posted on October 1, 2013 at 6:29 pm
me in the past

 a me in the past

a me in the past knocked this all up

i’m just here today looking around

the view in my skull endless and dim

the purple shades of tipsy evening

still vibrating still expanding

out there the sea again i can smell its swelling waves

the darkening waters through the trees

endless caravan park of flimsy shades

a comet flashes over the showerblock in the bush

and christmas evenings we are still children

the grown ups drink beers and play cards

dad makes em all laugh ha ha ha

we run away away we run away

all around nature prevailing

down at the beach an albatross  crashed exhausted

and lay there turning into sand itself

the jungly path full of knotted roots illuminated by a bonfire on the shore

the threatening storm hovers in memory

we talked to some girls who remained in darkness

up in a dune lying close to escape from the wind

they told us of whales that walked on the land

and a summer snow storm which iced up the fish

and the frogs who appeared on the lawns of the great garden

and black roses with thorns of silvered workings

and drops of blood like crimson paint on my poor finger

the comets tail rained down cosmic rays

and fish writhed in watery agony beneath a black and twitching surface

and all shattered by the fighting birds screaming from the roofs

when i creep home alone its 2 o’clock and i sleep in the annex

i dream of flying flaming over a great city

as i burn up in an atmosphere like this

my mind becomes beautifully empty

 

 

28 Responses to “inside job”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 1 October 2013 at 6:51 pm #

    aah me!

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    oyoy | 1 October 2013 at 7:13 pm #

    That was a treat. I could see everything you wrote, like a series of paintings.
    You are getting better and better….. no stopping you!
    Have a wonderful time in the US of A, and take time to enjoy – you deserve it!
    Love and hugs from your new old friend SM.

  3. avatar
    matthew | 1 October 2013 at 8:09 pm #

    Wonderful, I felt it all.

  4. avatar
    kell | 1 October 2013 at 8:26 pm #

    Emptiness is a beautiful thing…

  5. avatar
    John Garratt | 2 October 2013 at 12:07 pm #

    There’s a difference between a blank mind and an empty one. You have one, I have the other.

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      thetimebeing | 2 October 2013 at 12:27 pm #

      gee youre hard on yerself john

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        andy | 2 October 2013 at 6:05 pm #

        stunning!
        have a great time in the US steve,
        from what iv’e seen it will be your best exhibition so far.
        lucky yanks….getting a couple of gigs thrown in too!

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    Bernadette Keys | 2 October 2013 at 1:58 pm #

    Top Notch

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    Viviana Espinoza | 2 October 2013 at 4:18 pm #

    Steve, maybe not remember me, but I follow you, because your song “Under the Milky Way” haunts me, is amazing but always in my life, I’ve been reading your prose, very beautiful by the way, memories of childhood and all the natural environment where you lived, I find beautiful memories that blend with the moment in which you live a reality as an adult, I really like what you write, and tell me the pictures they show are your works?, I’m studying English, while not know much, but I try to understand what you write, just use the translator to read you and write, if I understand anything you write, is to blame google translator, hahaha
      A hug for you, Viviana.

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    Kohl Ette | 2 October 2013 at 4:42 pm #

    Dear Steve,
    on this warm spring afternoon, thoughts about friendships surface. It is interesting to me to think that friends can superficially be separated and yet a much deeper connection can remain. If I am not mistaken. Then to whom does that feeling matter more than the ‘lover’, for wont of a better word? It is good when love is returned but when someone loves, they just love whether it is returned or not. The ‘lover’ may seem weakened by this at times and at other times, it is a great source of strength. I read lots of rationalising about this on the internet but really it isn’t a rational thing. Tho I guess some personalities are more passionate than others. Have I written this before? sorry to repeat myself if I have. Yes, I suppose that if people are not feeling friendly towards eachother at a certain time, if they are passionate, they may consider the ‘friend’ an enemy. This will only sting the enemy to be called such if the person’s feelings are susceptible. That feeling is mutual I guess for one to call another enemy in the first place. Someone may seem to have been exiled, people can feel threatened or constrained by eachother yet more mysterious connections can remain. Some friendships grow through rough times. Perhaps some were not even meant for this world. Cooling of feeling can be a reflection of hurt, but did the other mean to hurt or did one want to be hurt, to blame the other, so one can try and have control? Heavy powerplays aren’t really friendship but there is often a to-ing and fro-ing of this in a minor kind of way with friends. That can get complex tho, sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s major and minor. Hurt can also lead to firing up and I think where someone has been honest to articulate their feelings and thoughts doesn’t always mean they are wanting a fight but it can be the opposite. Therefore communication is so important and yet not all people are communicative and not everyone can connect easily. Well anyway, this is what I am thinking and feeling on this beautiful afternoon.
    Thank you for provoking these thoughts.
    Love, Kohl Ette

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 October 2013 at 7:43 pm #

    ‘Love is an empty thing.’ Marc Almond said that.

  10. avatar
    Chris | 3 October 2013 at 12:04 am #

    cosmic psychedelic images of the Aussie beach at night…classic sk…life is an inside job…

  11. avatar
    John Mollison | 4 October 2013 at 5:53 am #

    Who do you write to?

    Your mind, an engine, chugging and pulsing…
    Sparks that flash, disappear; the heat leaves a print on the reader’s mind.

    Chugging, pulsing. An arc of current, turned into words.

    I read and wonder…with prints of black squirming fish, sand dunes and sea birds above…
    There’s a breeze there too. And the ever roar of ocean.

    Thank you for the imagery.

    You wrote to me.

  12. avatar
    daniel watkins | 5 October 2013 at 1:03 am #

    Great stuff!

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    ticktockclarice | 5 October 2013 at 7:40 pm #

    Hey Steve, i must say that while i find your poetry to be lovely and extraordinarily evocative most of the time anyway, when i read it after a couple of drinks it takes on almost MYSTICAL SIGNIFICANCE. Honestly a line like “endless caravan park of flimsy shades”, which i would ordinarliy skim over and think “that’s cool” just blows my tiny mind right now. Let’s not even mention “black roses with thorns of silvered workings” or “i dream of flying flaming over a great city”. Not trying to put a guilt trip on you but THIS is why i’ve found it so hard to permanently kick the devil juice over a 25ish year period, i never experience things so intensely and passionately as in the first hour or so of being in my cups (or cans as it unromantically were) which, yes i know, is really sad. Do those lines blow your mind half as much when you WRITE them? (being, i know, herbally inspired much of the time) Or do you find your genius kinda blase after all this time? Sorry, I’m rambling, wish i had the balls to comment when i was sober as the compliments of a drunk are worth a pound of manure (that’s the old saying isn’t it? close enough) I may as well have my arm around you dribbling “I love you man” but i’m sorry, i couldn’t go past this entry uncommented. It is gorgeous and evocative and sad and brilliant. Thank you for spoiling us on such a regular basis. Now i’m off to drink, drink, sink, forget…….

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      thetimebeing | 6 October 2013 at 6:06 am #

      to each their own poison, my darling clarice. but yes, i am blase to my own “genius” it is a blessing and a curse. believe me. i am glad i can still blow your mind!

  14. avatar
    Heatherdaydream | 5 October 2013 at 8:08 pm #

    gorgeous!

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    Kohl Ette | 6 October 2013 at 10:01 am #

    Well excuse me. I write with a very vague hangover from two white wine spritzers, though I not be fully soussed. Yet even in this state I can perceive the mystical significance. Perceive? I mean experience! Some of you people think you’re so clever! Well I don’t need drugs or alcohol to get the juices flowing. In fact I’m quieter and more elusive then (I think). Jesus! some of you are thick! Don’t you know I write sk’s poetry? He’s just a medium. All you have to do is become my fb friend and read my posts, then you’ll get it, if you haven’t unfriended me quickly or could be bothered reading my posts at all. Do you know what it’s like to be a muse? No one cares! To try and keep a high standard without being uppity? To try and appeal to the people without being ordinary. If one is too direct, one just gets abused. And I have my own artistry to nurture while trying to be a housewife and other mundane things but who cares? No one! Keep the muse in her place! You can’t live with her or without her! Right so I’ll shut up now. Just joshing.

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      thetimebeing | 6 October 2013 at 10:07 am #

      weird scenes inside the gold mine

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        Kohl Ette | 6 October 2013 at 10:17 am #

        watt gold mine, mine ‘art?

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      Anonymous | 7 October 2013 at 12:21 am #

      Darling u really need 2 give up those spritzers.

      • avatar
        k.m. | 8 October 2013 at 2:57 pm #

        very weird scenes in the goldmine and yes give up the spritzers…:(

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    Kohl Ette | 7 October 2013 at 12:31 pm #

    But I only just retook them up and i didn’t even tell you the proportions although to be sure i can’t be sure myself. I entrusted that to a trusty friend. Not that I’m trying to deflect blame… :)) I will also blame the effects of a larger more boisterous kind of rock concert than I’m usually used to this weekend. Even the singer was overwhelmed… too much larrikinism burst forth from some Sydney tribes which brought out all kinds of primal urges (only subtly in my case, you should have seen the rest of the hell raisers in the nicest possible way of course). Obviously we are descended from convicts! I’m not mentioning any names since I have also had recent lessons in diplomacy. I will most probably now tho go cold ‘turkey’ – get it?!

  17. avatar
    hellbound heart | 8 October 2013 at 7:43 pm #

    a lot of imagery resonates with me and my childhood…..beautiful….
    love always….

  18. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 9 October 2013 at 8:48 am #

    Only steve n I know the true reference to ‘inside the gold mine’. And people accuse eachother of being uncharitable! … Anyway, don’t worry, the fitzers were given up the same day they were taken up as I may have said. How would it go down in here to say ‘give up the grass’? I wouldn’t dare! and then weirdness is relative and apparently equated with blessedness. Bless.

  19. avatar
    omingomak | 10 October 2013 at 1:25 am #

    Thank you Steve for your beautiful insight into life. Your words and imaginary have been a crutch to me as of late. Been dancing with the devil trying to purge my body of these prescription drugs I’ve been on for a couple of years and the only escape from this hell has been your words. I know this is probably out of context to your normal comments but I just needed to let you know how much your insight and wisdom means to this old boy. Thank you from my heart and soul for sharing with all of us your unique and surreal perspective on all things this life has to offer…good and bad. You truly are a gift from whatever power that exists to all of us. Take care my friend


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