posted on March 12, 2011 at 8:11 am

avida dollar$

the players assemble

it never gets any easier

from macbeth to mack the knife

we read our lines

we make the gestures

locked into character

we stalk these stages

we move in and out of focus

we embrace and ignore the others

at the end of long days suddenly

the theatre closes down

out on grim snowy streets we are adrift

i knock on various doors i find

in a corridor of doors

in a roomful of white gardens

in market place within a globe of snow

i am sorry i have never been outside before

i do not know how to act when i’m not acting

once everything was taken care of

i knew what to say and when

the bullets were blanks

the sky and trees just props

the music written especially for each scene

singing and dancing and moving to cues

out here where life is harsh

this winter bores into me

my words unheard declaimed from a gutter

the birds sing ugly songs

incessant upheaval

impossible weariness

each new day staggered out of future

yes i deserve everything the good and the bad

a snake on a ladder

a viper in romes bosom

a slow worm on a fast track

we should undo all that we did

the void is kinder than we’d imagine i’m sure

otherwise it would not be

nothing has become something

sometimes the opposite is true

my characters taught me much

and i marvel how they possess me still

and how time flies when you having your best shot

and time stops when you forget just one line

and opening nights and the end of a run

in a chemical glow of faces and seats

the audience awaiting just beyond the crimson curtains

merciless critics

adoring fans

the rustle of programmes

maybe only last year

i strode on the stage

prospero to the nines

my cloak with its magical signs

a tower on a wild isle

but i was a magician among the spirits

and how ariel obeying my commands

shot thru the sky on an almost invisible harness

winched by the stagehands in another universe behind the facades

and the mechanical waves went up and down

and at the movement of my staff

the sound of thunder

the flash of  artificial lightning

the vague sound of torrential rain

how they roared as i cast my spells into that firmament containing mayhem

ariel calling down the storm

turmoil vivid like a scar

all shot through with delicious revenge

afterwards as i took off my makeup

the players chatting quietly and smoking cigarettes

i was still in the mirror with miranda and caliban

and the isle swirled around my wild eyes

outside here

the real life

waking from a sweet fleeting dream

up against the present stretching on all sides

absolutely impenetrable

the past is inviolate

even for prospero

who lays down his magic

and retires into obscurity









24 Responses to “malchick harvest”

  1. avatar
    princey | 12 March 2011 at 8:35 am #

    Lovely stuff Nevets, the magician strikes again! 🙂

    Have a beautiful day,
    love Amanda

  2. avatar
    queenhatshepsut | 12 March 2011 at 9:08 am #

    “It never gets any easier…”
    Hmmm…I wonder if it does for anyone?
    Beautiful as always, Steven.
    Denise xxoo

  3. avatar
    Belfrank | 12 March 2011 at 9:54 am #

    Life imitates art / art imitates life.

  4. avatar
    Rachel | 12 March 2011 at 10:03 am #

    afterwards as i took off my makeup
    the players chatting quietly and smoking cigarettes
    i was still in the mirror with miranda and caliban
    and the isle swirled around my wild eyes


  5. avatar
    Joe Gibson | 12 March 2011 at 10:46 am #

    Sometimes there seems to be diegesis in real life. However, things get really strange when real life seems non-diegetic.

    Thanks for recounting, SK!

  6. avatar
    VotSS | 12 March 2011 at 6:26 pm #

    $alvador Dali

  7. avatar
    scottt | 12 March 2011 at 6:32 pm #

    bloody good use of the word firmament

  8. avatar
    concerned | 12 March 2011 at 9:06 pm #

    what to make of this fascism?
    (see news article below)

    • avatar
      Cocoamo | 13 March 2011 at 12:26 am #

      I don’t know if it’s so much fascism as just irony. Check out this interview with Sir Paul Nurse, nobel prize winner in medicine and physiology, who couldn’t get his green card to work in the US because he had the short form of birth certificate.

      Adding to the irony, the disgusted Nurse, in researching his birth certificate, discovered that the woman he thought was his sister (now dead) was in actuality his real mother and his real father was unidentified. The people he thought were his parents were actually his grandparents.

      Meanwhile, the tsunami of illegal immigrants continues to surge over the borders of the US. More irony.

  9. avatar
    Richard | 12 March 2011 at 9:43 pm #

    been trying for ages to think of a good church joke
    but keep getting stuck trying to think of something funny about the Church
    well, tonight I’m on a roll
    what’s the difference between :
    the Church and Barack Obama?
    >>one is doing quite well in the US at the moment
    the Church and George Bush jnr?
    >>one says lots of things most people don’t understand
    the Church and Ronald Reagan?
    >>one was big in the eighties but is now dead
    the Church and Hilary Clinton?
    >>one was in the UK recently
    the Church and Bill Clinton?
    >>one DID have sexual relations with that woman

    • avatar
      Narelle | 13 March 2011 at 8:08 am #

      if B Obama has a 30 year run, I will continue to pray, the US citizens do eventualy obtain equitable and fair access to a health care system for all…as we do in Australia…and that, no other President as ever managed to achieve…or even cared about…good luck to him!

      From the Guard over the speaker system, on the train to the City yesterday, loud and clear…
      “Would the two intelligent people that keep changing carriages…delaying the train…its the same train!!!
      Cheers and enjoy the day

      • avatar
        Jonny Hollywood | 14 March 2011 at 6:54 am #

        sad but true, we will never have a health care system like the land of Oz!!!

    • avatar
      Richard | 13 March 2011 at 2:01 pm #

      they seemed a little better after 4 glasses of red!

  10. avatar
    st. agnes | 12 March 2011 at 11:10 pm #

    we all pay to play those fuzzy warbles…

  11. avatar
    Cocoamo | 13 March 2011 at 12:06 am #

    Sometimes the blog is a diary. Sometimes it gives us crystal insight into the hard work and sweat involved in the creation of your incredible music.

    Sometimes there is an element of soap opera. Behind the scenes, a hint that all is not always just peachy.

    Sometimes it’s just muttering, a virtually incomprehensible stream of consciousness, like a room full of people all talking at once.

    Then there are entries like this. Beautiful sweeping visions that transport us from one surreal setting to another with intense emotion. A roller coaster for the soul. Sigh…

    And is the void kinder than we might think? The perchance to dream possibility – if it’s not sweet then what will become of us?

    The drive for fame and notoriety constantly conflicts with the desire for the solace of obscurity, anonymity.

    Always the yin and yang colliding like atoms smashing. Can make one’s heady hurt.

    Awe-inspiring work of art you present here.

    Your friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 March 2011 at 2:23 am #

    subways, tragedies, movement, nature, justice

  13. avatar
    Karen | 13 March 2011 at 9:42 am #

    “i do not know how to act when Im not acting” …
    neither do I all actors arent we?
    does make ones heady hurt cocoabeach lady
    here I go again about the fags..but giving up makes you stare into the void a little longer guess thats one of the reasons why people smoke its a minny ditraction lot more time on my hands literally

  14. avatar
    . | 13 March 2011 at 1:07 pm #

    cast me a spell
    lead me to that magic portal
    where joy loops and all is well

    great words today steve.

  15. avatar
    sarah | 13 March 2011 at 2:02 pm #

    stunning magickal weave of words. a beautiful lament of reality veiled as manifested individuality. its so neurotic in parts its enlightened. ordinary human embodiment is not so ordinary is it? i absolutely love your poetics. thank-you.

  16. avatar
    hellbound heart | 13 March 2011 at 2:22 pm #

    the magician…..
    the actor…….
    peel back the layers and you find…..


    love always…..

  17. avatar
    Once | 13 March 2011 at 4:42 pm #

    Top cat holds a bass that
    Has two too many strings
    Yeah, you can tell he’s an older cat
    But ya can’t tell when he sings
    And your body is thrumming along with the notes
    And your brain is trying to remember the quotes
    Ya wanna use ‘em later, admit it.
    Your radar hits on guitar to his left
    So many more strings, orchestral
    Your teeth ring and rhyme, you sing like the deaf
    Any sound you can make monumental.
    And your spirit is rising over the crowd
    And your soul is screaming but silent and bowed
    Ya wanna feel like this always, admit it.
    Top cat holds a bass and
    The knowledge and sadness that come with it
    And oh, you don’t want this gift my friend
    He struggles because he’s become mythic
    To you.

  18. avatar
    mattyc | 14 March 2011 at 3:11 am #

    turning the inside out.the knowing of which lines have been written, and which lines are ours… the enlightened Prospero lays down his craft (maybe?), only the magician really knows for sure……

  19. avatar
    mattyc | 14 March 2011 at 6:56 am #

    our thoughts and prayers to the people of Japan. please send love and support in any way you can.

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 March 2011 at 11:34 am #


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