posted on May 14, 2006 at 8:49 pm

hello fiendss

i hail the one god
who comes in many guises
the god who unfurled this universe from his dreams
gave it substance
who designed the leaves and the birds
and the oceans and the amoeba
a beautiful god
so far beyond our comprehension
that our greatest genius
could only ever understand
a tiny little part at a time
open your eyes
open your hearts
can you not feel his great power
coursing thru the air and stones
thru the living and the dead
thru the angels and the animals
i have so much to be thankful for
my 5 beautiful daughters
my mother and my 2 dear brothers
my wife
my uncles n aunts
my niece n my nephews
my friends
who sustain me
im gonna mention some names
michael h
donald b
sarah l
simon p
samuel s
marty wp
peter k
timothy p
jorden b
david t
chris w
ann-marie g
michelle w
sean m
jonathan z
jane z
david l
wil-o
graham n
holly j
patty h
keith f
trevor b
nick l
captain m
dutch p
duane h
alex h
tony p
amy s
zoe m
wendy m
wendy a
glenny w
george ?
penelope h
matty c
pauly h
martin k
mark s

oh god ive probably forgotten someone important
all my relatives
all my cousins
all my fans n fiendss n ‘ficianados

its a misty rainy morning
baby bombadil is sleepin’
evie starr and aurora biggle
sit at the table here
colouring in
centrepoint tower and the hubba bridge
are obscured by cloud
the world is enveloped by sweet soft rain
the clock ticks
the girls pens glide accross their paper almost soundlessly
nk has 5 minutes to herself in the shower
before resuming her 24 hour a day job as mother

yessaday we have a lovely day
visit the art museum
last day of self portrait exhibition
a van gogh!
howcome nobody knew he wazza a genius
while he was still alive?
its fucking obvious…isnt it?
the archibald prize..
at least the winner better than last years disaster
we walk thru botanical gardens
all the variety of blooms
the bats..
the huge ancient trees
families
lovers
tourists
all shapes colours sizes
i say this is what heaven could be like
e and a practice cartwheels
how come all girls love to do this…..?
we feed the ducks and the eels
we sit out front of the opera house
the girls shimmy and wriggle on the steps
more tourists
boats, ferries, hydrofoils
someone in the crowd is down
ambulance arrives
i return to my sad thoughts of grant and irene….
a day that memories are made of
i will be thankful for all this
i see all the plants n ferns n flowers
i see gods hand everywhere
what a gorgeous planet
the sky and clouds
the sea lapping the walls of the gardens
the happy people here
harmony
peace
we are the lucky ones…..

the huge cosmic god of light years and distances
also in my heart
whispering if i can listen
animating my flesh with life
animating all life with love
letting us have our chance
again n again
sending this soft sweet rain
sending us another day
to love each other
to create our dreams
to overcome the obstacles
to struggle with ourselves
to perservere against sorrow n loss
to remember the ones who are gone
to pave the way for those who will come
thank you heavenly father/mother
for my 51 years here
for my gifts
for the setbacks (which were gifts in disguise)
for all the chances
for all the leeway
for all the forgiveness

what more can i say
its another day
life!

sk

43 Responses to “in the early morning rain……”

  1. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 14 May 2006 at 9:47 pm #

    d…i…t…t…o…
    mjnjr

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    Anonymous | 14 May 2006 at 10:07 pm #

    Beautiful.

  3. avatar
    absolutely | 14 May 2006 at 10:15 pm #

    Samuel Alexander, the now almost forgotten Australian philosopher, a poet, bohemian and man of true genius, wrote:

    “As existents within Space-Time, minds enter into various relations of a perfectly general character with other things and with one another. These account for the familiar features of mental life: knowing, freedom, values and the like. In the hierarchy of qualities the next higher quality to the highest attained is deity. God is the whole universe engaged in process towards the emergence of this new quality, and religion is the sentiment in us that we are drawn towards him, and caught in the movement of the world to a higher level of existence.”

    as the final paragraph of his magnum-opus “Space, Time and Deity [1924].

  4. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 14 May 2006 at 10:16 pm #

    Awww..the lil’ sunshiney post after a lot on sad rainy ones. That made me feel nice! You and yer way with words..<3!

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 May 2006 at 10:22 pm #

    If you go out in the ray ay an, you’ll never have that time agayyyan.
    I wonder if it’ll fine up for Mundine & Green to beat each other to a pulp?

    Dutch Pierre

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    MATTDAVISON | 14 May 2006 at 10:27 pm #

    Your heart is on your sleeve at the moment SK I can sense the recent sadness has called for a collection of thoughts…just a note. As an artist/actor etc, at least we have our ART to help guide us through… the music the art…the writing. So many souls on this planet do not have these outlets. We are very lucky. Imagine the grief if there was no way to overcome it…. Thats why Bush / Blair are so vile…They have no creative soul…How can you kill another man when you can see the colours of the world, hear the sounds…the blessing that is earth…
    Hitler tried to be an artist…was told he was useless. Imagine if he was praised for his work.. good or bad ‘whatever”… just mabee..he might have drawn political grey/… sad pics instead of the other horrible things he decided to do.
    I am sorry to hear the last few weeks have been tough
    What a rolla-coaster we are all having..these are really different day’s Got a smile from Keifff Richards the otha day in Auckland.
    he made me lauff…he’s a craka!
    I will forgive you for not mentioning me in the roll call of buddies B-4.
    LV
    MATT

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 May 2006 at 11:23 pm #

    hi sk
    a friend gave us
    the concert for
    bangladesh dvd/cd
    yesterday
    and
    i just popped it in
    my sweet lord
    and your
    beautiful words:

    letting us have our chance
    again n again
    sending this soft sweet rain
    sending us another day
    to love each other
    to create our dreams
    to overcome the obstacles
    to struggle with ourselves
    to perservere against sorrow n loss
    to remember the ones who are gone
    to pave the way for those who will come

    what a combo

    love to you
    and your family
    xxx
    diane, john, laura and julia

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    Queen Hatshepsut | 14 May 2006 at 11:30 pm #

    ah yes, the cartwheel. definitely one of god’s better gifts!
    the best thing about childhood summers
    the smell of jasmine
    at dusk
    doing cartwheels
    on the grass
    oblivious to everything but the blessed moment.

    xxoo
    denise

  9. avatar
    persephone2u | 15 May 2006 at 12:01 am #

    Posting from home, eh? I take it you’ve finally gotten yourself a laptop then. Congrats and welcome to this brave new century!! 🙂

  10. avatar
    skyintheairwaves | 15 May 2006 at 12:11 am #

    First time I’ve posted here though i’ve been reading since the start. Never wanted to bug ya, just like i was always too shy after gigs to have a word.

    I’m motivated by your beautiful words today.

    I admire the way you are dealing with loss.

    Its so hard to have that grace under pressure.

    But putting it in the perspective of something bigger than ourselves is admirable — god/love.

    Good on ya.

    I’m praying there will be no number three…

  11. avatar
    veleska1970 | 15 May 2006 at 12:33 am #

    such a beautiful viewpoint. looks like you’re feeling better. wonderful!!

  12. avatar
    mike a | 15 May 2006 at 1:46 am #

    A beautiful blog today sk

  13. avatar
    sunday family rescue squad | 15 May 2006 at 2:08 am #

    Didn’t round the day off by watching the final episoide on van gogh?
    It was great. The yellow house days…cabin fever or what! Showed some unknowns and the locations.

  14. avatar
    Tony Pucci | 15 May 2006 at 2:20 am #

    it’s my love of life that keeps me going too, somedays, when all else seems to be failing
    guess i consider music a subheading under life
    really sorry to hear about your lovely aunt, sk, on top of all of your recent trials
    the importance you regard her with reminds me of how i view my grandmother millie, now a few years gone
    the greatest lady i’ve ever met
    i wanted to mention too that vonnegut is a terrific writer, with a great sense of humility and humanity, he always was full of empathy even when making the moral point of his novels, and i think his sense of humor and of humanity had a great effect on me
    thanks for the mention, it’s greatly appreciated
    it’s music that finds us
    but a deep appreciation for life that binds us
    take care
    be strong, what else can you do?
    loveya, tp

  15. avatar
    Handyman | 15 May 2006 at 2:23 am #

    Thank you. We are in special company there.

    Amazingly introspective post to go with a reflective kind of day. I am with you all the way!

    Again, sorry about the losses. Words can never express…Lets hope it’s only good news from here on out.

    Love,

    D

  16. avatar
    youamwho | 15 May 2006 at 2:47 am #

    MAG-FRIGGIN-NIFICENT!

    m

  17. avatar
    fergal | 15 May 2006 at 3:05 am #

    rock on sk; the rock is indeed still rolling!
    ~

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 5:04 am #

    Funny. I always regarded life as incredibly boring and predictable when it wasn’t being disastrous. Then again I live in Brisbane. Leon.

  19. avatar
    crucified in space | 15 May 2006 at 5:53 am #

    Cathartic. Reminds me of Father of Night by Bob Dylan.

  20. avatar
    juniper | 15 May 2006 at 5:59 am #

    That was beautiful and inspiring. Thank you, SK

  21. avatar
    captainmission | 15 May 2006 at 6:58 am #

    thank you, that means so much to me, i can’t even begin to explian how your art sustains me so i don’t know what else to say here, as a lover of words, sometimes they just don’t cut it 🙂

  22. avatar
    Wil-O | 15 May 2006 at 7:40 am #

    hugs to you and yours, Kil-O

    candles for our Grant, your Irene and my Mary.

    love Wil-O

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 7:55 am #

    Thanks Steve – its the smallest details – the girls with their colouring, the soft rain and, yes, those cartwheels – make it so beautiful and real.

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 9:04 am #

    Yeah … well … ya could
    been a contender …

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 9:39 am #

    My husband and I, both of us recently mother-less, spent Mothers’ Day too at the Art Gallery, and saw the famous portrait competition. Beautiful day to spend down by the harbour, and the gorgeous gardens.

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 9:41 am #

    …fucking hell Steve, that was truly truly beautiful. Very powerful stuff. I’ve just arrived into work and it’s the first thing I’ve read – fantastic. Every day should start like that!
    See you in Dublin soon.

  27. avatar
    life model | 15 May 2006 at 9:42 am #

    cartwheels? well dad, it’s about getting ready to run away to join the circus where you become carlotta who wears sparkle darkles and rides a pony round the ring
    on the subject of saltimbanques and portraits at the stripey sunshine sound last nite at the schonell i was struck at the picassoishness of your friend, especially methinks if you care to look at harlequin with folded hands, harlequin with a glass 1905, and self portrait with a palette 1906
    see you in the archibalds next year? or the bald archies?

  28. avatar
    Daberhasher | 15 May 2006 at 9:52 am #

    beauty full…

    love,
    ee

  29. avatar
    dig | 15 May 2006 at 10:13 am #

    Groovy ain’t it!

  30. avatar
    12str | 15 May 2006 at 11:46 am #

    hell man!
    first grant,then your beloved auntie…
    this seems to be a time of reflection.
    a reminder that life is a gift,so be gentle with it.
    throughout these hard moments still you come up with this amazing writing,positive,beautiful and humble..

    respect maan!

    12str

  31. avatar
    marthalene | 15 May 2006 at 1:01 pm #

    nice

    so sorry to hear of your recent losses
    the stories of your auntie are great fun
    my own mom is a Yorkshire lass, so the english bits i can relate to (love my mom’s yorkshire pudd – she even stopped using beef fat for me!)
    knowing your extended family must be wonderful – i’m an ocean away from my cousins and aunts (tanten) and uncles (onkeln)
    now my parents in retirement 1400mi away

    and today’s entry –
    the world is a beautiful place
    sometimes it gets tough to stop the ride, get off, and look at it for awhile
    sometimes we’re forced to
    to bring together what was, what is, and what will always be around us

    cartwheels are fun until you grow breastices!

    nice

  32. avatar
    gavgams | 15 May 2006 at 1:19 pm #

    You know, sometimes you have to go through the mill to have the clarity of vision, of the wholeness of things, the beauty, the numinous? (Sylvian sais “the shining of things”)

    Tragedy as an art form sort of does this or can or should do. Sublime as the artistic conquering of the terrible? Art as redemptive, believing in human transformative powers. Affirming. Sublimate the grief to make beauty, SK, if it’s not too hard to bear. But then I think you know this. Come to think of it: sublimate and sublime must be linked, etymologicall y speaking or not.

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 1:20 pm #

    Readers or correspondents of this ‘ere bloggy may like to consider Barbara Kingsolver’s “Small Wonder”.

  34. avatar
    -tff | 15 May 2006 at 2:18 pm #

    Steve:
    Thank you for that. Magnificent. Thank you for everything you’ve done. You’ve touched my life for years now and greatly rewarded my listening.
    Kind regards…

  35. avatar
    John Garratt | 15 May 2006 at 2:20 pm #

    “can you not feel his great power
    coursing thru the air and stones
    thru the living and the dead
    thru the angels and the animals”

    No, not really.

    I thought I felt god the other day. Turned out to be a hangover.

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 May 2006 at 2:38 pm #

    After reading the title of todays blog I had to listen to Gordon Lightfoot. Great music…

    Rock on SK..

    Brian Turner
    Atlanta, Ga

  37. avatar
    davem | 15 May 2006 at 5:54 pm #

    Thanks for such lovely, inspiring words.
    And one more thing to be thankful for: your artistic presence in my life for the last 25 years!
    Love

    dave

  38. avatar
    eek | 15 May 2006 at 8:56 pm #

    Thank you, Steve. I came home yesterday and was feeling kind of down (Mother’s Day is kind of tough now), flicked over to your blog…. Brought a big smile to my face and a bit of peace to my soul.

    What a wonderful perspective from a beautiful man. Thank you.

  39. avatar
    B Raine | 15 May 2006 at 10:00 pm #

    I have hope that some-day it wont take a drug or a woman to bring into vision the breathe of
    life that exhists all around..I cannot imagine losing 2 people so fast and so close, but i imagine , one takes inventory.. just from that simple -natural entry i take courage, that there lies much to live for, many peices of heaven ive yet seen
    i can see the beauty….I know its there, because you see it, ive seen it, the struggles the moments of clarity that hurt, the want to help another , and not helping her, only helping her in this moment too numb the pain, so hard to say no, when everyone has written her off,,,i see her scars, they took her baby! cry a million tears for a world of tortured souls need to stand up on my own she is in no condition to raise a child…..
    shes confused, im confused, we take refuge,,,by falling down ,turning into rockand holding on to eachother while the world passes, trying to stay in solid form, anything to become fluid are breathing slow small breaths, listening now to “wish i New””” reading your reflections pass on hope ….I know Your not
    here to “save” any of us…God…
    Im lucky too, im lucky noones given up on me, im lucky to have “some ” talent
    and a knowledge, a loving family,,,,,,,,,,its when i open those doors that I , usually wimpper behind, when i giant freindly aussie comes out and says no worries, its all
    how its suppose to be….I was on a all part of the road,,i just threw some expensive wood into the fire
    and must start from ash,
    thanx’
    BR

  40. avatar
    Paige | 16 May 2006 at 12:03 am #

    SK,

    That was utterly beautiful. I had to search up a hankie-chief!

    Paige

  41. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 May 2006 at 5:17 pm #

    Blessings abound sk
    the beautiful Lord
    fine tuned fibers feel ethereal scenes
    knowing their kind
    divinity flows all around
    throughout

    I Remember
    the very first time I met yu in Chicago
    So very honored seeing yu
    I put my arm round instinctively
    I said a hi, yu said hello
    yu drew a beard on the earthed vinyl I had
    cracked me up
    yu asked my name and looked a me within framing fingers
    ever the artist, I was elated to be in flesh
    to know your music

    sk
    Know that yu are loved
    know that yu speak and think and feel
    as a blessed one
    I honor your singing spirit as it reverberates within us all
    and returns far reaching
    delicately whispering truthfully
    penetrating the duality and scene

    Dance in the dark as we do
    Sing into the shine..
    the I is All Becoming, the All is I..
    Know Thou Art That..

    jaime rodriguez

  42. avatar
    femme d'espoir | 18 May 2006 at 2:13 am #

    very nice.

  43. avatar
    don joe | 19 May 2006 at 10:04 am #

    umm Steve….the god you speak of is…well it’s you, me and all those on the planet…we agree that those exquisite items of nature etc exist in our world..we put them there through our thoughts and beliefs…god creates life..did “he” create your 5 daughters??..or was it a combination of your’s and your partners beliefs that you wanted a child (twins to be precise)at that moment?…and if anyone thinks what i have wrote is preposterous then you are denying your true self and abilities..just take a look at what you do influence and create in your lives…you’ll be suprised..i know i was

    as always ML


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