posted on January 1, 2009 at 7:59 pm

meanwhile
in 1250 BC
odysseus still sitting on that lovely little beach
on his way home
everything he’s been through
the men hes killed
the cities he has laid waste
the women he has had
the riches he acquires and loses
the miles he has travelled
always struggling and struggling
always plagued by fate
undone in triumph
hated by the sea god poseidon
loved by wisdom herself, athene
odysseus trying to get back home
empty handed
scarred and tired
hes met his match
calyspo the witch
calypso the demi-goddess
calypso the nymph, oh!
calypso on her isle of marvels
odysseus wanting wanting wanting his home
and all that it contains
(somewhere in 1965
10 year old s kilbey says
yet you spent 7 years on that island…..!?.. )
can you modern readers imagine
odysseus our hero
lost in the sea
comes to this isle
half drowned
battered driven by the wind and waves
a remote place
as he lays on the shore
coughing out the sea
convulsing and shivering
too enfeebled to move
in a cold fever
so much driftwood
someone finds him
takes him in
revives him
fortunately
unfortunately
that someone
is the ageless immortal calypso
a lovely creature indeed
long and lithe in her viridian gown
enchantress
neither good nor evil
the 2 regard each other
odysseus sitting up in her bed convalescing
calypso feeding him delicate morsels
massaging his knotted back with her healing hands
her maids bathe odysseus and giggle
men of his calibre dont wash up that often
not like odysseus
what it is it about him ? she wonders to herself
odysseus is glad to be alive
he is grateful for her hospitality
but he is wary
remember he thinks to himself
circe
another witch
yes odysseus had tangled with circe
turning his men into swine
she had stripped him naked and commanded him to ravish her
she said
come with me to my bed
so that in making love
we may learn to trust one another…
odysseus said
circe
you order me to be gentle with you
you who turned my men into pigs
in your own house…..!
but they had been lovers
and she willingly restored his men
and it had been hard for odysseus
to leave her island
and now…..
almost 13 years since he set out for troy
odysseus finds himself becalmed for 7 years
how did they spend the days?
wandering the island
calypso taught him of its flowers
the names of its birds
they saw dawn rise in the skies
they dipped in the sea
they walked in the sun
and they loved in the black fragrant nights
imagine them in her cave
tireless and ardent
the witch
with her love and magic
the man
with his long agonizing journey and his cunning
imagine the things they said to each other
imagine the things that they kept from each other
imagine odysseus’ heart torn in 2
how did the time drag or glide for him?
what could 7 years mean to an eternal creature?
yet
calypso
offered odysseus immortality
he would still be alive today
yet
but
he needed to get home
he had to get home
for the sake of the story
for the sake of destiny
for fates own reasons
eventually athene
pleads with her father zeus
please daddy
tell that fucking nymph to let my odysseus go…

38 Responses to “more ionian blues”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2009 at 9:59 pm #

    -cue JB’s Alley-loo-liar.:)xo

  2. avatar
    the dean | 1 January 2009 at 10:00 pm #

    how many of us would have forsaken calyspo’s island paradise to return to an ordinary life and how many of us already have?

  3. avatar
    A.M. | 1 January 2009 at 10:00 pm #

    How often we want to return home, yet find ourselves waylaid by the comforts, enticements and illusions of life.

    So it is that in the end we eventually all return, whether we choose to or not.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2009 at 10:18 pm #

    Those words are all reminders.Echoes glowing in the heart of twilight.He lay back laughing at naivety’s star.Awaken all those whispers.The dusty shadow of a passing stranger.I wouldnt say that you were ruthless or right.I couldnt see for so far…was i chasing after rainbows.one thing’s for sure ,you never answered when i called…and i wipe away the water from my face,……in the eyes of a stranger.x

  5. avatar
    EDD | 1 January 2009 at 11:00 pm #

    There is more going on here than I realise. Staying tuned….

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2009 at 11:37 pm #

    I dont need a hero.i am my own knight in shining armour.always have been.

  7. avatar
    fantasticandy | 1 January 2009 at 11:45 pm #

    seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven, seven.
    why seven steven?
    all part of her spell of binding perhaps?
    beautiful stuff,
    thanks.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 January 2009 at 11:59 pm #

    oh-lyrics above at 9:18-“duran duran”from “seven and the ragged tiger”-titled”the seventh stranger”,n if this astral travelling alien hornstrumpet gets no joy here,thats her next visitation:Simon le Bon’s blogge.wake up australia.x

  9. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 2 January 2009 at 12:03 am #

    to stay in thrall of fantasy and to live something that you want to last forever, one of the eternal human dilemmas…it’s a bitch to go back to reality from something that you love and makes you feel so good, but go back you must because life doesn’t work that way and if you stay in that enchanted place for too long you risk it starting to pall and the loss of its appeal….sometimes it’s best to snatch small pieces of paradise and savour them for what they are…
    love always……

  10. avatar
    heather | 2 January 2009 at 12:13 am #

    yeh, like me being in fucking Darwin

    thanks for the reminder Mr K and everyone above!

    that last para is achingly good

    Kittykat

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 12:17 am #

    -cue “The Waitress'”:”I know what boyz like”;-P x

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 12:52 am #

    seriously{&}funny,hollywood.x;/ x

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 1:00 am #

    does le Bon have Kilbey eyes?….or does Kilbey have le Bon eyes?hmmm…blue pondering thoughtfulness’ .how deep’s yer poodle.x

  14. avatar
    Freddie | 2 January 2009 at 1:12 am #

    Iโ€™m with EDD. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Certainly Odysseus had to escape Calypsoโ€™s Isle.
    It wouldn’t have been much of a story otherwise.

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 3:47 am #

    I must repeat.

    Whoever pick my camp email to me at serge.zeni@mediafibre.com

    We can bond together and make statement to Steve Kilbey. Human beings we are and deserve to be treat that way.

    Serge ZENI.

    PS. Whoever said “fucking french” well fuck to you also and your mother, fucker.

  16. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 2 January 2009 at 4:05 am #

    Hey Esskay,
    you need to block the anons once again be cos of Serge ZENI…
    Happy

  17. avatar
    french me | 2 January 2009 at 5:52 am #

    is zeni body out there?

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 6:21 am #

    I think he would be more mellow if he were a zeni-buddhist

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 7:27 am #

    I read this while listening to Heliopolis …very groovy!

  20. avatar
    heather | 2 January 2009 at 8:34 am #

    oooh, he is frustrated aint he?

    poor bugga

    Kittykatxx

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 8:46 am #

    My dears,

    Let us not have this disharmony among us…it does none any good. I wish to send a sincere message of peace and goodwill to the lot of yer. No factions, no devisiveness in 2009. It will be over before we know it anyhow…

    Au revoir,

    B.Bon

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 9:07 am #

    She lays still, she aches, she attempts to break the magnetic flow, she begs it to dissipate. Anything to stop the incessant dreams. She has forgotten how to sleep, nothing so divine as immortality.

    No guile alone will breach rigidity or ease,
    obliqueness of intent, youโ€™re meant to be,
    a slave to bushes burnt and blushes bright,
    I say to you slow down โ€“ enjoy your plight.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 9:31 am #

    For thine who asked. Seven is the Seventh Soul, the supreme one of seven โ€” the Seer unseen.

    The seven heavens, so often referred to.
    The seven thrones.
    The seven seals.
    The seven churches.

    The seven Devas of the Hindus’ Bible.
    The seven Angels of the Chaldeans.
    The seven Amschaspands of Persian faith.
    The seven Sephiroth of the Hebrew Cabala.
    The seven Archangels of Revelation

  24. avatar
    davem | 2 January 2009 at 9:35 am #

    …and Georgie Best ๐Ÿ™‚

  25. avatar
    EDD | 2 January 2009 at 10:15 am #

    “Let the engines rust…” It’s getting good.

  26. avatar
    princey | 2 January 2009 at 10:19 am #

    Loving it sk!

    Now where is that naughty-but-nice-Love-Goddess Aphrodite to spice things up a bit!!?

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 10:45 am #

    drunk agaiunQ!

  28. avatar
    EDD | 2 January 2009 at 11:15 am #

    it was what it was but now is not what it was…being what it is now, not what it was. it is what it now is. what it was? no. it’s now what it is. not being now what it was. being what is. not being now what it once was. being that. what it was. not what it once was. it, being what it is now. as it is being what it is. currently, what it was as it is now. now being what it is. not what it was……

  29. avatar
    verdelay | 2 January 2009 at 4:05 pm #

    Some of us accepted her offer.

    Kind witch.
    Gentle witch.

    This was all so very long ago. We acquiesced to her will, her gift of love, now and forever.

    (Whisper it gently, your little incantation. So she did, and Sophia Herself could not unbind us).

    And so we live forever. Our story has no end, and therefore can never begin. It can never be told.

    That is why there are no legends about us abroad in the world of men.

    And yet here we are.

    Witchlovers. Alive forever, and as good as dead.

    v

  30. avatar
    eek | 2 January 2009 at 4:10 pm #

    See? I told you it would be awful!

    ๐Ÿ˜‰

  31. avatar
    John Garratt | 2 January 2009 at 4:12 pm #

    “come with me to my bed
    so that in making love
    we may learn to trust one another…”

    Oh yeah, that seems to work for everyone. Every time. Yeah.

    John Garratt

  32. avatar
    Jerry J. | 2 January 2009 at 4:22 pm #

    Druide – I have been absent too long, lost on a sea of storms that I won’t burden anyone here with. I am exhausted and worn, yet it continues and I worry for the unknown that is always just beyond the dark horizon.

    Wonderful story, and how I love Ionian Blues – you capture the weariness and feeling of futility for me, yet within a swirling of poignant beauty. Old Earth Shaker won’t be happy till I die.

    I sensed your frustration that two years or so ago in Syddley when the band had a false start on this gem of a song; I still enjoyed even the opening chords magic drawn from the seemingly inexhaustible well.

    Love to all,

    JJ

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 4:33 pm #

    whoever taught the french to read.. a little more illiteracy and only the people at the french busstop (cos I#m sure this french dude talks to himself at busstops)would have had to listen to his drivel!

  34. avatar
    CSTCoach | 2 January 2009 at 4:34 pm #

    7 years isn’t such a long time when you’re enchanted on an island. Islands are timeless places. Or rather, they exist outside of normal time…

    “he had to get home for the sake of the story”

    that struck true, even though it was half joking. i’ve done so many things, gotten into so much trouble over the years, for the sake of the story. never wanted to be one of those people who got old and realized they’d always toed the line and had no stories to tell…

    enjoying this odyssey on so many levels. and the writing’s wonderful. since the album came out, ionian blues took a high place on my list of fav choich songs.

  35. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 2 January 2009 at 5:40 pm #

    Homeways is rightways…

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 January 2009 at 8:37 pm #

    To Steve Kilbey:

    Honestly, I thought this blog was better without any dialogue between you and your readers, because it seems to have turned into a “forum” instead of a true blog. I liked the mystery in the early days of your blog: was SK reading the comments? did he care what people were saying? All this dialogue back and forth in responding to comments on the next day’s blog or in the comments section sort of invited the abuses, I must say. I don’t even read the comments anymore. Don’t let the idiots ruin it, just keep writing the blogs, to hell what anybody else thinks! ๐Ÿ™‚

  37. avatar
    EDD | 2 January 2009 at 9:28 pm #

    Anon 734am: BIGDEALSOWHAT!!!

  38. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 January 2009 at 12:57 am #

    I do believe that you’ll find that le Bon,has Kilbey eyes.almost,….close,but no cigar.;D xo


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