posted on December 31, 2007 at 11:22 pm

a pulsing red beacon swaying on a hill
gathered unto itself the entire folden valley
and as it pulsed as it lit up
it sucked at the strength of the valley
and the lights in all the houses went off
momentarily
as this great red light pulled the energy into itsself
and sydney a veritable fuckin babylon
who you kidding lady
this place is sodom on the sea
deep into the night i hear the sudden cries and groans
i hear women whimper in fear or some terrible erotic disgrace
sounds tower up and find me in the dark
they choose me
they empty themselves into my ears
they blot out everything else
even my deafened ears tune in to conversations from a mile away
the parties have degenerated into drunken roman messes
people stagger and vomit
the heat of the night
can you imagine it the heat the terrible heat
the summer night making everyone go crazy
the sea and the doof doof doof
the rivers of beer that washed down stupid necks
they bellow out there in the madness
in that overcolourised superimposition
meanwhile natalie lies there i say
what year is this madam is this 1837?
and she cannot answer
shh shhh i say
youve been dreaming of a future
and i stroke her hair
and i soothe her brow
what year is this my queen i ask again
and what new year eve is this
and neither of us can truthfully say
and the floor in our red room undulated
and i disappeared into other centuries for oh centuries
but when i reappeared i said to my love
why she was looking like marie antoinette
with the tiny blonde curls round her fevered brow
just like scarlet
and i said my love the fireworks
as we sat in the darkness
as the children thankfully slept fitfully
marie antoinette and i
her humblest footman or fool
watched the explosions in a sky
unable to tell what was where
and i wondered where i was
and what year this would be
and all the time
i was the the amorous service of that white queen
i gulped vodka and guarana and it swirled into my trip
like a wicked tornado
unleashing a thousand more beasts
i looked down at my tanned arms and my slender wrists
turning into the panther
in the darkness i growled
and waited to be fed by the zookeepers
for whom i had a nasty delicious surprise
in my mirror
i was adonis
i was a skinny olde olde boney man on his last new years
suddenly the real me breaks through
my eyes bulging black birds ravenously devouring the night
my hair soaking wet plastered againt my burning skull
i sweat and i sweat as i glide through the heat
i see my true face
i see my red smooth angular face
i see my face which fascinates me
i see my true nature
the english cad
the villain
the marquis
licentious unrelenting
seizing upon things
dave mccombs portrait pushes out of the paper
check this out i say as we watch
him try to break out of his portrait
his undulating face
he turns his gaze and fixes us
ha ha ha we run away
but it wont all stop
oh baby i want it stop now
but it wont
it wont let me go
i cant tell what im doing
i dont know what im saying
if these spirits have offended….

25 Responses to “lysurgicke void”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 1 January 2008 at 12:10 am #

    “and i wondered where i was
    and what year this would be”
    that’s a question i have every year. well, for me, the new year’s a little more than 5 1/2 hours away, so i guess i’ll find out soon enough.

    have a good day, steve.

    lotza love……

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2008 at 12:53 am #

    Chamomile tea, toast,
    and some fine chocolate……..
    oughta do the trick.

    Happy 008!

    xKittykat

  3. avatar
    fantasticandy | 1 January 2008 at 1:44 am #

    oh crikey panther,
    that was a bit intense!
    got a sweat on meself now…
    and it’s winter here.
    andy L.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2008 at 2:34 am #

    wow, word smithing at its finest…I’m gone there again. Such a sucker for century bridgers dream weavers

  5. avatar
    General Catz | 1 January 2008 at 3:12 am #

    you know you’re never supposed to look in the mirror….

    miss grove

  6. avatar
    linjo | 1 January 2008 at 3:41 am #

    Visions and sounds of “The Wall” have been going round and round in my head lately courtesy of your bloggy.
    So fuckin depressing but fascinating and compulsive viewing.

    Definitely must now buy uninvited like the cloulds if Brien C says that it is even better than my most beloved cd the bends.
    Lindy loo in beautiful Tuncurry invaded by the masses!

  7. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 1 January 2008 at 4:47 am #

    just another Manic Monday…
    Hollywood

  8. avatar
    Sam Sejavka | 1 January 2008 at 5:18 am #

    Happy New Year, Steve

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2008 at 6:45 am #

    Happy 2008 to you sk. Hope it will be a good one for you. Listening to a Church cd and hoping 2008 will bring lots of Church/solo gigs to olde Sydley town. Take care.

    Peace & love,
    Therese

  10. avatar
    Melby Symon | 1 January 2008 at 6:47 am #

    Last night I reflected on this whole new year business and the loss of someone I knew from a brain tumour on Boxing day. He’s gone 5 days now and everything seems so superficial. I know life goes on…but is this some sort of bad fucking joke.

    So many people live, communicate and love in flawed ways…like they are going to live forever. There is no substance to their existence…I hear them on the night air at their parties…full of piss and wind…just like you heard in old Sydney town last night Steve.

    Sodom on the sea…how poignant. Yet again you’ve nailed it Steve.

    Peace to yourself and all fiends.

  11. avatar
    Leelinau | 1 January 2008 at 7:38 am #

    ^_^

    happy
    new
    year
    to all

  12. avatar
    The Kipper | 1 January 2008 at 8:21 am #

    I’ve had a few nights like that myself. A bit of pain in the gulliver the next day for sure.

    One time, I found a mirror and a roll of coax cable in the crawlspace under a house I had bought. I took them inside. The mirror was old, large and rectangular, and bordered with dark walnut. It looked nice in the hallway, but something about it made me uneasy, so I put it back under the house. The roll of cable seemed to have no bad mojo associated, and came to be useful. I made a very long guitar cord out of it, which at outdoor gigs, made it possible to keep playing rhythm and hang out at the beer keg at the same time. It wound up in the attic after a long life. Sometimes, we are the mirror and other times we are the roll of cable.

  13. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 1 January 2008 at 10:30 am #

    We all have our own internal ‘Babylon’s’ going on at this time of the year. I personally detest the imposition of the concept of time – N.Y.E is a way to enforce our society to accept the concept & attempts to thrust upon us a type of blood letting; past hurts, regrets, painful memories, disappointments, dissullionments, expectations we have/had of ourselves & others that can and can’t be lived up to, letting go etc, etc. The idea of a revelling at N.Y. E I think is to encourage us to symbolically let go and be willing to go with the tide of time and accept the challenge to move forward in ourselves & with ‘time’.

    I wear a tiny watch, so tiny I can barely read it. I detest the concept of time, and personally struggle with it all the time. I went to a N.Y. E party at the yacht club; live band on the beach, it was actually a great party, (no alcohol or drugs for me in order to have a good time especially when there’s live music). As is usual for me, I left a little before midnight in order to observe my own private ‘Babylon and in order to not revel in that of others.

    It’s still beautiful here on the Mornington Peninsula, even though to a large extent ‘Babylon’ reigns here at this time of the year. I couldn’t live anywhere where human energy is greater than the energy of natural surroundings, for me that would be too disturbing to my spiritual wellbeing and those of my boys.

    I’ve just subscribed as I felt it was about time I coughed up as you give so much of yourself to us your readers.
    I wish for you and your family that maybe you can afford a holiday away from the mayhem Killa.

    Peace of spirit to you.

  14. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 1 January 2008 at 10:32 am #

    Sorry to hear about your friend’s passing Melby Simon – Peace of spirit to you also.

  15. avatar
    lily was here | 1 January 2008 at 10:37 am #

    What happened next??

    A heady night in la maison de rougé! Happy new year sk. A time to spring clean the soul and sweep the past out the door (the bad bits anyway). I wish wonderful days for everyone. Black Onyx may help those who still grieve … and Berocca for those who have overindulged
    love Sue
    x

  16. avatar
    princey | 1 January 2008 at 10:59 am #

    Wow, fireworks went off at the kilbey house by the sounds of it sk, great first blog for the new year!
    Love Amanda
    P.S Sorry to hear you’re down Melby Symon, hope you’ll be ok. Good news for you Symon, sk is coming to Melby Feb 24th, hope this cheers you up a little.

  17. avatar
    markobears | 1 January 2008 at 11:36 am #

    have a doof doof doofless new years.

  18. avatar
    Melby Symon | 1 January 2008 at 11:44 am #

    Thanks Amanda & EB for your thoughts and kind words…

    SK in Melby 24th Feb…GREAT NEWS..thanks for all your gentle persuasion Amanda. I always read with joy your little nudgings and comments for Steve to come back to Melby soon.

    Steve…I hope that the joie de vivre is burning bright for you and your family.

  19. avatar
    davem | 1 January 2008 at 5:03 pm #

    Crikey……all I did last night was go out for an aloo & chana dosa.

  20. avatar
    fantasticandy | 1 January 2008 at 7:22 pm #

    sounds nice enough to me dave!
    luv,
    andy L.

  21. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 1 January 2008 at 10:32 pm #

    A decadent,corpulent animal loving vegetarian’s 3 favorite 2007 CDs.

    The Church=El Momento Siguiente.

    Impeccable vocals and musicianship throughout. Great tracks include “Wide Open Road”,”Electric Lash”, “Reptile” and “Grind”.

    Steve Vai=Sound Theories

    Riveting guitar riffs accompanied by a brilliant Dutch Orchestra.

    Paul McCartney=Memory Almost Full

    On five songs MACCA captutres some of his Beatles’ era magic.

  22. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 1 January 2008 at 10:34 pm #

    Spelling revision.

    MACCA recaptures.

    My mind is virtually atrophied.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2008 at 12:02 am #

    Happy New Year sk

    I wish you good health, prosperity & contentment.

    Looking forward to more of the same from your good self in 2008.

    Thanks in anticipation.

    Love
    Lady Di

  24. avatar
    davidcwelker | 2 January 2008 at 3:16 pm #

    Peaceful New Year to ya’ Mister SK and readers of the time being

  25. avatar
    tim | 2 January 2008 at 5:38 pm #

    very nice sk…reminds me of a small piece of prose i wrote…only not so eloquently put as your words but perhaps we’re coming from the same space..its called…somebody else’s face…

    I can’t focus
    I try to think of something else
    but somthing is pulling
    and pushing
    all at once
    its calling without
    making a sound
    its a feeling
    a vision
    i see people
    and places
    i’ve never seen before
    i can’t shake it
    so i just go with it
    i’m seeing a victorian streetscape
    with horses and carriages
    and people laughing
    women in elaborate dress
    men in suits
    what is this?
    people are talking to me
    but i can not hear
    i only see this time
    and place
    its almost
    as if i am
    wearing
    someone
    elses
    face

    the wierd thing about this is that immediately after writing it i wanted to find a picture of a victorian streetscape so I googled it and the first thing to come up was a victorian era photo of the main street….in my own hometown…how bizarre.

    your writing sometimes also reminds me of the irish mystic george william russell or AE as was his pen name who also was drawn by visions and voices from times past, present and future…

    thanks for keeping the “candle of vision” lit.

    timf


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