posted on August 10, 2011 at 11:21 pm

smacked actor

that stupid fucking zephyr

with his miraculous sustain and the vibrato of a hemi moor

down with constantine drinking hemlock cups

a scene from an early work in black and in white

man he could play

ma’am he could lay

he could lay his hands on the neck of an old idol

summoning rock before christ

the good samaritan well his whispered words are morphine

the angel of mercy with her tattoo of the moon

the herald of doom laughing all the way to the future

the frenzied monks and the bleeding freaks

i represent the fallen and the weak

my stash is a legend my hotel on drums

and they stage armageddon and no bastard comes

and the technical requirements are a mike and a ray

and the dimensions irrelevant its always today

hey kids remember how samson brought the house down

i saw apollo slay the crowd in detroit

zephyr with his velvet hair

concealed amidst the budding groves

t’was spring my lady as the flowers mingled with the ashes

the graveyard over looking the sea so silent but you were alone

wonder if i’ll be waiting for you as they hammer up my house in heaven

zorro the foxy spanish lover and his dreaming sword

byrd fleming who flew to the sun

icarus crook with his synch and his hook

the gentlest touch will  take us all there

oh lordy numb like a number one hit

this babylon stuff why its cut with some shit

this desert before you is the realer mirage

this morning the ache of the evening before

the revolving cosmos was trapped in my skull

a weird little mannikin appeared through a curtain

dressed all in finery from some rococo antiquity

an angry little fucker and possessor of a few nasty spells

magic is whatever you lack at that moment

magic is asking a favour of nature

magic is coming back from the living

baby have me over your ziggurat more often

you know i will meet you by the pool of eternal remembrance

where the reflections of the slain are black in its depths

and the virgins who drowned were eaten by sea snakes

zephyr took a gig and traded memory for speed

oh man he came tumbling out of his olympian summer

yeah i love the naked maenads but their kisses are bitter

oh jesus resurrected with divine electricity

oh son of man see your song linger on and on

oh they killed you for nothing

no one could understand

you were just a cool cat in a wrong time n land

the guys in the group are leaderless tonight

the audiences of apothecaries and alchemists to see how its done

the grim brothers lost in their own arthur rackham forest

the castle where the disgusting monster sleeps chained

the king of ethiopia speaks such perfect crocodile

the maestro of transformers (such an irony) frozen in flux

a grotesque little goblin fallen into money

still his nose is a pigs and his voice is an asses

his headlock on luck is draining my spine

3 sisters appear in frame left untitled

their names neatly printed in fading blurred ink

jezebel the eldest with the black eyes of a zebra

maria the second mother of lambs

and finally joanie who got her own ark

and the animal men went in two by two

the goat and the bear and the ox and the boar

all of these stories and much more

at the time being these days

who knows whats in store …..

 

 

19 Responses to “memory styx”

  1. avatar
    evilren | 11 August 2011 at 2:54 am #

    Holy shit.

  2. avatar
    evilren | 11 August 2011 at 2:54 am #

    Good stuff.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 11 August 2011 at 6:29 am #

    Intense SK … very intense, fuckin loved it !!!!

    Words so cunning
    Shinning shimmering stunning
    Men of grandeur
    Blinding binding numbing
    with winsome wiles in
    spacious styles.

    Choices weakening
    fiercely slipping sinking
    Men are poisoned
    into thinking believing
    That they have a voice
    above all their noise.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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    Jonny Hollywood | 11 August 2011 at 1:51 pm #

    i wood have ro say wow man that was deep deep down, my favourite blog to date sk 🙂

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    hellbound heart | 11 August 2011 at 4:08 pm #

    incense, myrrh, scented oils and opium….
    heady stuff, sk
    love always…….

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 August 2011 at 7:55 pm #

    you are an amazing storyteller. you should publish a book of your stories/poems.

  7. avatar
    James | 11 August 2011 at 9:16 pm #

    Hi Steve,
    If you can spare a moment, can you let me know when the new ISIDORE album will be released?
    I really dug the first ISIDORE album and looking forward to purchasing the new one as soon as it’s ready…
    Thanks,
    James

  8. avatar
    captain mission | 11 August 2011 at 9:28 pm #

    as above….so…i love this to.

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    Anonymous | 12 August 2011 at 1:29 am #

    “at the time being these days
    who knows whats in store”
    How true, and that’s what keeps drawing me back.
    Deeply emotional, wildly eclectic, wryly laconic, beautifully crafted…
    storytelling in the highest echelon and, through these many months past,
    I like this one the best.
    Thanks for sharing.

  10. avatar
    Steven Krut | 12 August 2011 at 7:30 am #

    Your imagination is basically the definition of fertile. This phrase, “his whispered words are morphine” particularly struck me. Really great stuff.

  11. avatar
    matthew | 12 August 2011 at 8:53 am #

    A marvellous read! Took me a coupled daze to fully appreciate.

  12. avatar
    Michael | 12 August 2011 at 9:12 am #

    next time you come to NZ want to do a few gigs in churches? i realise that philosophicaly it may not be where your at, but the sound would rock in a Church… mail me if you’d be interested..

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    miss muse | 12 August 2011 at 12:59 pm #

    miss muse is amazed *thumbs up*

    What pain surely was wrought to summon up this beauty of a poem.. i know.. I been there. too too many times.

    Very nice my friend! 🙂

  14. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 12 August 2011 at 10:32 pm #

    Fuck Apollo,

    I have seen Steve Kilbey and The Church slay Detroit 6 times now and once in Chicago for the ultimate concert of my 38 years on this earth. Future Past Perfect indeed, all of you in Aussie get to this show no matter what it takes. You will not be dissapointed I guarentee it. Lifetime Guarentee!!

    Excellent post Steve, hope all is well.

    Take Care,

    Jason

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    Once | 13 August 2011 at 11:56 am #

    I found my soulmate in my dream
    There’s more to it than it seems
    She was lovely
    Not too far above me
    And
    I’m a woman too
    We met in a place called Clay
    Drifting in purgatory
    Waiting for a normal day
    That never happened
    I sang and rose too high
    Reprimanded, scared and
    Tracking down the line
    Rollercoaster dive
    Deep, deep
    How you survive that leap?
    I sunk down…in the realm of maybe
    I turned down…definition of baby
    I changed everything about me –
    Because you know
    It’s about eternity
    Your masculine feminine identity
    Is not you, it’s just temporary –
    Think about who you are
    In eternity.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 August 2011 at 6:28 am #

      Hey D…
      Check your home email and ur mail box.
      Did u get the package I sent ya?

      Darrin K.

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    Cocoamo | 13 August 2011 at 11:37 pm #

    Some amazing lines here – making us long for you and The Church (with the rich layers of guitar riffs only the Church can produce) to sequester in a studio and create an album – flowers and ashes, tombstones on a silent green plateau overlooking the sea…magic being whatever we lack – words that rise like smoke from sweet incense, swirling around us. We breathe it in.

    And with the insane events in the last week in the world, the line about noses of pigs and voices of asses, well… Fits a few of our inappropriately esteemed senators here in the old U.S. of A. with tea partiers locked in a neverending loop of tantrum. “Look Mommie, I collapsed the whole world economy, ga ga”. “That’s nice Honey, now you and your little friends play while Mommie watches her stories”.

    Oops, off digressing again. Anyway, keep up the good work, and Cheerio!

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 14 August 2011 at 6:25 am #

    They say
    They say the stars are grave markers
    And the movement of the sun is just a
    flare in slow motion
    They say the heart is a spider trapped
    in a spinning web of blood
    And the brain is a gloried coral reef

    They say shadows of strangers never
    lie next to each other and dissolve
    in the morning
    They say the moon will break into pieces
    and fall into every ocean
    They say not to believe that the wind
    carries any thoughts along its path
    And the passing world is not what it seems
    So they say..

    AsALways,
    Darrin K.

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    plumlady | 15 August 2011 at 12:28 am #

    Awesome read, and haven’t been reading in awhile. I love all the religious undertones and myths. I’m going to a Grimm fairy tale circus event tonight, and this poem will be on my mind all day into tonight. Thanks…miss you in the midwest!


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