posted on January 18, 2011 at 8:39 pm

afterglow of our love

the air stuffed with fish

evening heralded by a thousand breezes

coloured stones in a riverbed

fractured basalt relief

continuum interference

the way it was the way it will always be

the way it always would have been

i’m walking away  from it in my heart

everything forgotten

everything not swept away by death

empires beautiful women great fortunes

no you did not know me in your last life

i have never been anyone remotely glamourous

caught between today and tomorrow

i excavate the ruins finding memories still intact

i translate into my own language the murmuring past

its natural to make some mistakes

its normal to undergo frequent changes

frauds and charlatans have desecrated this temple

the work has just crumbled in my hands

some artisan speaking through the years

on a cracked vase or a vinyl recording

overmind undermind

in this life an unbearable mixture of naivete and cynicism

deep in a kings tomb an indecipherable warning

and in the sky

an old star fades up from the blackness

38 Responses to “mastodon plaza”

  1. avatar
    princey | 18 January 2011 at 8:46 pm #

    niiiiiiiice 🙂

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    meg manestar... | 18 January 2011 at 9:09 pm #

    great stuff.

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    Heather daydream | 18 January 2011 at 9:43 pm #

    lovely still deep

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    trick of the light | 18 January 2011 at 10:07 pm #

    It is with a large dose of bitterseet that I appreciate these words.
    Like the floods – I feel I want to donate to help replace what was lost.
    xx

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    Right Up There | 18 January 2011 at 10:38 pm #

    “i translate into my own language the murmuring past”

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    evilren | 18 January 2011 at 11:34 pm #

    Deep, sorrowful, revealing. I can’t say I haven’t felt this at times myself, although I think I am wiser for it. Time will heal old wounds and be thankful for friends that aren’t cynical. Set your keen sight on better days.

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    david | 18 January 2011 at 11:40 pm #

    …like the dust that settles on my pillow….
    ..and walk upon stranger roads than this one in a world i used to know before….

    ..your photo title reminded me of the tune ..

    ..

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    . | 18 January 2011 at 11:53 pm #

    “be the lighthouse, don’t block out your view…” (MWP)

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      david | 19 January 2011 at 3:18 pm #

      View …also on vinyl ..hard find ..but found!

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 January 2011 at 1:15 am #

    SK-
    That reads as if you have drifted into the state of ‘remembering’ for what is actually still current. Hope…my friend…please still hold onto it. It’s just a mere week away, the ladies in your life will all surround you…ready yourself. You don’t play a character in a play, on stage, over the web,…you are yourself. What made you so endearing to everyone around you is that you are ‘genuine and unique’ , these are some,if not all, of your best qualities. Please do not hover in this state of self-doubt. Shine…glow…be yourself. Why do you think everyone has always been attracted to you? I believe it goes miles away from your art and music, its your charm…wit…the way you drift in-out-about this universe, yet, you still stand before us. Hold on for HOPE. I feel in my heart and view thru my second sight that this can and will be resolved in everyones favor, as long as each individual – big or small – stay genuine and grounded to who they really are. That was the world you all enjoyed not so long ago. With a little help, focus, and simplicity…the whole picture will be placed back in its original frame and centered up on the wall of your life.

    I am holding on and out for hope, please do the same.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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      Lyndall | 19 January 2011 at 11:35 am #

      Darrin – you are on fire! Lx

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 January 2011 at 3:05 am #

        Thank you for that.

        I do not sense that I’m ‘on fire’ lately. Over the past 7-10 days, I have been going to my PT as prescribed and the young lady who is working with me made an error in judgement while attempting to decrease some pain and extended some mobility because of my awful lower back disabilities. She twisted my left leg while trying to stretch out a nerve and that resulted in a enormous amount of acute pain. My leg went numb instantly as if it never even existed, and has not regained its former flexibility, which was not much to begin with. I have missed 3 other medical appointments since this happened and I am house bound because I am petrified to walk stairs, and on the icy-snow conditions here in Chicago. My pain has place me in a dark place and I have stopped painting, and creating music over the past week. I am no where even close to myself.

        Why I am telling you, or in that case…anyone, this is because with the lack of physical mobility, my emotional side has widen drastically. Some may disagree with what I write, or say…and I deeply am sorry for the discomfort I caused someone else out here in this community a little while back. I just feel sad, like many of us, and i am looking for a way out, not necessarily ‘out’ , but to a better place than now . If it happens to be by offering up advice or making someone laugh, I in turn, hope to heal a piece of myself. Pain is NEVER in the mind as some people believe, I am walking proof of that, when I am able to walk…pain free. Bless you for finding my writings worth responding to. And have yourself a great day Lyndall, I can feel empathy from you…which is helping me…thank you.

        AsAlways,
        Darrin K.

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          Lisa | 20 January 2011 at 4:20 pm #

          Darrin, you are on fire and you don’t even know it. Really liked what you had to say today. You really give of yourself for others and that is priceless. I’m sorry to learn that you are in such pain and do hope you feel better soon. You may have stopped painting and creating music, but you have definitely notched up the writing 🙂

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            BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 21 January 2011 at 1:54 am #

            Lisa and Lyndall ROCK !!!

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    Lara | 19 January 2011 at 2:17 am #

    I like this. The last few lines in your posts are always really good. Wonder what that means?

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    DavidP | 19 January 2011 at 2:27 am #

    the work can be hard but its not impossible
    and probably not as hard as we think
    it takes place in each moment
    and can begin in a moment once we decide
    to sacrifice the lower for the spiritual
    the temporary for the eternal
    first comes the animal then comes the spirit
    the human animal with potential to be
    a true human Being
    all the myths, legends and parables have pointed to it
    and its written in the stars

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    bionicanna | 19 January 2011 at 5:42 am #

    such gracefully decaying words seem to make time stand still, and that picture haunts me so.

    indecipherable warnings: the small print of the ancient world. or could’ve been for his reopened eyes only.

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    mime | 19 January 2011 at 6:38 am #

    the “afterglow of our love”, the afterglow of our lives… haunting indeed

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    Lara | 19 January 2011 at 8:03 am #

    p.s. see “Fish” in Some Rain Must Fall by Michel Faber. A fave short story.

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    Bernadette Keys | 19 January 2011 at 8:22 am #

    Thats a very good photograph Steve – would be a good CD cover – with the text in the black section.

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    cazziem | 19 January 2011 at 9:43 am #

    I think we can all identify with this one SK at times in our lives. Is reflection good or bad for the soul? I really don’t know, but I do tend to find that when it comes to love, wants, needs and desires they usually come into my life when I stop looking for them

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      Anonymous | 19 January 2011 at 1:24 pm #

      avatar… I think that’s what the picture is called. It’s a very stunning (new) one.

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    Once | 19 January 2011 at 12:25 pm #

    I’m running out of adjectives.

    This is so moving…the ruins are a gorgeous metaphor…one can FEEL the place, the sadness and regret.

    “in this life an unbearable mixture of naivete and cynicism”

    I LOVE that line. I am, as per usual, floored.

    Ah, Mr. Kilbey…you may at times seem disappointed; yet, you never disappoint.

    Thank you,

    D.

    P.S. Getting the corporate apartment downtown SFO on the 4th Feb…after-party, anyone??

  18. avatar
    colette | 19 January 2011 at 2:17 pm #

    I love ‘your own language’ even though or because I don’t always understand it.

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    plumlady | 19 January 2011 at 2:25 pm #

    Thought maybe I’d see you making an appearance at Oprah’s big event (ha ha). They should have had The Church play instead of whatever lame band it was….
    Anyways, bundle up before you come to the states; it’s cold here!

  20. avatar
    Brian Ison | 19 January 2011 at 3:07 pm #

    I came here to ask you a question and you’ve already answered it.

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    hellbound heart | 19 January 2011 at 3:09 pm #

    with the death of the old comes the birth of the new…..

    love always….

  22. avatar
    Brian Ison | 19 January 2011 at 3:10 pm #

    come here to this great tectonic plate

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    Karen | 19 January 2011 at 9:54 pm #

    back on the chain gang & to tired to really take it in

    look at the pretty glowing light on the right fading up from the blackness

  24. avatar
    Cecilia | 20 January 2011 at 6:13 am #

    no you did not know me in your last life
    i have never been anyone remotely glamourous

    no, no me conociste en una vida previa
    nunca he sido una persona encantadora

    caught between today and tomorrow
    i excavate the ruins finding memories still intact

    atrapado entre hoy y mañana
    excavo las ruinas encontrando memorias intactas

    15

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    Narelle | 20 January 2011 at 11:26 am #

    Great photo…
    and an age old story (better to know the enemy)…..and thanks to the fools of the species the story will be continued. It takes a brave soul to speak out. Never mind…’an old star fades….

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    Crasher | 20 January 2011 at 12:42 pm #

    Aaah Mastadon Plaza.Wilma and Betty browsing through the stores.Lyrical musings beneath.Is that music I can hear in the background ? No, it’s those bloody Hare Krishnas next door washing the pots and pans.
    Old medieval joke with references to bells, church and dark habits.
    How do you describe a Jester carrying a Nun ?
    Answer:Vergin’ on the ridiculous.

  27. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 20 January 2011 at 1:33 pm #

    hey SK,
    just to let you know Mary contacted me and we have decided to “just be friends” and let by gones be by gones, we are going to spend the weekend together, I miss my feathered friends like never before…

  28. avatar
    Donna | 20 January 2011 at 1:52 pm #

    Poignant. I have read this again and again.

  29. avatar
    Mike | 21 January 2011 at 8:36 am #

    Good enough writing to be a song, or in a book of poems.

  30. avatar
    sarah | 21 January 2011 at 2:59 pm #

    YES


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