posted on October 7, 2010 at 9:26 pm


sure i heard some song about brave ulysses

no i lived that life didnt i

down by the docks watching the sea all day for the black beaked ships

i must really be mad because i can see the rippling sea rushing towards me

i can hear the timbers groan and twitch in that red wine dark sea

i can hear the phantom shouts of the men

its a joke the world has stopped

the morning ruptures and the magic congeals

any enemy has long since looted its secrets

circe is there

the witch

which witch the wicked witch

turn all men into pigs but not me

why not me circe why not me

oh no not you not you my dear

what does she look like

who can tell

you seen one witch you seen em all

you seen one pig you seen em all

sometimes i see a sail sometimes i see a cloud

i climb the hills and i look out at the vast aegean age

at night the witch climbs into my bed

i can never remember the things she has said

her hands on me

her whispering ears

shuddering inside my skin

thud against the night

i’m so confused

what language are we speaking

oh yes be ever so  gentle

my resolve softens as my heart hardens

i fight the same battles over n over

i washed up on same islands

the morning finds me staggering on the strand

i cough up water and sand as i retch up the sea

i lie in the grass under a bong bong tree

warm day comes down all around me

a lagoon morning full of fish

circe fucking with her magic

the rhythmic tide

rockpools swell and empty

whitened columns from an earlier time where pan was exalted

whats it like to die i wonder as i expire in the sun

nice once youve given into it , i’m sure

i see a black sail on a white horizon

i call out to the sailors

at last i am free

26 Responses to “islet”

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    eekie | 7 October 2010 at 10:01 pm #

    Oh man, you have to stay away from those witches/nymphs, they are bad, bad news. And if you think Circe is bad, just wait until Calypso gets her claws into you. Ugly, ugly scene, dude. No matter how great she seems at first, you will regret hooking up with that one for years — trust me on that. Make absolutely sure to take a very wide berth around that Calypso chick’s island.

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    lily was here | 7 October 2010 at 10:12 pm #

    The clouds are weeping envy

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 7 October 2010 at 11:33 pm #

    I believe you shall never be free, truly. You will continue in this time and space, this realm of existence till it has fulfilled its purpose upon you, with you. Than you shall be whisked away thru space and time, Sir Time Being, to enrich-educate-enjoy another universe, another fragment of existence, for many others to cherish the words, the melodies, the beauty and creations that you graciously stow upon us all and then some. Your importance is magnified-magnificent. Future civilizations will un-earth treasures that contain your workings. They will not question your existence, but only ponder where are you now in this expanding system of solar energy. Yes, you are thankfully with us today and than some , here and now for your bride-brothers-friends-and five angels who dance like butterflies. But when you depart-the imprint that you will leave upon all of our lives will continue- i swear to you that i will spread the word-the tale-thru all my future generations. So many others will join in and continue what u have started , if only by sharing all you have accomplished with others, the unknowing, the naive-these people will see and feel what truly is.
    Your work is not complete here-there is so much more left for you to do- if only you experience joy as you complete each task, each stitch in time. When this world, this slice/splice of time has seen enough- you will be needed else where-somewhere that is meek, dark, and unfulfilled by others. You will speak onto them, place brush to canvas, penetrate their souls with the resonance of your voice accompanied by song, by melody by Marty’s ever growing beard. I believe this journey will continue for all of eternity because what you have meant to so many, so many others are patiently waiting their chance, pure chance, for a glimpse of what is the essence of-you. Artist-Writer-Father/Husband-Musician-Friend, the surface has only been scratched, etched, with your markings. The great place in time, that will bare your signature, has yet to be created by you-we are all still waiting-with smiles in our eyes and joy in our hearts-for what shall come next. And the future sits alone-it is envious of the present. The halls of recognition now have opened-they have invited you in, along with the others who mean so much to all. You are not a prophet, a savior, a saint. You are merely a man-one that has been chosen to serve a larger purpose-to enrich the lives of those you encounter, to give joy to those in need, to enlighten many who have twisted off course, but most important- to be yourself-always true to yourself-because that is the sole reason why so many adore you, you never waiver-you never concede-you just purely exist, and we are all so thankful for that.

    Darrin K.

    My apologies for being so heavy today. I am in a strange place in time right now, I am searching myself for a clearer direction, definition. I am trying to find the road back to what made my life my own. I am simply a bit off course, have some serious health issues, and my own mortality is coming into question. I will be ok-just needed to get some stuff off my chest.
    Have a great day SK- and everyone else !!!!!

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      isolde | 8 October 2010 at 8:30 am #

      well said BT&H

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      Donna | 8 October 2010 at 11:53 am #

      Darrin – sorry to read about your serious health issues. I hope you’ll be feeling better soon.

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 October 2010 at 11:13 pm #

        Thanks isolde for the kind words.
        Thanks Donna for the kind thoughts- its cervical, and lumbar disabilities that have put a great distance between me and what i have become, problem is – it is also degenerating. Thanks again to both of you and have a great weekend !!!

        Darrin K.

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          Donna | 11 October 2010 at 1:43 pm #

          Darrin – I’m so sorry to know that you have this daily battle. I’m also sorry to read about your mother. I’ll be praying for you.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 7 October 2010 at 11:36 pm #

    WOW….so sorry that was THAT long. Here-i’ll summon it all up in couple words:
    SK means a lot to many, and we appreciate you-SK for simply being-YOURSELF.

    Darrin K.

  5. avatar
    Lara | 8 October 2010 at 12:23 am #

    Oink. 😉

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    . | 8 October 2010 at 3:37 am #

    hauntingly beautiful to the poet i say
    a world beyond our reaches, lucid fifth day
    mercury rippling between my fingers, cascade away
    i wonder where this thought will linger anyway
    another world where the news is often swayed
    friends in china wonder if the ufo will play
    or cloak itself to lead the interceptors away
    never mind ’cause steve’s words breathe sanctuary
    to the minutia, monontony that fills the airwaves
    witches, swine, black sails, the gentle water’s way
    conduit to another plane, safe harbor from the mind’s plagues
    in this operatic calming panic I shall partake

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    davem | 8 October 2010 at 5:18 am #

    i fight the same battles over n over

    i washed up on same islands ain’t it the truth. I get sick of myself.

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    dwellingwell | 8 October 2010 at 7:41 am #

    “The Wicked witch turn all men into Pigs. But not me”. That is why I joined this site. A true poet will never be turned into a Pig. The wings of Poesy drape over the poet like a magic shield. As a Pre-Socratic named Bias once said : “Most me are bad” Perhaps the word “Bias” comes from this. (For the record. I am not a pedant. I am not that well read. I feel it is my duty to turn people on to the greatness of the past. What I know I try to share. I was going to put a Poem by German poet Trakl on here called “The Rats”, but I do not want to be seen as de-railing the threads) Anyways. Another plug. If anyone has not read “A Confederacy of Dunces” by John Kennedy Toole.check it out. This is the quote he has at the start of the Novel: “When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him. ”
    Jonathan Swift

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      dwellingwell | 8 October 2010 at 7:50 am #

      I wish I could edit my posts. “Most men are bad” Not most me. But yeah the whole “I me me mine” thing is the root of it

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    plumlady | 8 October 2010 at 7:54 am #

    I actually find some comfort in Circe, this time of year anyway…and Hecate and Persephone, and all the others from the darker side. And she’s in bed with you nonetheless……I’d say, give her a try…..she might show you a few magick tricks she has up her skirt!

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    andy | 8 October 2010 at 9:08 am #

    stay away from calypso’s crack

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    hellbound heart | 8 October 2010 at 9:50 am #

    my brother (who is also a restless spirit, can’t settle down in one place for too long) is fond of singing (in his off-tone voice) ‘i was born under a wandering star….’ what song it comes from, i have no idea…..
    i think it applies to you too…except you travel by spirit and thought….

    love always……..

  12. avatar
    Lyra | 8 October 2010 at 10:01 am #

    very beautiful and fantastic vision 🙂

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    Donna | 8 October 2010 at 12:36 pm #

    Nice blog. Have you read James Joyce’s Ulysses? I think you would appreciate it’s stream of consciousness and word play.

    “what’s it like to die I wonder as I expire in the sun
    nice, once you’ve given in to it, I’m sure”

    What makes you so sure? I was reading a commentary about Don’t Go Gentle Into that Good Night, and someone commented, “Death stalks us from the first day. Accept it and live well.” Then we can face death with courage.

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    dwellingwell | 8 October 2010 at 1:40 pm #

    I should know my mythology. This blog is like a class. I looked it up and see how Circe was the daughter of Helios the sun god. Helios were the mixing boards Led Zeppelin used.

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    dwellingwell | 8 October 2010 at 1:59 pm #

    This tidbit of info is for people who go into studios to record and want to determine if the mixing desk is killer. . On one hand, you can name the greatest solid state mixers ever made. (All early renditions) in alphabetical order, on one hand: API, Cadac, Helios, Neve, Trident

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    dwellingwell | 8 October 2010 at 6:48 pm #

    Donna, I like Dubliners.Have you seen John Houston’s film “The Dead” based on the last story in Dubliners ? The soliloquy at the end of that film is Shakespearean.Amazing actor in that last scene. Great reading voice . Never read all of Finnegan’s wank. Never plan to either. Vico. Give me a break . More conceptual Art junk . As far as death goes, I like the line by a Pre-Socratic Philosopher named Halitosis : “Death means nothing to us, for when we are, death has not yet come, and when death has come, we are not”

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      Donna | 13 October 2010 at 12:32 pm #

      Hi DW…Yes, I saw Houston’s The Dead, but I don’t remember it too well. And I read the book, too, and can’t remember that either. Read Portrait…the only one that remains in my head is Ulysses. I loved it. Forget Finnegan’s Wake! No thank you!!

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    Karen | 8 October 2010 at 8:41 pm #

    Come in and under the milky way playing on the radio ..second time thats happened here another bloody co incidence..

    Im tired too tired to comment
    gods and dogs and hades and hell just finished the curse I think I need more iron ( too much info?) bring on the meno…….
    still well dun once again sk

  18. avatar
    henry | 8 October 2010 at 8:59 pm #

    wot a silly peom

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    Lisa | 9 October 2010 at 1:57 pm #

    Nice one Steve!

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    dwellingwell | 13 October 2010 at 2:32 pm #

    I went to Martello tower in Dublin in 92. Then I took a train all the way across Ireland to Sligo to visit Yeat’s grave. I read somewhere that they had these priests on horseback that would come up to the graves and bless the deceased so that they would be assured a safe deliverance into Heaven or whatever. On Yeat’s headstone it is like he is giving them a middle finger and telling them how they are cosmic cowards :”Cast a cold eye on life, on death, horseman pass by” Keat’s headstone inscription is my favorite though :”Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

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