posted on November 22, 2007 at 6:02 am

we just wanted a little magic
dont you know we deserve it
its only a slight crack in the ordinary
the man says abracadabra
and swans fly out of his sleeves
we wanted power we wanted to pull strings
we wanted to call down love from the storm
and command love :
make him love her
make she love him
we want to circumnavigate this gravity ache
somewhere i know how it feels to be light
this box of tricks is empty
give me a spell for making it rain
tell us the secrets of life that can be used
the power an old man like me could safely wield
look into the peoples eyes and take em down
harnessing qi to my will
i would pin the mountains against the sky
oh they should have made me the greatest of the magicians
my enemies would dwindle and
the toads would multiply
thats right
i’d gladly turn my thieving murdering enemies into swine
and send a mighty tempest to disrupt their broad band
i would show off at every opportunity
floating down streets
making time go backwards
resurrecting the old days
attacking the citadels of the philistine phools
ravishing the sacrifices i would order
i would transmute bullshit into platinum ingots
i would levitate the whalers up to the dead moon
i would give the rich to the poor
a fearsome warlock
a wizard tyrant with stars and moons on my gown
a druid with woad over kill
yes a priest of apollo with jurisdiction over men
those rays emanating from my tanned hands
whipping up a magical breakfast just like that
farseeing and nearly merciful
attended by spiritual beings
guided by angels
greeted by the daily night
crimson marks of identification
ability to perform difficult ceremonies
available only on outcall
see black board for changing special offers
discreet and obliging magic man
with own wand and wandering attention
more charms than charming
erskine if you havent guessed
walking on waiters
waiting on the alignment of certain evil stars
biding his time
doing his postures
undergoing his disciplines
austere and flamboyant
moving like a snakey voodoo king
striking like lightning and always twice
burning with occult heat
appearing near you

27 Responses to “magic”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 22 November 2007 at 6:53 am #

    yes, wouldn’t it be nice to have these powers?? a lot of frustration and heartache would be eliminated.

    thoughtful one today. thanks.

    lotza love….

  2. avatar
    JONNY NOT YET SO HOLLYWOODISH | 22 November 2007 at 6:55 am #

    evil lucky stars…

  3. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 22 November 2007 at 7:19 am #

    The Old Testament God converges with the New Testament God. Strife and love vie. Malevolence and benevolence clash. The “Awful Ache” resonates and “Blessed One” negates the divisive bait.

  4. avatar
    PAGEY | 22 November 2007 at 7:20 am #

    your wish is my command. all the suffering muses burst forth a syllable to mesh with the next magis breath for you. all splintered but coming together for you in a magic assemblance. all is yours. the point is on your forehead. the chest is full, the lent is churned into one big focal point. the day is yours for the days that come in walls sound. take them, trade them. channel the muses now for ultimate truth in the black days that come now and for eternal here on this soiled beach.

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    Melissa | 22 November 2007 at 7:33 am #

    ‘An ye harm none, do what thou wilt’ ..

    though ..’i would levitate the whalers up to the dead moon’ .. that’s ok πŸ˜‰

  6. avatar
    captainmission | 22 November 2007 at 7:44 am #

    your a poet of such great beauty sometimes mr. kilbey.
    ‘to command love’ the ultimate magick.

  7. avatar
    fantasticandy | 22 November 2007 at 7:48 am #

    love the line about’blackboard specials’!
    just too cool today killah…..
    andy L.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 November 2007 at 9:01 am #

    Irk ? Irk? What’s this irk idea? I don’t understand why there’s this perception that the mention of whoever is designed to irk?

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 November 2007 at 9:18 am #

    Yes, I see can you as a magus – older and wiser now than when conjuring the prodigies of your youth, but still a man of power.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 November 2007 at 10:19 am #

    you definitely didnt buy your magic kit at Toys r us,…..did you…!could a fiend be greedy and have 3 wishes? like a pig with purple spots,a never-ending supply of chocolate blueberries,and a vague idea as to where the remote for my stereo is…:)….but truly,that was just magic SK!{woops!?}’ve always had this magic SK..but i know what you a child i used to command the elements from my bedroom window.{haha,or so i imagined}i could make the wind whip up a pile of leaves,swirl them around,and DROP THEM! πŸ˜‰ beautiful words today..have a fantastical evening Steve!,as always,gen xxxxx

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 22 November 2007 at 11:46 am #

    mentioned symphonic music and cecil b demille yesterday…definitely need it for today’s blog…
    guided by angels…sure you’re not the one hiding wings and a halo? me thinks if i sneaked a peek i’d see them tucked away…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart
    ps valeska, shine on, sweetie

  12. avatar
    the men of porn made me do it | 22 November 2007 at 1:41 pm #

    Belial asks me to say that it’s fairly permissable to mis-spell a Swedish personal name. Better than recording a reading of Season In Hell and mis-pronouncing ‘catechism’ anyway…

  13. avatar
    Roman | 22 November 2007 at 4:30 pm #

    Steve, I once tried to persuade Henry Rollins that you, rather than Nick Cave, were the best and most creative Australian musician of the 20th century. He wouldn’t have it, unfortunately, although he did like Space from Narcosis. Just thought you should know that…

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    Anonymous | 22 November 2007 at 4:47 pm #

    I like the idea that the younger Kilbey would love what the current Kilbey is doing with his/their/your muse. That’s a good place to be, I think. Bring on the Painkiller!

  15. avatar
    zorro 10-15 | 22 November 2007 at 7:43 pm #

    Woke up drunk from last nights festivities, decided to throw on sealine, one of my alltime favorite canciones, THE EVENING THE TREES LASHED AT THE WINDOWS, THE ROOTS COME UP, STRANGLE THE CANDLES, pure fukin’geniuss, Keep it up Kilbo, Happy T-DAY everyone!!!

  16. avatar
    Zorro 10-15 | 22 November 2007 at 7:49 pm #

    P.S. Hennry Rollins is a Pussy.

  17. avatar
    CSTCoach | 22 November 2007 at 7:51 pm #

    while i would definitely appreciate full-on sorcerer’s powers a la The Tempest or to pull a swine transformation like Circe, i do think that there is still magic in the world.

    It happens in simple things, like the transmutation of grapes to wine (pure fucking magic! – yeah, there’s chemistry involved, but that doesn’t totally explain it – why is some wine absolutely sublime and the rest plonk?). It happens with music, the way it transmits a feeling from one soul to another. It even happens in cst, when i change someone’s performance or abilities instantly and reawaken latent talent (i understand how and why it works, but it still feels like magic to me every time).

    its nice to have this blog to remind oneself of the magic in the mundane, every time the workday TV vapid world starts to grind ya down…


  18. avatar
    davem | 22 November 2007 at 8:25 pm #

    Very Boosh-like!!
    Loved it.

  19. avatar
    timf | 22 November 2007 at 8:35 pm #


    available only on outcall?
    are you speaking of a magician or
    prostitue or both?

    nice entry sk! thanks

  20. avatar
    steve kilbey | 22 November 2007 at 8:51 pm #

    if only henry rollins liked me ……
    oh well
    some wishes will never come true
    mispronouncing a wurd?
    no never…!!!!
    oh no
    the shame
    the shame
    is that a word mary poppins made up?

  21. avatar
    steve kilbey | 22 November 2007 at 8:52 pm #

    we know one of our pests is a catholic now, right?

  22. avatar
    lily was here | 22 November 2007 at 9:24 pm #

    Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was her claim to fame Killer. Is that how you spell it?

    I was going to write something striking and clever this morning Wizard of love (there’s a first time for everything) but you distracted me in the comments. Nevermind. Henry Rollins always bypassed my radar. Not enough magic in his wand? …which sounds a bit rude. and, he’s a scary looking magician.

    ps a rain spell will do me, please place me an order for sunday.

  23. avatar
    cita | 22 November 2007 at 10:10 pm #

    We wanted to call down love from the storm…oohh that’s nice… conjuring all kinds of wonderful images in my head.

    Being guide by angels its the only way to fly. A magical musing… many thanks to the magic man.

  24. avatar
    CSTCoach | 22 November 2007 at 10:35 pm #

    i introduced that season in hell reading to a good friend of mine who teaches English in high school, and who is also an appreciator of Rimbaud (sk: that’s the guy with me in the Taklamakan desert expedition pic in Outpost). He loved it so much he plans to play it for his class in the poetry unit.

    Its a great reading. Really captures the torment, the anguish. and the distortions in the background work really well with it.

  25. avatar
    ...being here, doing this... | 24 November 2007 at 1:18 am #

    “oh they should have made me the greatest of the magicians”


    Once someone approached a disciple of the Muslim mystic Bahaudin Naqshband and said, β€œTell me why your Master conceals his miracles. I have personally collected data that shows beyond doubt that he has been present in more than one place at a time; that he healed people by the power of his prayers but tells them it was the work of nature; that he helped people in their troubles and then attributes it to their good luck. Why does he do this?”

    β€œI know exactly what you are talking about,” said the disciple, β€œfor I have observed these things myself. And I think I can give you the answer to your question. First, the Master recoils from being the centre of attention. And secondly, he is convinced that once people develop an interest in the miraculous, they have no desire to learn anything of true spiritual value.”

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    ...being here, doing this... | 24 November 2007 at 1:26 am #

    “i would show off at every opportunity
    floating down streets
    making time go backwards”


    One day Hasan of Basra saw Rabi’a al Adawiya near the riverside. Casting his prayer mat on the water, he stepped on to it and said, “O Rabi’a, come let us pray together.”

    Rabi’a said, “O Hasan, why have you set yourself up like a salesman in the bazaar of this world? You do this because of your weakness.”

    With that she threw her prayer mat into the air, flew up on it, and said, “Come up here, Hasan, so that people may see us.”

    But that was more than Hasan could accomplish, so he was silent. Rabi’a, wishing to gain his heart, said, “O Hasan, a fish can do what you did and a fly can do what I did. The real work lies beyond both of these; that is what we must occupy ourselves with.”

  27. avatar
    OMG | 25 November 2007 at 12:44 am #

    omg, i orgasm at the thought…

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