
oh words fill your mouth with praise
to me everything is personified
im having relationships with inanimate objects i hardly know
the wires are shrieking out to me
as i past
as i am transformed in the liquid time
gliding down the years
i remember this day long ago
this very easter sunday
waking up on a camp bed beside my parents
and finding a little box of chocolates
with an egg in the middle
as smart as i was i never tried to decipher the symbology
i didnt stop to ask about what it all meant?
a chocky is a chocky is a chocky
and my father said all these things that made the ladies laugh
and i wanted to make all the ladies laugh too
but when i got my chance it never came out right
easter meant a big crowd
and now i realise they were all drinking…
is that why the ladies were all laughing?
i watched a film of this period
everything swaying 46 years ago in an orangish glow
the men in white shirts n greased back hair
all clutching big dark cold beers
the women all sit together giggling
as the camera man (my father)
swoops in and films their legs
occaisionally a little freckle faced kid
with dark hair runs about thru the frame aimlessly
hey thats me
i didnt even know i was the time being then
but some awful restlessness was gnawing at me
i dont know why you should care
and maybe you dont
my childhood was still more enchanted
and im so grateful to the people who made it all possible
made it possible for me to be a childe
and for me to indulge in my long imagineering
when i’d disappear for hours with a deck of cards
or a bag of marbles
later on i got a double breasted pinstripe suit
and wore it to uncle ken n aunty irenes wedding
then a few months later
i wore it to my 1st girlfriends big sisters christmas party
and i stood on her verandah as they all laughed at me
in a nice way
cos i was wearing a suit
and there was a guy there called claudio
and he was playing wild records on the record player
and he was younger than me
but he seemed infinitely more groovy
t t bs questing beast :
finding guys who are “groovier” than him
and slavishly admiring them
you know i do it with sam s
n a few others
the past is waiting
very patiently
for us
theres something in it for you
if you dare enter another mans past
oh easy there…!
take off your shoes
and dont trample my memories sunshine
its easter sunday eternal
palm trees the passover
christ riding that little donkey
just like it says he would in the old test
they cheer ya one day
they murder ya the next
such is the fickleness of fame
jesus who wrote such good lyrics
to hits like
ah…just forgive em
hey try n love that bastard a little
the meeks shall inherit the world
and you laugh laugh laugh
didnt you
you say
oh man dont give me jaysus sk
no no no
no proselytizing here on my blogge
you know
this man was something good
even tho bad guys twisted it bitterly
the original man was very nice
or whatever
you dont take religious advice
of an olde washed up pop singers blogge do ya?
my advice is open up to possibilities
thats it
youve created a veneer
but its keeping you in
as well
as keeping it out
a guy made a million bucks by thinking of
dont worry be happy
it was there for the taking
like a ripe fruit fulla money
people wanted to pay to hear him say it
dont worry be happy
im suddenly distracted
ice formations glitter in my minds eye pod
i dont care how its spelt
im spellman not spell-man
spellman was a guy i could admire
with his hair n clothes
boy what a dandy
i’d hate to meet him these days
oh there were a few of those local legends
always in the thick of things
wherever it was all happ’nin’
there they were
backstage with the band
or at the mall with some girls
or in the winning footy side
or catching the biggest waves
always dressed just right
in bone cords n houndstooth flannely
with suntanned feet
and sunblonded salt twisted hair
i am but a shadow of these guys
these long gone half imagined idols
hanging round bowling alleys
drinking fanta
and waiting till the girls from another school arrive
can you play a guitar
no but im trying to learn
im too skinny for football
and i cant see the sense in getting hurt
for a stupid fucking ball
i cant bear to see my pretty face messed up
thats why i always declined a fight
i seen a busted nose n a black eye
and i liked my nose nice n straight as it is
and my teeth even though they were a bit yellowish
with white patches at the front
well i didnt wanta lose em in some fight
better to lose face
than lose ones face
thats my saying
you can use it if you want
but please credit me if you do
its just common courtesy isnt it?
im gonna go n have a falafel with my brother john
bye now

18 Responses to “i-brain shuffle”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 3:38 am #

    have been thinking muchly about the many betrotheds idea these past years but i think an open marriage is the way to go

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 3:49 am #

    i thunk thay were cool for aboutten minutes as well…….when the ROMANTICS you have as parents call you Genevieve…..and yer tall n pale ,with a mane of rust…ya got an iq o 162 nyou growing up on the g.coast……oh …is soooooooooo lovely when one comes into ones own…….safe sage travels…… …….xxxxxgenx

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    ...being here, doing this... | 8 April 2007 at 4:21 am #

    “the nazarene n buddha (you fat bastard)
    both trying to get you to see
    if you had faith you could move mountains
    i mean that happens at whatever meta-level
    you wanna deal with it on
    dont tell me to choose between the 2
    i take the good bits that i like from all n any of em”


    Why did I visit the Magic Monastery? Well, I’m a monk myself, and the strangest thing happened in my monastery. We had a visit from the Buddha. We prepared for it, and gave him a very warm, though solemn, welcome. He stayed overnight, but he slipped away very early in the morning. When the monks woke up, they found grafitti all over the cloister walls. Imagine! And do you know what he wrote? One word – TRIVIA – TRIVIA – TRIVIA – all over the place.

    Well, we were in a rage. But when I quieted down I looked about and realised, “Yes, it is true.” So much of what I saw was trivia, and most of what I heard. But what is worse, when I closed my eyes, all inside was trivia. For several weeks this was my experience, and my very efforts to rectify it just made it worse. I left my monastery and headed for the Magic Monastery.

    The Brother showed me around. First, the Hall of Laughter. Everything fed the flame of laughter, big things and small, sacred and solemn, inconsequential. Only laughter there.

    Next, the Room of Sorrow. The very essence of bitter tears – those of the bereaved mother, the lonely, depressed. Only sorrow here.

    Now the Hall of Words. Words upon words, spoken and written. Alone, they must have had some sense, but all together – total confusion. I cried out, “Stop! Stop!” but I was only adding words to words.

    Next, the great Hall of Silence. Here, there is no time.

    He took me finally to the Hall of Treasures. “Take anything you want,” he whispered. The heart of Jesus, the smile of a Buddha, the wisdom of Solomon, the compassion of Mary. What to take?

    I chose the heart of Jesus, and with it I am heading back to my monastery. What would you pick? – Fr. Theophane Boyd


  4. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 8 April 2007 at 4:45 am #

    It *would* be a shame to mess up such a face, eh?

  5. avatar
    veleska1970 | 8 April 2007 at 5:06 am #

    hope your easter is a good one!!

    lotza love….

  6. avatar
    EARTHFRIEND | 8 April 2007 at 5:31 am #

    me wood like to join you 2 if that’s okay, the falafels are on

  7. avatar
    ~ | 8 April 2007 at 6:33 am #

    in warm nights
    stars burned brightly
    compassion afterglow
    passion sunset
    ruby glow
    cast upon white walls
    cherubs coo
    sing and sigh
    baby’s breath forming perfect circles
    sand shaken out of sandals
    soothed heals
    in patience
    and sacred dances
    a gift granted by time
    they dip their feet
    into crystal waters
    leaving no stone unturned
    leaving footprints
    although their feet
    did not echo on the earth
    footprints in a heaven
    they see in each other
    by the well
    he dusts her off
    takes her hand
    she smiles when he does
    she’s sad when he is
    she admires his gentle courage
    she holds Great Love in her eyes and heart
    she understands this Gift
    as best she can
    as it unfolds
    as it flowers
    in eternal easters
    she is hungry to know
    the things she knows he must
    the things that burn behind his eyes
    she cries for him
    she sighs for him
    she’d carry it if she could
    she’s not as strong
    love gives her fierce courage though
    to lift him as high as she can
    for others to see how bright
    this star
    shines in the east
    a guiding light
    to call home
    she washes the briar cuts
    with kisses salty from tears
    and sweet from her love
    he picks her up in his arms
    she is actually
    small and delicately framed
    she feels vast and insignificant
    in his warmth
    she crys “no, what have they done to you”
    you’re beautiful face, you love
    even those that fight
    he says, baby don’t be sad
    I will return
    if you light the candles
    in the lighthouse
    I will carry you home
    through the tides
    of time


  8. avatar
    fandorin | 8 April 2007 at 7:21 am #

    blogg software called me “~” when i posted the easter poem.

  9. avatar
    Fandorin | 8 April 2007 at 7:24 am #

    easter theatre
    (andy part ritch)

    Gold sun rolls around
    Chocolate nipple brown
    Tumble from your arms
    Like the ground your breasts swell
    Land awake from sleep
    Hares will kick and leap
    Flowers climb erect
    Smiling from the moist kiss of her rainbow mouth

    Stage left
    Enter easter and shes dressed in yellow yolk
    Stage right
    Now the son has died, the father can be born
    Stand up
    If wed all breathe in and blow away the smoke
    New life
    Wed applaud a new life

    Odin mounts the tree
    Bleeds for you and me
    Splashing on the lamb
    Gamboling with springs step
    Buds will laugh and burst
    Racing to be first
    Turning all the soil
    As the promptress fingers through her spinning script

    Easter … in her bonnet
    Easter … in her hair
    Easter … are the ribbons
    She tied everywhere

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 7:31 am #

    Sbs last nite Sean Kelly & Anne McCue performed a splendid version of Under The Milky Way. Maybe you missed it.

  11. avatar
    captainmission | 8 April 2007 at 7:36 am #

    i saw a terrible version of utmw on some show last night, it almost made me weep but apparently some people seemed to like it.

  12. avatar
    ~ | 8 April 2007 at 8:09 am #

    Good Fr~
    place a kiss upon your forehead
    golden grrl
    a miniture compared to buddhas big ol belly
    29″ around the moon a bit generous these days
    closer to a 7
    (green) tea he!
    zen dude
    thank you for sharing your Insight
    from this
    we are blessed
    to learn from
    each other


  13. avatar
    ~ | 8 April 2007 at 8:43 am #

    sweet irony!
    all the poets
    in bloom
    makin me blush
    like a cherry blossom
    ha! ha! ha!
    ain’t life rich?


  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 10:06 am #

    captainmission is not my “freind”. sos…

  15. avatar
    Leelinau | 8 April 2007 at 10:31 am #

    ♫ + ♥

    Did someone change the frequency!?


  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 10:55 am #

    Some nice memories there sk. Good luck on your flight to Europe tomorrow, Ihope you can post us a farewell blog before you go.
    Goodnight and sweet dreams,
    love Amanda

  17. avatar
    nickfiction | 8 April 2007 at 11:17 am #

    i like this alot , thanks …NF

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2007 at 2:19 pm #

    jesus and sk on one stage. that would be excellent. buddha on the tambourine????

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