posted on February 16, 2006 at 11:26 pm

theyre playing janis joplin in the olde cafe
weird choice
i was once amazed
along with sum other membahs of the bande
when once
languishing around waiting for dinner
in the rest-y aur-aunt
in the house o blews chicago
this young girl about 11
comes on stage
with a band of these corny looking guys
and they start up
and this girl becomes janis joplin
now ole sk been around
hes seen performances and “performances”
and even Performances
but this is like much more than an impersonation
janis is manifesting thru this childe
the punters around me go on drinkin
as if ya see something likey this
every everlovin’ day
she got the twitch
the hoarse broken vibrato
the terrifying scream
the way her legs went
as she hunched all over the place
authenticity my olde fruits
jj and this sweet possessed childe
i dunno if i even approve or like this act
her parents sit there watching
i guess they seen it hundreds of times
but it shocks me
and the implications shock me
of course people are reincarnating
all the time
but usually who ever you used to be
remains unknown
you probably rarely even would get a chance
to come into direct contact with something
that former you did
but now we leave behind sound recordings
it is feasible
a future version of me
accidentally downloads
a loada olde music
from way back in the 2000s
and he hears somethin by me
and he kinda wakes up to it

i dunno
could this kid actually be jj come back
beats me
it fucking seemed like it to me
and im sure the 5 pipes o the chicago chronic
had not altered my preceptiones hat alll
the kid was magnificent
however she did it

so many geniuses out there
my mother joycie
at a late age
realised she was a lawn bowls genius
(tho she still wont admit it)
she was in a nsw team
she got more trophies than the thorpedo
she had an innate ability to understand
spatial relationships
the parabolas of rolling spheres
and the energy needed for propulsion
im sure she was also good at drinking cups of tea
and having a natter
everybody a genius at something
i heard about a bloke
he was a genius at rolling cigarettes
he could roll up a bloody rollie
quicker neater straighter
than any other idiot in his local pub
this guy is a legend round those parts
a rollie legend
people would crowd around and cheer
when this fella rolled up a fag
his goode quack
little fella give up the cigs
or its curtains
little fella gives up the cancersticks
as doc says
deprived of his one thing
that one special art
that He was a genius at
he withered
and died anyway
of a broken fuckin; heart, fiendss!
so dont take mah blogge off me mama momamma
just let me have a little everyday
i’ll be a functioning bloggy
i’ll pay my taxes
raise my childs
stop hitting weeds with sticks
or making dams in the gutters on rainy days
i’ll polish my blundstone booties
with spitnpolish
till i can see my enigmatic grey eyes
in the patterns
the flying ants make
in the australian night
im glad you could be with me today
thanks for stopping by
yes yes mrs jones
hows yer berts lumbago
(mustnt grumble)
yes yes captn misere
i too saw bob calvert
one night upstairs in hamstead heaf
or somewhere
he read his poetry
i bought a copy of his book
he was brilliant
beware of sonic attack!

30 Responses to “lets see youd be about 16 now and long dead by the time i return to earth”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 12:13 am #

    “everybody a genius at something”
    like that thought sk
    so cheers to all you geniuses

  2. avatar
    OTTOMT | 17 February 2006 at 12:13 am #

    When I was 4 or 5 I could read German…!
    Then that mouse thing happened in Veracruz and it was all over.

    Maybe I’m a genius at directing cross fades.


  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 12:13 am #

    Great bloggin Steve…
    I enjoyed readin while I was a sippin a bit o’ Coopers Ale here in the U S of A….

    Keep on rockin…..

    p.s. steve you should properly release the song Australian Night… LOvely song….

    Brian Turner

  4. avatar
    verdelay | 17 February 2006 at 12:27 am #


    I have another related (boom boom) notion in my little bag o’tricks that you’d probably find mildly interesting (for about 10 minutes or so. I’m not one to make bold claims). A notion so mind blowing that most mortal folk would just nod and say Yeah, Right. Sounds Interesting. Because their higher reasoning faculties have just buzzed and popped and that’s why there’s smoke coming from their ears.

    It, too, seeks to describe yonder resonance of characteristicks through time and space &c. &c, but is just that little bit more freaky and weird, dig? Always pleasant to discuss it under the influence of a nice cuppa tea.

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 12:31 am #

    just long necks?

    refugee 2201

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 12:31 am #

    My father used to be able to open a longneck with his eyesocket.
    A year since he passed away today.
    Rock on
    Have a great weekend Steve.

    Dutch Pierre

  7. avatar
    Laurie | 17 February 2006 at 12:44 am #

    Swirling, swirling on flowers
    dreaming of clouds and you, you my fiend

    You still love me Stevo,I know.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 12:52 am #

    i thought i knew you from another time, still do deep down
    still trying to work out what the relationship was,is, never could be.
    but i know there’s something in those eyes (bluey-grey to me)
    have to tune in
    turn off
    remember language to decode
    maybe lots of people
    feel like this too
    maybe that’s why we are still all connected
    all i know is
    i hear you
    i love your tunes
    move with your words
    and you’re
    perfect right now
    as is

  9. avatar
    captainmission | 17 February 2006 at 12:52 am #

    Morning, and a fine one this side of paradise.
    Bob Calvert and Steve Kilbey, fifty light years ahead of their time.
    i think eno worked with Calvert once upon a time.
    Hampstead Heath hey, very nice part of town in me teenage daze, now inhabited by the likes of george michael and sting but i’ll always remember it for the italian girls and jack straws and the freaking long walk up the stairs from the train station.

  10. avatar
    Thomas Irvin | 17 February 2006 at 1:08 am #

    I had an anthropology teacher who told of a camping trip she took with a bunch of other anthro teachers. One of ’em was an expert in ancient weapons and brought along a bunch for his friends to play with. They’re all trying out the various weapons, and one guy, with no prior experience, turns out to be an expert in the atl-atl, which is this compound spear-throwing device. The atl-atl is incredibly difficult to master, but this guy was a natural. In another time he would have been the most revered hunter in all the land. But he had the misfortune to be born in a time in which his skill was not needed.

  11. avatar
    Avalon | 17 February 2006 at 1:57 am #

    I’ve alwasy said I feel my need to write is my desparate attempt to leave something to the world, like the world needs it or something. Never a diary, just daily observations, cool stories, tales of idiot days with brothers in BWCA, miles from nowhere gettin stupid, things of that nature…

    So that is why I am here. (That and SK’s diatribes which for some reason give me a better perspective on this f’d world.) It’s my attempt at perpetuity, albeit lame. And now you can say you were a part of it. Lucky you.

    peace and paisley


  12. avatar
    flowerpower | 17 February 2006 at 2:15 am #

    What is our genius? Talk to your spirirt guides. I went out to my corner of the universe and when I came back down the message ws “Keep the Children Happy!” Wot in the FOOK did that mean?! So eventually these improved Wiggle songs stated coming to me in my fitful sleep. Cool, child like melody, but without the CHEESE factor. My sculptures make kids smile. That’s it Simple. Pure. And STILL, I’m not fully expressing the genius yet! (Sabotage, Espionage always round the godammn corner.)

  13. avatar
    mike | 17 February 2006 at 3:09 am #

    janis joplin, reincarnation, and geniuses all in one blog!!!

    SK – I saw you at the House of Blues in Chicago a couple of years ago – great show!!!

  14. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 17 February 2006 at 4:23 am #

    “TO BE IN YOUR EYES” esskay
    …to be in your eyes…


  15. avatar
    Laurie | 17 February 2006 at 5:40 am #

    I heard that song yesterday, on RP- not that I’m pimpin’ that staition.

    It’s me, Laurie for the first time this episode. I have no idea who that laurie above is. ^

    RIP to your father.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 7:21 am #

    My only geniuse is listening to The Church, but fuck man I’m good at it, I kinda feel sorry for everybody else in that respect.
    I do suck at most things though, but that’s the deal isn’t it!

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 11:29 am #

    Pascal – If other people exalt themselves, I want to humble them.
    If other people humble themselves, I want to exalt them.
    How perverse I am to want to contradict other people’s opinions of themselves.

    Kilbey, from all the sometime cynical anons who only give you a hard time because we know you can take it and frankly you don’t give a bach what we think- we love you, we appreciate you, we thank you. We thank you for this blog we’ve all become addicted to. We thank you for your music, your poetry, your exquisite use of paisley. Most of all, your refusal to conform. You’re a renaissance man, kilbey; and we shouldn’t always have to kill our gods.

  18. avatar
    Brad | 17 February 2006 at 11:50 am #

    Went to Cassadega with a friend to get readings. A family house where they take turns. The mom said get off the couch and get to work! as the guy watched a football game and complained. Shuffled his feet into the room and went through the motions. Said a bunch of junk, but said I died in Vietnam, very young and a virgin. That part I always thought myself. I should read my own palm, play my own cards.


  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 12:13 pm #

    They’re making a god of Kerry Packer on television tonight. (For our US/Euro brethren, he’s a localised, slightly lesser evil Murdoch). A state-funded funeral in the opera house for the Big Mac munching polo playing tax avoiding conundrum who probably only gave to charity because he had so much fucking money he didn’t know what to do with it. Anyway, Kilbey, refuse the knighthood; refuse the state funeral. Fuck it, refuse the free herse ride to the cemetery.

    I idolized Sartre for refusing the Nobel prize. Then i read somewhere that a few years later he asked if he could still have the prize money. I don’t know if that story’s true. I don’t know if any story’s. Everything else i’ve read about him said he was a generous bastard who gave all he had away. And fuck it, it probably is easier to take the cash than the accolades.

    love you kilbey, you boho packer you.

  20. avatar
    Daberhasher | 17 February 2006 at 12:18 pm #

    i stole the Pictorial History of World War 1 from my school library in the first grade… that’s how immediate my connection with that time was… been bubbling on the back burner of me mind for 30 years now… my humble apologies to the Pine Crest Lower School Library for my transgression, but larger forces were at work…

    so yeah, i’ve always felt we shared time together before…
    what an intangible notion…
    enemies or mates…
    one’s murderer or one’s solace…

    you create the pool of tears
    and the raft…………
    thanks again…

    Re:incarnation…. nice one hf…..


  21. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 17 February 2006 at 3:40 pm #

    Besos baƱados en sol.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 6:30 pm #

    Despite todays blog, I’d still like to believe that all cigarettes and cigars are rolled on the thighs of virgins.

  23. avatar
    letango | 17 February 2006 at 6:38 pm #

    If you look at the Latin root of genius, the correlation between Janet incarnating, reincarnating as, or possessing that young girl may very well have been a literal act of Genius!

    Since, as it was to the ancient Roman, your genius is the guardian deity or spirit who watches over you from birth, perhaps Janis had indeed taken on this young (now older) miss. Think they agreed before she arrived? Or maybe J was scoping around for someone with big enough pipes?

    We think of genius as innate; some sort of wit or talent that resides within. But what if y’alls genius is connected to some other, ‘nother, nether, ever, world of spirit and it is a relationship–a dynamic–that must be culled, called, honed, enveloped, developed, etcetera?

    The French, my husband always remind me, call orgasm “little death.” I have encountered my own little death on several occasions: while dancing, playing music, singing, birthing, coming, meditating, playing with the ouiji board, reading great poetry, painting (sometimes just the right red). Thus, it seems that to inhabit Genius, or for Genius to inhabit thy self, requires letting go– a willingness to die a little death; i.e., let spirit ride for a while instead of holding too tightly to the reigns as we so often do.

    I’m most excited watching a performer when they get out of the way, take off their skin, and let Genius (spirit) play. That light, when I experience it, hits me hard, makes me high and feels like a precious gift.

    May we all die a little and live a lot every day as the one in the many, the many in the one.

    I surrender
    (only sometimes)


  24. avatar
    Joe Burns | 17 February 2006 at 6:57 pm #

    great post letango… you are on to something (as opposed to on something).

    I’ve been blessed to see genius take over a couple performances, though it’s rare… Stereolab does it from time to time, The Orb has done it a few times, but EVERY time I’ve seen the Chrunch it seems to happen… Their guardian deities must have quite a grip on them!

  25. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 17 February 2006 at 7:59 pm #

    Eres genial!

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 February 2006 at 11:08 pm #

    from the latin gene. it’s now possible to trace re-incarnation through DNA.

  27. avatar
    sue cee | 17 February 2006 at 11:51 pm #

    Genius strikes me as having the mental or artistic ability to grasp or totally focus on a particular area but you can often have utter lack of common sense in others…those classical composers could hold more than one melody in their head at once and still put it all together … which explains my lack of, too many things in my head and then they go nowhere.

    The distinct difference in separating genius is originality with a capittal O – that’s where The Church comes in.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 February 2006 at 12:17 am #

    yes, throw out the I.Q. test forever! Talent cannot be measured. Quick, somebody high-5 me, I just kissed some ass.

  29. avatar
    RA | 18 February 2006 at 7:55 pm #


    I believe Eno did some stuff on Captain Lockheed and the Starfighters.

    Synchronicity..I was listening to Captain Lockheed in the car only two days ago.

    Calvert was real a star. Once saw him wearing sandwich boards outside a Hawkwind gig at Liverpool Empire (about 1980), with a message on them along the lines of “Don’t go in and see hawkwind, stay out here and watch me”

    Must dig out “Freq” for a listen. All the Machines are Quiet amd Ned Ludd.. brilliant.



  30. avatar
    Rubikon | 23 February 2006 at 11:53 pm #

    I don’t believe in kissing ass, it leaves a nasty taste in the mouth

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