posted on February 10, 2006 at 10:47 pm

what a strange day saturday is…
and shouldnt it be that
you work for 2 days
and get 5 off
consider the beasts who toil not
but are amply provided for
all they have
all the want
all they need
just providence
why are we working?
they all get the same stuff
the basic essentials
its all laid on
sometimes its a bit of a struggle i guess
i feel most critters
would rather spend 5 hungry cold winters
and being free
slavin’ up in a factory
but well fed
have you ever thought of a word
and rolled that word around on yer minds tongue
until it begins to seem completely ridiculous
say steven kilbey
a hundred times over and over
then say
memo akmibo aloha ma
does that feel any better?

well im sorry
the sun is shining
the ghosts having fled
i sitting down in yonder cafe
and lo ; he blogged
and he blogged that all readers everywhere
would stop by each day
spend a mexican minute
to squint thru my load o olde nonsense
to amuse ya for the sake of it
no ulterior motives
except to remind you
if you buy all 5 of my new ballet dvds
kh are throwin in one sk sculpture replica
all made from recycled ivory
and gnarwhales teeth
so the phones are ready now….

maybe i should move into ballet
surely they need some one like me
to shakem all up
i could choreo
main male lead prancing ninny
do music
do backdrop
record it
direct it
its a goldmine
a velvet goldmine
seriously tho my friends
sculpture for your humble egomaniac
thats not so absurd
i love to subtract
ah subtractive processes really turn me on
you have a big slab of sound
or paint
its just a big pig of a mess
then you start to take stuff away
its turning into its self
grab those screaming guitars that are goin all the time
now just punctuate with em
real quick but let their reverb
hang about disproportionately
that drum thing
take half of em out
let the bass throb
instead of pump
so you got a block
you start to chisel
but unlike rocknroll
you gotta be real careful
cos ya cant undo this
youre stuck with whatever ya do
but you cant think about that
you put that chisel
and yer hand hits just so hard
youre aligned with a vein in the marble
too hard this is gonna split
i bet rodin would have dug me
im just joshin’ ya
(he still might have..)
youll be please to know
or maybe not
that i working on my 1st ever
abstract painting
its a lot more fun
than trying to paint something
if only i’d thought to paint
a long time ago
jesus we had a weird art teacher at bully high
it was 1967 baybee
the summer of love
she was the first real hippy woman
i ever saw or met in my life
in the flesh i mean
sure id seen em on the telly
on docos bout s.f.
but here one was
long blonde hair
strong underarm odour
(i guess thats optional
i presumed it signified eathiness)
flowing colourful clothes
and a kind of laissez faire attitude
about teaching
that was a lot different from the dickensian idiots
across the storm water drain at bully primary
she didnt think i was much chop
and she hated me and my immature cronies
but some of the more grown up girls in our year
probably used to go round her house
drink cappucinos and read henry miller
im sure she smoked dope
i only remember one thing she said to me
kilbey….shut up!
most of my teachers were quite tired of me
almost immediately
but theres a difference to watching a film
and being in it
we can now look back on this and say
as we watch the screen
go little steven
kick against the pricks
you’ll grow up and write under the milky fucking way
but back then
in the real bullyneham high
i was just a skinny little bastard
with a lotta lip and prince valiant hair
they didnt know i’d turn out alright
thats why you gotta treat all kids nicely…
so in case they become famous
you end up in their memoirs
as an object of ridicule

im meeting the film man in half an our
wonder what malarkey he gonna try
and lay on my weary shoulders
i do not feel all that poh-lite to day
i hope its at least not absurd
bearing this in mind
i must nip this episode reasonably short
i guess
i’ll be seeing you…..

30 Responses to “implementing the mornings decisions”

  1. avatar
    Brad | 11 February 2006 at 12:26 am #

    funny how b.o. can smell good when it’s fresh. but let the punk funk go a couple days and the effect is lost.


  2. avatar
    12str | 11 February 2006 at 1:14 am #

    go with the flow maan!
    make a movie,make a difference…you allways do..
    to me,to us,to everyone that is reading this diary somehow strange but exceptional blogg.
    love your basslines,melodies,magic lyrics.
    mr SK you are a strange but magical character..
    wish you all the best for the future.
    i cant ever explain the inspiration you given me..
    happy reading your blogg..
    happy listening to your music..
    happy playing my guitar..
    happy beeing alive..

    keep on bringing joy and thoughts maan!

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2006 at 1:23 am #

    dear steve
    didn’t dutch pierre ask
    just the other day
    what next sk
    dancing with the stars?

    “maybe i should move into ballet
    surely they need some one like me”

    so is dutch pierre psychic?
    or are you responding to
    the power of suggestion?
    no matter
    i for one would
    love to see you

    your devoted
    soy latte

  4. avatar
    mike | 11 February 2006 at 1:48 am #

    who thought up working 5 days a week and 8 hours a day anyway? Yes, sometimes I long for more freedom – you always bring up good points!!

  5. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 11 February 2006 at 2:07 am #

    “Bully High – The Musical”
    Written and Directed by one
    Steven J. Kilbey

    just don’t make it too much
    like “grease”
    you’re the one that i want
    you…are…the one i want
    Oo! Oo! Oo!
    Maybe make it more
    “a pock o’ lips now”
    But beware my bard
    Paul Simon and
    Pete Townshend
    had a hard time
    translating their visions
    to the broadway stage


  6. avatar
    Laurie | 11 February 2006 at 3:30 am #

    Your blog makes me laugh uproariously like a tigger:)

    Sculpture? SCULPTURE? So you dig those blew poles. Lightning Fields, Observatory, Neon sculpture. Turrell is it and so’s R. Serra when it comes to abstract sculpture- there’s always room for more….

    You’ve never done an abstract? OK, you’re like my bro. w/a b-day of ’53, loved ya in Switzerland ’90 wearin’ your suit, now….it’s the best. Who’da thought back then that we’d be talking in cybeerspace?

    I thought you were a painter when I first saw and heard HEYDAY! It’s about time, you were born for this- ’tis amazing you’re enjoying the abstrakt.

    Love you baby!

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2006 at 4:40 am #

    @^above^, can you tell me what “blew poles” are? Just don’t get that one.


  8. avatar
    captainmission | 11 February 2006 at 4:41 am #

    abstractions make the art grow fonder

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2006 at 4:52 am #

    don’t be a pollock

  10. avatar
    Laurie | 11 February 2006 at 9:07 am #

    blew poles = something in Steve’s poem 🙂

    anyway- be as abstract as pollack or louise nevelson or andi warhol or gerhard richter or judy pfaff or frank stella or gehry or turrell or frankenthaller or picasso or klimt or your songs

    but mostly, be your abstract self.

  11. avatar
    oldchurchfan | 11 February 2006 at 1:24 pm #

    I love your stories. I don’t get to read them everyday but when I do I love them. We see ourselves in you and that means you’ve told a good story.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2006 at 1:40 pm #

    Kilbey, Have ya ever thought about writing a VEGAN recipe book with an musical sountrack?
    Just a thought….

    You could call it Under The Tofu Sky…

    Brian Turner

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2006 at 7:01 pm #

    kilbey, i’m lookin fer somethin more pithy

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2006 at 8:26 pm #

    Fer me it’s the timelessness, tirelessness of Violet Town; the empty streets, the spacey fly leadinto One Day, lyin in my bed at 24 with koss headphones, highasakite, happy as a lark whateverthatmeans. It’s dropping names with a killer drumbeat and bassline, but most of all YouTook with its patient building sonic blastomatic. Play it at my funerary Steve and boys and crank it up to ‘leven.

    saturdays are cool, but I’d rather have a month of sundays…

    come back to the states soon.


  15. avatar
    Malika | 11 February 2006 at 9:12 pm #

    So U are working on your 1st abstract painting !…
    Very interesting !
    Could you please tell me how it really feels to paint that way ??
    Yes I know, I understand : it’s such a pleasure !
    & thank U, I’ve found my inspiration. At last…
    I look forward to seeing your new works !

    Colour of Lorraine

  16. avatar
    Rubikon | 11 February 2006 at 9:52 pm #

    I’ve always thought that the purpose/function of school is purely to condition people to a 9-5 Monday to Friday existence – with 2 days off a week for good behaviour (and you’re supposed to worship your God for one of those anyway). They only give you enough educashun to make you a good productive citizen in the workplace. It’s institutionalised slavery really – we’re all slaves now – and most people can’t get enough of it.
    Luckily some of us are not so easily conditioned – or at least we like to think we’re not ;).

    Can’t wait to see your abstract paintings Steve – surprised it’s taken you so long!

    I hope the film isn’t “Die Hard in Alabaster” or something.

  17. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 11 February 2006 at 9:58 pm #



  18. avatar
    Laurie | 11 February 2006 at 10:14 pm #

    Hi Lorraine!!
    So how do you like Steve’s blog?!! I’m having a great time with it…..
    I’m pleased you decided to join in! & welcome

  19. avatar
    fergal | 12 February 2006 at 12:06 am #

    u made it thru
    i dunno how

  20. avatar
    MEM | 12 February 2006 at 3:47 am #

    abstraction maxim: (now there’s a word) – whoam i, whyam i whydoes any of this exist: …entering the blogoshpere one word at a time. lvmem

  21. avatar
    Everyotherman | 12 February 2006 at 7:11 am #

    SK – Please consider growing beyond the paisley shirted UMW writer by accepting there exists US citizen, meat eating fans who get you. I work on power point slides at my shitty job and its all Maya to me. I’m headphoned up shuffling through Forget Yourself, Sometime Anywhere and about a gig of other Church music that brings some sanity to my pathetic time here on this fucked up planet. I’ve read your poems, perused your art. But you sterotype me as a red white and blue dumbass, you don’t know me.

    I’m rounding 40, married 18 years, have 3 kids and an oppresive mortgage. I saw you live at a GAF tour in 1990. I marvel at the fucking stupidy of people who beleive American Idol showcases talent. I think I might be happier shivering in the cold but free of the chains of this civilization.

    I marvel that you think I am a sausage eating piece of shit who doesn’t get you. I get you, hell, I love you. Your art, your poetry, your lyrics, it challenges me to think deeper, wider. It’s a painted lens I look through and see the world anew.

    Have some faith, for all the sausage eating dumbasses out there, and they are out there, there are also a few who get you.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 February 2006 at 8:52 am #

    a question….
    if we’re all half angel and half animal, then why be vegan? since many animals are cornivorous/omnivorous -does it not stand to reason that our animal half also be the same? it’s a cycle of life after all in nature and someone’s gotta help keep the balance and keep it all turning, eh? if everyone was vegan we’d defoliate and overpopulate the place, no? someone’s gotta be the shark/tiger/t-rex don’t they? you can’t turn them into lambs or cows or kangaroos. you’ll have better luck beating swords into plowshres. you try to convince a lion to eat a salad and you’ll see what i mean. conversely if you fed a lion a cow, you could kill it -their bodies just can’t digest the fat. lions are funny that way.
    oh well…
    gilt trip makes for a good brekkie soundtrack
    a cuppa coffee
    a bit of fruit
    a pile o mash
    some onions
    pass the bangers

  23. avatar
    Semiramis | 12 February 2006 at 9:51 am #

    When you say you’ve painted your first abstract, do you mean in pastels or in paint? I’ve always thought of soft pastels as drawing rather than painting. I guess I’m just being pedantic. Oil painting sets my soul free for a while, even the smell of linseed oil calms me. Pastels are still too cerebral and chalky to tease you away from obsessions about outlines and marks and shapes.

  24. avatar
    Laurie | 12 February 2006 at 5:15 pm #

    I’m in the midst of going to a little town called Sausalito meaning: little sausage. Literally it was a ship building town during the big one. Ironically, I’m going there to photograph the harbors as I have an assignment in my online asbtract class to paint my interpretation of each movement, beginning with the Imressionists. I’ve always wanted to paint in the spirit of some greats like- Seurat and Signac, so here I go.

    We were just discussin’ in that class, where the 9-5 work day came from. Industrialism began in the mid-19 century, laws were created to keep the heirarchy from having the slaves work overtime….well, taxes for the commoners came about in the ’40’s here in Amerika. blah blah blah

    I’m so glad I have some outstanding people guide me through the evils of that 9-5 structure. I really cherish my 9-5, love it to death. I’m thinking any career has at least an 8 hour/day structure. Here’s the kicker- I thought the work-a-day was a means of escaping the evil empire of the family estate- I say *f all that. I like to live my life like a greeky arch/artist. Knowledge and its rewards are empowerment.

    *instead, currently digging the Impressionists approach- to defy the norms of the establishment and create an art all their own. Do you suppose that’s why that group is so renouned? It’s more than that- but pollitically? anyone?

    jeez- my 3ed post this episode.

  25. avatar
    Malika | 12 February 2006 at 6:13 pm #

    Hi Laurie,

    Well, I know Steve’s blog for some months.
    He had a wonderful idea.
    He’s so kind, lovely & human.
    I post a comment now & then,
    & you’ll certainly find others…
    So, painter U are ?
    Talked about mid 19th century ?!
    My fav’ period !
    Curious I am !
    But thank U.

    …………. ….. … .. .

    Now, this is for U Steve :

    ….Hey, by the way, U could write your poems on canvases ?
    That’s what I always do & that too is such fun U know !
    Try & use “une grande plume d’oiseau” [a big feather],
    A fine quality ink & then, write with your own handwriting.
    Just like lots of poets did ages ago on those beautiful papers…
    It’s just an idea…
    …But, yes, ok, do work like U feel…

    Malika, from Lorraine [North/East of France – beautiful place]

  26. avatar
    esskayer | 12 February 2006 at 9:22 pm #


    I’m rattin you out to the worlde, cuz I know who you are. As was foretold in the Book of Revelations, as the Epoch-lips closes near, a manne will come to Earth, woo many with his bohemian ways, hypnotize with his sweet musick and pomes, align himself with the misticks, the peace-lovers, the veget-aryans. He will amasse a growing legion of followuhs, starting with humble means–a blogge on Blogspot. Haven’t you noticed the commentz have gone from bout 20 to upwards of 45?? Soon worlde leaduhs will make the pilgrimage to SK’s blogge, waiting with baited breath for the next revelation from SK. They will seek answers, the truth. World religions will collapse as all is revealed. Little do they know, howevuh, what monstrous beast lurks behind a keybored in Sydney, plodding his planne for world domination. As he types with one claw, the other heaps platesful of meat into a grotesque, fanged mouth, drooling and dripping fat and gristle all ovah the keyes. He laughs a cacofanous laugh as he regurgitates a sea of bile onto his monitor. This is no rock starre. Beware! Don’t be fooled. It is the Beast, aka the Aunty-Christ. Remember that show in Sacramento, CA, 2004 at the Road Shack/Outhouse/Trash Heap? I’m sure you do. it was out in the middle of fuckin nowhere, like a truckstop on the River Styx leading to Hell. Remember when I walked in and you gave me a real dirty look? Man, y’all shouldda seen those beady eyes glarin back, like a mad dog in the fog, his true identity found out behind the grey bearded disguise and rock starre posturing. Beware the number of the Beast: SK’s 666th blogge. The end is near. Save yourselves.

  27. avatar
    eek | 12 February 2006 at 9:34 pm #

    I’ve come to the conclusion that cats are the highest form of being. Think about it. cats don’t suck up to anyone and they’ve all tapped into the god-like thing. When you look at a cat you can just see that divinity, and they know it.

  28. avatar
    eek | 12 February 2006 at 9:37 pm #

    Aha! You outted yourself esskayer. I wondered who you were. Now so much makes sense.

  29. avatar
    Laurie | 12 February 2006 at 10:12 pm #

    so, eek….was i right who esskayer is?

    but esskayer…how did you love the show in S.F. thereafter? didn’t Steve say he wanted to stick around for a coupla months?

    Hi Lorraine,
    To be honest, I thought you were my friend (also Lorraine) who lives very near to me. I’d turned her onto The Church and we were looking at the blog only two days ago. Non the less- I did realize I’d seen you here before with the name Malika as well. Please forgive my mistake- you sound beautiful all the same. The area you live is quite nice- I’ve been there only a couple of times.

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 12 February 2006 at 11:04 pm #

    Please please me,
    Hi Steve is there any chance you guys could sort out the mailing from Churchmerch? I assume you have probably already heard all this before, but, it’s kind of ridiculous, the delays and most of all the over-the-top price of postage. I and many other fans would be much keener to get extra goodies from you guys if it wasn’t such an expensive mess.
    Of course this is not a Boho genius’ field, but maybe a boho genius knows somebody with organisational skills?


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