posted on September 11, 2007 at 2:09 am

walking up n down buns-wicke street blowing a bone
after the motel man seemed quite antipathetic to the idea
i drift off to times in this city as a childe of les n joyce
these houses on stilts and the wild vegetation
under the house with howard n angela playing
i threw a dart in russells leg
he just stood there looking at me
with “how could you?” in his eyes
he didnt even call out to mum
we go to a swimming pool complex called the oasis
the water in the different pools is freezing
look heres the film of me endlessly jumping off a diving board
dad thinks its funny in reverse
so in this version
after my white freckly body hits the water
and goes under
there is a strange tumescence in the water
and with a great gush
lo the boy appears again
and ascends back up
to land perfectly surefooted back on the diving board
dripping dry suddenly
uncle ralph n auntie stella didnt seem to like me much
they could already see me going bad when i was 6 or 7
auntie stella was an oddity in our midst
an australian………
everyone else was english
sometimes my dad would do funny impressions
of the way she called mum joycie
and couldnt see that (in those days)
you didnt call my mum joycie
any more than youd call me stevie
but thats what (we) australians do
we put an ie or y on the enda yer name
whether you want it or not
it evens up the odds a bit
takes you down a peg or two
anyway brisbane was wild in those days
so amazingly hot
(always there at xmas!)
ralph was an old pal of dads from the british marines
this guy i could imagine in warfare
he seemed like the real deal to me
whereas my dad i found it hard to imagine him
bayonetting the enemy
it wasnt what my dad wanted to do
he wanted to have a cigarette with em
and talk about cars
but uncle ralph
i reckon he was more a warrior type
i could always hear em telling my dad
he was too soft on me
and that i was too cheeky
if only they had known that one day
i’d be back
walking up the main drag smoking a spliff
with a little box that could play 15000 songs
and headphones that cut out the outside noise
and i was listening to it all in random order
and i was getting a sign from my dead friend
via my little music box
and i stopped in to the same night owl shop
n bought raspberry speed
in a funny little can
and the r. speed n the spliff n the yoga i’d just done
and the cold shower i’d just taken
and i saw m the v
and im-ber
wave at me from a bus
and then my song came on my shuffle
a song i did with martin k
and for a moment it all locked in
like 5 lemons coming up in a fruit machine
the planets were aligned
i moved up that hill more like a rubbery youth than olde manne
energy n wherewithal surged in my body
and i dreamed a million wondrous things
which i instantly forgot again
i bought a wheatgrass juice which is liquid light
i turn up eventually at gig
now the judy wright centre
is a lovely venue no matter how you look at it
and its really nice to do yer thing there
i saw linda neil do her new passion club the night before
with tragic mandarin love story as closer
i knew how it looked from audience
i mingled with people
i signed stuff for some very nice people
ranging from young ladies to one woman even older than me
im much more the congenial mature author
than wild abandoned rocker
which is much less stress on ye olde system
and i try to be polite
and i try to focus
its hard sometimes to focus
i just keep drifting off
all the time
i fall out of character easily
you see im not really any one fixed thing
maybe thats true for everyone
but i sense more continuity in other people
than i can feel in my self
i am mercurial in all its good n bad implications
after spending a whole life thinking who i could be
i am at last realising i am just potentials
to be realised by whomever im with
no one gets a full real me
not the church
not my family
not my friends
certainly not my enemies
not strangers either
there is no full real me to be had
personalities rush in to fill a void when it becomes apparent
to one i am a saint
to another a villain
to some a genius
to many a fool
actually most people have never heard of me
and they dont give a tuppenny stuff
but anyway
its weird dealing with the public
i thought i would like it
and then i hated it
and now its ok but weird
pretty girls n ugly oafs
fans n people who want an argument
old ladies n shy young men
who can remain even handed?
can one be good at everything?
can you be a good poet n a gracious stranger?
of course you can
but was charlie baudelaire a nice bloke?
i doubt it
i think at the end of the day
being a nice bloke gonna get you into a heathens heaven
quicker than being an amazing poet
tho the world doth verily need more of both
i do feel like a bit of a dying breed here
the neo renaissance person i guess you could say
or a good all rounder at everything
someone who can maintain a certain aesthetic
thru out different disciplines
a certain thing you can depend on getting
anyway thats my lofty ideal
anyway thats my petty ambition
trying to be reasonable
trying to understand
trying to not let my restless mind
vent its wicked side on somebody vulnerable
trying to ignore outside appearances
(probably the hardest thing for any human to do)
i want to treat everybody the way i would want to be treated
i have also extended that to the animals and the trees
i want to create things that turn people on
just for the sheer sake of it
the creation and the turning on, i mean
poetry has no reason
poetry has no ulterior motive
the iliad is not grinding an axe
illuminations are simply illuminations
a beautiful day has no agenda
a bird in the sky
however beautiful it is
there is no reason for beauty
beauty is magic
you can sift for beauty in poetry
as you might sift for gold
poetry cannot be for money
its hard to fake good poetry
only ern malley could do that
ern malley accidentally wrote in my opinion
the best aust poetry EVER
next year they should get me to do erns entire oevre
set to music i would have composed
itd be a show stopper im sure
one way or another….
i dig poetry
i dig looking thru my klimt book with nk
when i got home
wow says sk n nk n the woofle whos also looking
boy that klimt
ooooh oh hes so damn bloody good
every curly line
every flower n womens faces
and ghosts in the ether
and lovers and naked rude ladies
everything screams his trademark genius
a style thats is so blindingly original
yet so hard to see what it is thats doing it exactly
very hard to replicate klimts style cos its elusive
the stuff is fucking unbelievably brilliant
i could never paint like this
but i might be able to capture some of these feelings
with music
let it all cross fertilize
its all permissible in art n music n love
thats it
my message
over n out

61 Responses to “memories of a free (poetry) festival”

  1. avatar
    Olde Amps | 11 September 2007 at 3:42 am #

    Beautiful Mister Kilbey…read your blog whilst listening to the first Gilt Trip album and it all made perfect sense.

    Now…about Painkiller…???

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 4:20 am #

    Your words and music hit the spot everytime I listen to it sk, thank you, thank you, thank you for the beautiful/happy/sad/confused/amorous(ha!)/melancholy/heartachey feelings you’ve given me for over 20 years…you’re an amazing genius in my book, that’s for sure!!!
    Love to you always,
    p.S. yeah I’m with olde amps, what’s going on with Painkiller????

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 4:23 am #

    good afternoon,lovely SK!…I’ll rally the troups for a petition for SK,at the Po Fest consecutively til 2947a.d. we used to pull our trampoline up really close to the pool…jump as high as we could,and then launch ourselves into the pool…so bloody dangerous,but we weren’t thinking about anything but the joy of the tradition}not the blood,or broken limbs} never actually is a creation that can be pinpointed..we are all always still “a work in the process”…and that doesn’t stop when our bodies fall away…I believe,…that you are a pretty remarkable ol’ bean actually..hey,and all this talk of pain killer is making me oh so very happy..cant wait to hear your gorgeous voice again SK!…have a spectacular day xxxxx…love,as always,gen xxx

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 5:07 am #

    I don’t think I could listen to you like this if your writing were something else. For me, if the music has to have words, and I think it must, then it has to really speak and sing to me.

    Klimt is amazing, truely brilliant. He’s to the Secessionists as is Monet the Impressionists. Art Nouveau and the Arts and Crafts pay a great deal of influence to Klimt. His wife was a fine artist as well, on the more decorative side with her interior motifs. Anyway, Egon Schiele and Klimt were great friends- Schiele’s the artist most beginners identify with. There’s a new Klimt museum in New York…I’ve never seen an original!

    I could go on forever about Klimt and I’m so pleased you’re all enjoying his work. If you say you could resemble his art in music, I’ll be forever listening to you for a likeness! What a brilliant way.


  5. avatar
    Olde Amps | 11 September 2007 at 5:14 am #

    Love and peace to you both Amanda and Gen!

    Olde Amps

  6. avatar
    mattdavison | 11 September 2007 at 5:41 am #

    Mmm, Bruns-wick St eh!

    I walked that hollowed ground on many occassion.. mostly drunk, or full from sunday lunches with 2 dollar pots of beer. It’s a lot like Cuba mall where you played in Wello eh killer.

    Don’t have time for a poem tonight..

    But then sk s.. cranked out a beauty yet again

    love that one ..
    just a day in the life of
    El Killerado
    The real Cortez the Killer!

    Maton D

  7. avatar
    andmoreagain | 11 September 2007 at 6:13 am #

    I haven’t quite digested this but I like to get my digs in early. Cheers, Stevie.

  8. avatar
    verdelay | 11 September 2007 at 6:25 am #

    While we’re on the Secessionists, next time you get the chance take a good look at the way fellow Austrian Oskar Kokoschka renders hands. He is my main hand man. Adolf Loos’ hands. The chap’s hands in Bride of the Wind.

    As for Klimt – my dreams are like Watersnakes. And my nightmares too.

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 6:35 am #

    …and if ya call me genny?…i cringe,and grit my teeth,and sometimes,…bite my tongue!…the first half of one’s name is* not* code for free range interpretation….nevertheless,i do call my sister “Christi-annie-okley-coco-margaret- mulligrubs- douglas”…and my daughter”Morgen didjereedoo-di-odle-isabella-dee-da-da-douglas”…..i find that its less formal,and takes less time to call them by these names{ha ha!}…next time you are in the valley you gotta get the chips n mushroooom sauce from rics{if they still do em….xxxxx x{just a bit more..Hee hee!} x,love,gen x

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 6:42 am #

    once again cookin up the goods, while we’re at it under a texas moon once again.

  11. avatar
    Montezeuma | 11 September 2007 at 7:22 am #

    ?{?} xo

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 9:12 am #

    “its hard sometimes to focus
    i just keep drifting off
    all the time
    i fall out of character easily
    you see im not really one fixed thing
    maybe thats true for everyone
    but i sense more continuity in other people”

    It’s definitely not true for everyone. It’s very obvious – to me, anyway – that a lot of people have a hard time understanding this. In describing yourself, Steve, you just described ME. I think that’s what it’s like to be a creative person or a deep thinker. A curse and a blessing.

    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark.

  13. avatar
    Faye | 11 September 2007 at 9:46 am #

    SK,I think,if you made the music for the Klimpt paintings..they would come to life,in your hands! You are the Maestro…lay your song to these fancies for your own pleasure..they will be rewarding,as you are obviously connected to and moved by the visions…now,that would be an experience,that you could put on your “3 things i have to do in my life” list!I’d buy the film rights! xo

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 9:47 am #

    walking bone motel
    drift city houses
    under playing dart
    just looking eyes
    even out complex
    in freezing film
    reverse dad board
    hits water under
    strange water great
    lo the back
    land back dry
    seem like when
    was in australian
    everyone was funny
    the called see
    my mum me
    but what name
    whether want odds
    you peg days
    amazingly hot xmas
    was from warfare
    the enemy wasnt
    wanted cigarette cars
    but ralph reckon
    always telling soft
    that cheeky that
    id be main
    box play out
    was all deadlittle bok night
    bought speed can
    the yoga shower
    and i and
    at from on
    did with all
    5 fruit planets
    moved youth manne
    surged my million
    instantly again liquid
    turn at wright
    lovely look really
    her passion closer
    knew from people
    some people older
    much more abandoned
    stress ye polite
    and focus focus
    just drifting time
    out easily fixed
    thats for continuity
    feel self implications
    spending whole potentials
    be by me
    not the family
    my friends enimies
    not strangers real
    void becomes one
    to a genius
    a fool most
    they give but
    its dealing thought
    and then now
    pretty ugly argument
    ladies men remain
    be good stranger
    course you was
    i it nonetheless
    think of heaven
    being poet both
    feel dying renaissance
    a rounder aesthetic
    out disciplines depend
    anyway my anyway
    be reasonable understand
    not restless vulnerable
    ignore appearances human
    treat be treated
    have animals create
    for sheer creation
    has reason motive
    the grinding illuminations
    beautiful agenda bird
    beautiful is beauty
    beauty magic you
    as might cannot
    hard good could
    accidentally my EVER
    next me i
    show sure way
    i poetry i
    when home looking
    boy that bloody
    every line every
    and ghost lovers
    everything is so
    yet so elusive
    the brilliant never
    but these with
    all cross art
    thats it message
    over n out

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 11:07 am #

    Dear all,

    I dropped in and out today while I was at work…not enough time to comment…kinda busy workin’ for the man etc…looking forward to evening family celebrations. My partner took my little gels to buy gifts this afternoon – I got two GB’s remastered CD’s, That Stripped Sunlight Sound DVD, an array of chocolates in shiny wrappers…..and a Gustav Klimt card.

    It’s been a good day. I’m gonna put these kids to bed and have a glass of champagne and it’s gonna get better.

    Thanks to all the kind people of this blog who wish people well and who put the positive energy into this blog…and to SK for keeping on keeping on.


  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 11:50 am #

    B.BON xxx!!!Happy Birthday!!!!hope you’ve got balloons,n a dirty great big humungous chocky mud cake…love,gen x

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 11:56 am #

    oops!…olde Amps…bless you,love,right backatcha!…question?…do you go up to “11”?..xxxalways a short comment from you sir?{im figuring youd be of the masculine nature}…are you studying at the “Marshall Marshow” college for zen bloggers?…love,gen x

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 11:58 am #

    b.bon…here’s to a lovely birthday and many, many more to come…damn there’s some nice people around here…
    you want to piss my mum off…just call her lizzie or worse still winnie…she’d just about saw your head off with a bread and butter knife…
    everybody’s got different selves…the self i present to my class of kids is different to the self that i give to my family is different to the self that i keep myself company with and so on and so on…
    love always
    -The Hellbound Heart

  19. avatar
    isoldie | 11 September 2007 at 12:02 pm #

    is this what people mean when they say they love someone: they love the person they themselves can be when they are with that person

    for some strange chemical factor or colour sets off the riotous contrast or complementary schema that makes a person beautiful and so is yet drawn again and again in irresistible attraction to that other person

    and how strange is this attraction in words how strange that each individual is so unique in how they put words together

    how wondrous to study each others words and how good to have a time of writing and thinking about a person and reaching a stage of acceptance before attempting that often off putting thing called conversation

    this new technology may in fact have brought back the art of correspondence which in times past made life and getting to know people so much slower and trusting and so much more beautiful and gentle

    consider how barbaric is the instant intimacy demanded by the modern world! indeed when faced with the impenetrable and frightening facade of men in times past i did wish that i could somehow see into their hearts and minds and understand them, and be free of the physical realm for me desire was all suffering indeed the most unimaginable agony but twas not till i came here that i did discover what true and selfless love could be

    indeed it is good to be with loving people like those poets were, people who remind you that the most important thing in life is to find your voice, and to be in a place filled with the spirit of lost friends and family, to return to that oasis and to find your self within the pool

  20. avatar
    Athanasius Pernath | 11 September 2007 at 12:09 pm #

    > The chap’s hands in
    > Bride of the Wind.

    And look at the chick, Verdelay! What does she think “Oh, I’m having sex with Kokoschka, while Walt Gropius won’t like that at all…”

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 12:11 pm #

    again you deliver. what a hero to have. like my own personal hero, except for these other folks round here.


  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 12:34 pm #

    “pretty girls n ugly oafs, fans n people who want an argument,old ladies n shy young men. Who can remain even handed?”

    Hmmm. I bet handsom confident males who aren’t fan’s most stir your ire.
    They probably ignore it as they don’t want an argument.

  23. avatar
    restaurant mark | 11 September 2007 at 12:42 pm #

    really nice today steve…you have a great ability to connect…some of the things you said ring so true in myself…and at a time when it seems to be coming up here and there. making me think again…

    “no one gets a full real me
    not the church
    not my family
    not my friends
    certainly not my enemies
    not strangers either
    there is no full real me to be had
    personalities rush in to fill a void when it becomes apparent”
    …except i’m of course not in the church!

    take care

    thanks to you too b. bon

  24. avatar
    gabor | 11 September 2007 at 12:44 pm #

    I know full well you could be a fucker when you were younger – but then, you looked like that, you were in that band, you wrote and sang those songs…fuck, y’wouldn’t have been human if it hadn’t let that side of you come out.
    And it’s also obviious to anyone who was around in the old days that these last few years you’ve been making a big effort to be a decent human being. It’s fuckin well workin too! But y’know what? The very act of trying says so much about you. No-one’s a saint – strip away the hagiography and the saint’s weren’t saints either! But my life and so many others would be a whole lot poorer without ya. Just so you know!
    Oh, and as I won’t be here for a few days – happy birthday, Killa.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 12:52 pm #

    Oi! Art!?…dont know what the time is,over there,but,am soooo wide awake tonight,and the rest of the world is kinda pleasantly quiet{sept for my music}..cant you have a word to the big guys upstairs about moving San Fran. a couple o minutes walk from my front door?…I made a lovely “white noise” sculpture..twasnt a typical image of white noise…it is quite “organic”in its is a series of scrolled leaf/wave{my name means “white wave”in the olde language}{and in french,it means”,pure”,in the british translation,it means “obscure lady”{no word of a lie}}anyway,the sculpture,mostly flowing lines,has 2 small{I am fascinated by oddly sized objects…there seems to be a set “standard size”for so many things,i like to play with size,and perspective distortion in some of my works}the cubes,actually harmonize with the swirling leafy/wavey parts,and the 1 serpentine vine which wraps gently around the scrolls,and after making a dart away from the mass of sculpture,sprouts a lotus styled rose,with a lily pad for its base…apparently it looks lovely..the 2 cubes,are each perched atop their wave/leaf scrolls,they are smaller than a dice,but larger than a pea….would send it to SK for his Birthday,but i would hate for it to break..!and i wouldnt know where to send it?SK c/ stratosphere that is!.Milky Way …please return to sender if lost@ etc.. any way tell me of your arts and colours…please?love it when you speak to me,in vision!…we’ll possibly get our bottoms a bit red again,but,thats a risk im prepared to’s a lovely man! sure we wont make him cranky!.xxoolove to yoo,gen x

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 1:16 pm #

    absolute self-attention corrupts absolutely…aimless to the mark that encircles all. What gives KILLER?? what kind of nick-name is that? the killer in me is not the killer in you, or soddy billy and his dead bloated sound….but i am curious, like i am for all things breathing, what are the limits of your humility?? Odysseus comes home in beggar disguise, or the Sidd-hearted prince or the poor hungry teacher meeting his fate….he looks on…the world and all of this, a former mentor…and feels hopeless about the Ego….~*~

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    …and because they dont “get it”,they dont get it!Get it!?…tis a funny ole business…this heart,soul,n mind thing..I’m sure your wit carried you through,but remember SK..they’d have to be pretty confident to even approach you! enigmatic,charismatic,fantastic SK,would make me shake in me boots!…you are a very sweet gentleman Steve,I’d hope that you would not daunt me too much,if I met you…/j38.4

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 1:34 pm #

    hear hear isoldie 10:02

    Happy Birthday B.Bon – what great presents!


  29. avatar
    CSTCoach | 11 September 2007 at 2:09 pm #

    welcome back home, killa. congrats on the poetry fest, which by all accounts was a resounding success. congrats to mr. graham nunn if he reads this stuff, too. the world needs more good people to support work such as this.

    great early images, as usual. the reverse-tape vision of you emerging from the turmoil of the waters – aphrodite on the half shell??

    This was a brilliant realization:

    “after spending a whole life thinking who i could be
    i am at last realising i am just potentials”

    its such a powerful lesson, one that i glimpsed through travel, a hero’s journey of sorts. specifically that first time you set out on the road alone, and how it changes you. for me the greatest realization was that you aren’t your boxes. Divorced from your social setting, from your past, the You that is reflected by back from the people around you (your social mirrors) isn’t bounded by those boxes or that past. They know nothing of it, and so they reflect what you are at that moment. It startled me, because i realized that everything I had taken for granted, that I thought I was, was false. You come to realize that you can try on any hat to fit the circumstances. That you are indeed large, and that you do contain multitudes…


    – ps – happy b-day mr b-bon 🙂

  30. avatar
    John Garratt | 11 September 2007 at 2:30 pm #

    How old is B Bon today?

    John Garratt

  31. avatar
    12str | 11 September 2007 at 2:53 pm #

    havent been able to score some smoke for weeks…i could really need a nice sweet joint right now…then i cruise down the net to this page and experience a somehow strange groovy kind of relaxing high just reading your words… profylactic kilbey how about that…



  32. avatar
    12str | 11 September 2007 at 2:55 pm #

    oops…sorry ! =)

  33. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 11 September 2007 at 3:06 pm #

    To say the least SK is a very complex and enigmatic person. He is part Empedocles, Jim Morrisson, Gandhi, Syd Barrett, John Wesley and John Lennon. Humane and mega-talented to the precipice of insanity. God bless him and his family.
    Chrissie Hynde is featured in Vegetarian times. She’s opening-up a meatless eatery in Akron, Ohio. I would have “Killed” to see the Pretenders-CHurch tour.

    It’s Moby’s 42 birthday. This too often maligned musician is actually profound and deeper then hell. Who maligns him? Rap and other sophmoric tabloids. Like SK Moby does all he can to advocate on behalf of the animal kingdom.

  34. avatar
    Jazz | 11 September 2007 at 3:09 pm #

    so elegantly,and exquisitely,and gloriously toasted.*….and I’m gonna borrow it for a minute davem,love you more! xx

  35. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 6:02 pm #

    loved your blogg today sk.

    “and for a moment it all locked in
    like 5 lemons coming up in a fruit machine
    the planets were aligned …
    and i dreamed a million wondrous things
    which i instantly forgot again”

    love it.

  36. avatar
    davem | 11 September 2007 at 6:29 pm #

    You’re a bit more than a good all rounder. You know you’re an effing genius!!
    I’m glad you try not to judge by outside appearances ‘cos on the inside I still have my luxurious Brian Jones bowl haircut and fit into my 26″ waist candy-striped hipsters………………………….

  37. avatar
    verdelay | 11 September 2007 at 7:24 pm #

    happy biddy, true blue bonny boy

  38. avatar
    verdelay | 11 September 2007 at 7:25 pm #

    …and Isolt – you are truly a fauve of the soul

  39. avatar
    Thelonious | 11 September 2007 at 9:49 pm #

    SK, sensational. Hows the new CD coming along?

  40. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 9:59 pm #

    Genx et al, I’ll try to say a little about the arts I’m into…it’s worth a risk seeing how Mr. Kilbey admires Klimt so.

    White means pure to me, it’s the Modern break in art that was previously enslaved to religion. The camera creates white light, IMO this instrument partially set artists free to do as they wish. My singer-parentlike Icon has an orchestra “white rainbow” that kinda means everything beautiful at once.

    So too that I would love for San Fran at your doorsteps in Auzzieland. I’ve been lingering to know that you’re making artwork, Genx…maybe monochome is your thing now?! There’s so much to talk about! I’ve been working a lifetime toward my current concepts of bringing the East and West together. My art is forever changing and some still looks like my first finger paintings…a check set that I’m forever myself!

    The kindest words I’ve heard came from one of my mentors here in San Fran, Baoping Chen “The strongest artwork is the intergration of Eastern and Western ideas”.

    This is also true of Zhaoming Wu’s concept, whom is both of our Mentor. Zhaoming is more experienced than Baoping…I’m greatful that we all ‘get’ each other.

    I have a couple of other contemporary artists and architects I’m in fine tune with, although I’ve never met either. Gerhard Richter and Brice Marden. Genx, I highly recommend that you investigate Brice Marden for his minimal and eastern artworks…and he’s one of the most handsome guys. I also think you would love Louise Nevelson…but maybe some of these are more abstract than you sound??

    Conceptually, Richter and I have very similar processes (photoreal & abstract)…but I think I’m a better abstract painter than he. There’s an irroneous ambiguous statement for you!!



  41. avatar
    steve kilbey | 11 September 2007 at 10:31 pm #

    youre a nice crowd
    happy b day for yessaday bon
    are you a 50 year olde man
    or 40 year olde woman?
    nicely put isolde
    it was nice to finally meetcha
    im proud of you guys
    youre my friends

  42. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 10:38 pm #

    Hi sk, I have a feeling gifts for that special day in September will start appearing in your letterbox….why not post a photo of your lovely self tomorrow as a gift to your friendly family of fiendssss out here… blowing out 53 candles, oooh yeah!!!!
    Have a beaut day,
    luv Amanda

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    knot kitttens | 11 September 2007 at 10:42 pm #

    Aunt Stella-
    ohh, I did have one as well. A great-aunt.
    she painted kittens and an
    abundance of pink roses and gold edged china
    She was not the painter my great-grandmother was, no,
    nor Aunt Lily.

    Somehow I ended up painting walls and ceilings. not kittens.

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    knot | 11 September 2007 at 10:43 pm #

    Happy Birthday B. Bon-

    Want a kitten?

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    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 10:52 pm #

    I’m proud of you as well
    It brings some emotion to my eyes,
    to see that you have friends.
    Happy Birthday in advance.
    I’m guessing Karmic Hit is the place to send things…?
    Would you like ‘Hot Ocean’ as a birthday gift?
    Per ‘’, I think you saw my website in progress.



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    Anonymous | 11 September 2007 at 11:55 pm #

    Good Morning Stevenescance,and Art,and All ye lovely fiendish folk!…am proud o you as well SK!…You are one in a gabuktafotowzillion!…Miss Art?..east meets west?..that’d be my cup o T..some of my friends hold me in reknown for being the “orakle of Westend philosophy,and cheekiness” sorting through my old paintings,later,with my friend”phoebe”,and might ask her to pull out some of the more glowing ones..a white rainbow?..I love that!..i so love colour,but am always reminded of an oil painting that i saw once in a “superhumanism”{movement,kinda like surrealism,meets,still-life/photo quality detailed precision}movement book…it was a white walled room,with a white sheeted bed,and a white chest of drawers,and on top of this set of drawers,was a glass of water…the shades of white rainbow fascinate me..though I personally do not,and would not have the restraint to paint something as controlled as that{am a a little bit too excitable for heart is notJUST always on my sleeve..there’s a neon sign that burns brightly on my face that gives directions toIT!..I wish that I had the restraint to contain myself,with these colours that you present me with,but you make it very unique,and supremely special for me..Thank you for the tips on the artistes…I shall do some investigations…and miss art,thank you for the time that you take to get my lil brain,and ticker pumping..I am honestly and truly touched,and feel blessed to be able to communicate with you in this way!…love to you! having a day off today,so if ya want to “play” with me?..I’ll not be too far away!…xxx love,gen x

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 12:00 am #

    I have an Great Aunt Stella, she’s 92…sister to my Grandmother who will be 95 in a few days. The sisters both kept the most amazing rose gardens- now it’s a tradition.


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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 12:19 am #

    And Art!..i believe that you are correct again!…monochrome is my thing now!…I never imagined that there could be such vibrance,and vivid colour in a monochromatic scene..xxxlove,gen x

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 12:25 am #

    oh! Art?…got any ideas on where I put my cup of chai?…dizzy,dizzy wench I am today!’s the second cup of chai I’ve misplaced this morning…and the bugger is…by the time I find em…they’re cold!…xxx gen x

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 12:38 am #

    My dears,

    To all and for all the above kindnesses, a sincere and heartfelt merci. SK, I second that emotion – indeed you have gathered a group of fine people to your side here in hyperspace.

    My heavens, Isolde, you are an insightful lass. I too have lamented the lost art of letter writing (I used to write a fine missive from parts foreign on my travels) and I think this comments section has been embraced by a few who feel similarly. A finely crafted line of prose, a well worded passage….emotion and empathy leaping out at you from the page….there is naught to beat it.

    Thanks again for all the birthday wishes.


    And as to my age, SK and Johnny G – I’m old enough to be your…..sibling.

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    Brien Comerford | 12 September 2007 at 12:58 am #

    Sk is r iconoclastic icon. He creates and sings music that is beautifully austere(grave) and concurrently resplendent with celestial grandeur. A poet I will never be but I luv the birds and the bees. Time for tofu and booze to enable my mind to go on a cruise.

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 1:11 am #

    having a giggle to meself, I don’t feel quite so…well, my number still has a four in front of it. If you have a three or two in front of yours, just you wait! I wonder if there are any one-sie correspondents in here? Thank you for supplying the beach Mr. Kilbey!!

    genx et al, I can ‘play’ a little, I took time from architecture today…so I must paint. Funny you should mention neon…I try not to as it gets me in some trouble. I know I didn’t say anything about it but here you go- my undergraduate b.f.a. mentors are George Wray and James Turrell, both Neon Sculptors. I used to deal with color like they- it’s a little pure tho for fine art paintings. In this Academy, it’s a neo-Impressionist color palette, it seems doubly complex.

    In relating with today’s blog…Klimt has an amazing way with the figure, color, design, atmosphere…all very challenging. In the eighties, I enjoyed drawing from models who were on slim side- it was easy to see the structure. It’s more about what Zhaoming is doing now…he kinda does everything, the figure, the expression, calligraphic line, color, etc. etc.


    I look forward to seeing all the writing and art I can here…

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 1:19 am #

    Happy Birthday Bon Bon! may all your dreams come true,and may your eyes eternally,gengenx

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 1:50 am #

    I should add just one more thing. Verdelay, Kokashka and you seem to have a sort of fascination with the living dead? I mean, the skeletons dressed… I was on that merchant’s street in Salzburg, the one he’d painted with the walking dead. I took a picture and painted something similar last year thinking of him. My take is rather a pop confetti ghosties moving about.


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    CSTCoach | 12 September 2007 at 2:16 am #


    Read a cool quote today in Henry Miller’s Hamlet Letters:

    “The man who lights up the tiniest corner of the world with a clear vision and a pure heart kindles a flame which all the forces of darkness are unable to extinguish.”

    It reminded me of you and your work.


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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 2:19 am #

    Art Art the’ art of Art and art..You do something{tummy,and all the way to the bottom}in drawing a shapely figure,which can evoke the luscious essence of luxury,and softness…that always seemed far more sensual than stick figures in cold colours{says me with my turquoise metallic painted toenails} dad always used to say to anyone he got the chance{being that my mum has always resembled “ginger” from “gilligans island”}”why would you want the angular “kit” car,when you could drive a Jaguar!”…he’s a bit of a larakin..he started the M.G. club in Canberra,and had a thing for sentimentality and cars…when my sister was born,he bought my mother a Daimler…and when I was born,he couldn’t make up his mind between the alfa sprint or the e-type jag,so the crazy loon got both…and yes he did name me Genevieve afte a car,in an old movie…his name is John Smith{funny for lunch bookings,when they’d assume that that name is an alias,and I’m his “date”,cause i look like my mum,more than I look like him}…mmm…must eat…verrrry hungry…xxx love,gen x

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    JJ | 12 September 2007 at 3:02 am #

    Fascinating musings today, T.B. As coincidence would have it, I cast my gaze up from lap computer screen to bookcase – and there it is. Book on Klimt art, which is some strange fruit. Been a fan for quite some time.

    Glad to hear Linda Neil is still about, playing live (?) She added such lovely textures to Sometime/Anywhere and Magician; I love her playing.

    Your enduring memories of childhood are so vividly portrayed here, I get wrapped up in the scene – and it wasn’t even my life. But, I was another “enigma” (so I’ve been told) of a boy half a world away at the time. I think it’s the parallel events that bring it back for me, it’s all still in there. Leaks out constantly.

    Hope nk, doodles, twillies have something special planned for you on ye olde birthday. Got to 53 myself a few months earlier. A strange place to be.

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    Anonymous | 12 September 2007 at 4:28 am #

    i was reminiscing today with a friend about the lost art of travelling, the way you could until the 90s and the power that a letter used to hold.
    this was pre mobile phones, cheap phone cards and email.
    it was so romantic and so free.

    these days i receive more bills than handwritten letters but i do get the same buzz most days from your blog
    when i read your poetic ramblings and hear where you are at, i love the immediacy and phantasmogoric closeness of it
    and that we can be “friends”

    but nothing beats the connection of realtime conversation

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    verdelay | 12 September 2007 at 6:30 am #

    Art et al

    There’s a fine, fine line between the living and the dead.

    Paper thin.

    A love letter
    Dear John…
    The note by the noose
    A triumph of the contested will….

    Anyone that can invoke two ideas simultaneously has got something going on.

    Andre Breton
    Miles Davis
    Max Ernst
    William Faulkner
    Steve Kilbey


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    pst | 13 September 2007 at 6:57 am #

    I read:

    “its hard to fake good pastry”

    tis true!

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    Anonymous | 15 September 2007 at 4:53 pm #

    Dear SK – I own a copy of your “Blue Eve” and it seems like Klimt to me when I look at it. Genius! Just thought you would like to know.

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