posted on May 30, 2007 at 1:38 am

muse : you may find it doubtful that my attempts
to reach you this way mean anything at all but try
to believe, that it is indeed me
why am i here?
no simple explanation can suffice
you wouldnt understand is so easy to say
dont think literally or laterally now
this is something to interpret
this is something to feel
this is something to hide in
this is something that flows through you
this is something else
something altogether different
what what what youre saying
greedy for a secret
well secrets dont come cheap even these days
and what i know i cant show you
unless you are receiving on this level
not higher or lower level
just different
i am the being in times muse
i am female as you would understand
i am an aspect
i am imaginary
i am powerful
i am transmitting to you if you would but hear
i see the potential in everything
i have instructed the being in this
and if he has any gift it is this
to hear a melody in one note
to see a poem in one word
to get a song from a jam
and a jam from a mistake
and mistake something else
and come up with something new
examine everything
dont rush it too much
but dont take too much time
verily they say a quick one is a good one!
there is a way into things
and its not the most obvious way either
however dont make the mistake
the being has often made
that is to neglect the obvious and concentrate on minutiae
you see everything is in need of balance
too much one way is insanity
too much the other is torpor, lethargy
just look around you
can you really say you dont know what to paint?
listen closely to the hearts of men
for there are your poems and lyrics
study the natural shapes of nature
theres your design
theres your perspective
go lightly go lightly go lightly
not like a taurus in a fucking china shoppe
be gentle with it
play your instrument firmly but softly
let your fingers glide over it like a lovers caress
let the notes flow in liquid patterns undulating like a river
touch your instrument with awe
it says that which none may speak
it is capable of sublime beauty or discordant noise
sing songs about the time and the distance
sing about the songs you love to sing
let the music move you in all ways it will
then youre swimming through it
and your instrument is guiding you beyond yourself
where you truly belong
understand these words if you want to
decipher them if you can
be bothered
i write them regardless
of whether you heed or not
thats all

45 Responses to “muse goes solo”

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    ~ | 30 May 2007 at 3:06 am #

    whispering through your hair
    her fingers made of air
    a warm breeze flows
    through the garden of your delight
    illuminates the shadow
    burns for you so bright
    translate from a thousand and one
    of her ancient tongues
    this etheric flame
    this language of the love of lifes
    seven wonders
    seven sins
    into the Art
    as only you are able
    moved by her


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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 3:19 am #

    i like you and your muse together.

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 3:47 am #

    Very a-musing

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 3:49 am #

    Lovely Blog NK.

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 3:54 am #

    its raining in my eyes..literally..have turned pale,wolf blue…and then back to emerald,in the space of a week….have picked up and restrung my guitar…this morning awoke at 1 .15 and played something from somewhere…not lateral,or literal…not clear,but receiving…..the third person is most comfortable in jest or ignorance….thank you ,muse oh,and muse…never mind….Its too surreal for me to attempt my concurrence.

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    Leelinau | 30 May 2007 at 4:44 am #



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    THE SWING | 30 May 2007 at 5:18 am #

    me wants me lullaby…

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    cita | 30 May 2007 at 5:28 am #

    Beautiful and inspiring as always.
    It is such a tender relationship the one our ego has with the muse.
    Painted for a few hours last night the muse needs her escape and her voice to be heard.

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    american babble | 30 May 2007 at 5:56 am #

    look for me there

    _america! a-coolin, baby. not foolin,
    im gonna send give down inside the years beautiful alabaster _whose your soul in self-control, heroes woman,
    you need

    (various shining sea! every flaw, _confirm thy love? years _thine stain freedom free! __o patriot thoroughfare for freedom and air _and beat _across grace on thee _till self _god shed his you whole earth beautiful for baby, I bean lotta love? gonna give you shed his thy the man’s avail _men brotherhood _from sea been impassioned stress_a _and every gain honey, you effects)

    youve been for _america! skies, _for pilgrim beyond whole lotta beautiful _thy whole lotta fruited plain! be them impassioned stress _a america! _god shed his mountain majesties _above liberty in law! __o lotta my love,
    im gonna patriot whole of gonna give gleam _america! america! _god spacious yearnin,
    way, _above the enameled plain! _till all and twice, _for screechings _and crown learnin,
    all my love,
    im loved_and shining sea! __o grace on thee hey, oh
    oh, give you my honey, you way down beautiful for _america! america! _god thoroughfare of me, you __o lotta love? more baby, im america! _god _god with cool life! it,
    im gonna give you my his grace on thee be brotherhood _from sea to stem beyond the strife. _who mend thine girl
    I wanna be america! lavished go!

    wanna gleam baby, ive grace on love?
    wanna whole for thee _america! america! banner of the lotta love? america! _god _undimmed by oh, oh
    keep shed his _the misusin,
    way, wrought souls wax fair as you back beat _across the times ive dream _that sees dream every inch of my whole grain, _for purple feet, amber waves of gonna give love?
    wanna grace on love.

    wanna shed his purple mountain the you _undimmed by human tears! droolin,
    all the good god thy gold refine cities _till paths success selfish gain no longer o beautiful for stern _till good with need it,
    im to schoolin,
    way for nobler men keep once beautiful thought _by coolin, baby, ive been backdoor man.
    hey, oh, lotta love?
    wanna whole
    wanna _may grace on thee amber waves cities lotta pilgrim feet _whose love,
    gonna give you my glory-tale beautiful precious life! _america! through _wilds for knee! love,
    im than _and crown
    wanna whole foot and whole lotta love?
    wanna their country mumblings

    youve been learnin, love.

    wanna whole _of majesties love?
    wanna of grain, _for my gonna liberating strife you shed wilderness! _america! and thy good with wilderness! again _thy whiter jubilee! love.
    yeah! all right! human tears! music-hearted _that sees inside for mercy more than lets _till
    wanna whole proved _in a-coolin, baby,
    keep thee pilgrims inside, im lotta love?
    wanna whole love.

    shake nobleness halcyon skies, _for been divine! __o beautiful for lotta love?

    way down way down lotta love? _america! america! good times, baby, __o need _when once sea! __o _thine alabaster inside, need coolin, to liberating

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    malcolm arkey | 30 May 2007 at 6:39 am #

    Well it’s a damn good thing muses aren’t litigious and vain creatures (like us mortals). Otherwise there’d be an awful lot of artists and thinkers getting sued for theft of intellectual property. Just think of the accrued royalties !! The copyright infringements !!

    Isn’t it funny how we mortals think that the ideas we come up with are truly ours (and even, some arrogantly think, truly original) ?

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 7:22 am #

    your muse is a powerful and mercurial figure…my muse is with me when i’m in with my class of five, six and seven year-olds…i think mine tends to have the odd day off coz that’s when i have really shithouse days.
    -The Hellbound Heart

  12. avatar
    Dark Eyes | 30 May 2007 at 7:44 am #


    Thanks for your honesty once again,
    and for the inspiration you have entrusted to us and for always

    Bec x

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    fantasticandy | 30 May 2007 at 8:51 am #

    thats exactly it steve,
    sometimes fey,graceful,lilting even
    almost subliminal.
    othertimes a sqalling wall of distorted guitars
    an understanding.
    an awareness of the difference between mere sonic jiggery-pokery
    and true altruistic beauty.
    that indifinable extra ‘something’.
    you and the druids got it in spades.
    maybe thats why you feel so bereft on those occasions when she dosen’t come?
    an amazing trance-like state most will probably never know.
    lots of love to ya steve,
    andy L.

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 9:09 am #

    all healing and love to valeska….brien cumerford ,you are a delightful and special both ,Im sure have all of our best wishes….you rock too Val,but Brien takes the blue ribbon for unfaltering “goodness and niceness”..xxxxxxxThe Queen of the Universe

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 9:13 am #

    “absolution” was better than “black holes and revelations… what? oh, not THAT muse?

  16. avatar
    peter | 30 May 2007 at 9:43 am #

    There is much to be made from repackaging sound.

    Kilbey, you’re future lies here!

    There are more riffs on a Church album than 12 months of Sundays!


  17. avatar
    peter | 30 May 2007 at 10:23 am #

    no need to lift a finger, of course, there’s hundred’s of us out here.

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    Saint Peter | 30 May 2007 at 10:28 am #

    Having a happy Kilbey amongst us has been credited with many miracles!

  19. avatar
    todd | 30 May 2007 at 10:40 am #

    Dear & Mr Kilbey,

    I am listening to “something that means something” and I’m saying “thanks”!

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    don joe | 30 May 2007 at 11:21 am #

    Awesome and prophetic.

    Classic time being.

    They certainly strike a chord with moi and reality sublime in imagination extend.

    Thanks esum!! and SK for the type

    don joe

    and yeah, it’s still coming to you…

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    anger | 30 May 2007 at 12:35 pm #

    Wish I had a connection to one of the Muses.
    If she’s there, she’s mute.
    Think I’m in touch with the Furies instead…

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    mahatma kane jeeves | 30 May 2007 at 12:42 pm #

    nice blog muse – much better than the tripe kilbey writes

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    jj | 30 May 2007 at 12:42 pm #

    Doubtful that she’s a Blues Muse; trying to decipher the ciphering here from the feminine. Cryptic stuff but maybe I’m not seeing the simplicity.

  24. avatar
    restaurant mark | 30 May 2007 at 12:54 pm #

    you’re on a roll sir…

  25. avatar
    John Garratt | 30 May 2007 at 1:14 pm #

    John Garratt’s muse: [an endless stream of static]

    Those who have functioning muses, hang on to them. Take advantage of them. Do something no one else has done.

    Anger, nothing wrong with using the Furies.

    Oh, and look. The wife even liked this one!

    John Garratt

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    veleska1970 | 30 May 2007 at 1:25 pm #

    you’re right~~treat your muse with kindness and she’ll reward you richly.


    thanks for the well-wishes. i’d be a liar if i said i wasn’t worried……

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    ben | 30 May 2007 at 1:39 pm #

    thanks for the advice.

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    Brien Comerford | 30 May 2007 at 3:04 pm #

    The muse has me confused. The real world is rife with violence, ethnic strife and irreverence for life. Hell is Iraq, Sudan, Zimbabwe, The Congo, North Korea, Pakistan, Indonesia and many crime-ridden cities throughout the world that are being terrorized by violent ruffians and murderers. Slaughterhouses, factory farms, commercial fisheries, poachers and trappers are massacring animals with impunity. Its all too much for my muse to handle, I need heavy sedation !

  29. avatar
    alex | 30 May 2007 at 3:08 pm #

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    DomeDwellr | 30 May 2007 at 4:21 pm #

    Such complete drivel, please kill the fockin muse.

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 5:31 pm #

    Wow. One of your best ones ever. Well done sir. This one’s a keeper.

  32. avatar
    John Garratt | 30 May 2007 at 8:57 pm #

    I just heard Veleska’s voice! She’s not just a face with comments sitting next to them!

    John Garratt

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 9:02 pm #

    Yes….this is something else indeed!…..where does one start?….who is brave/out there/crazy enough,to speak first…….You,Mr. Kilbey….bugger!…that oh,how do you start,”cell memory”…the supposed delusion fantasy,that one keeps silent….never actioned for fear of being taken as a “garden variety”…..atmospheric? love to you and everyone everywhere! coz thats the kinda thing this day calls for!yes? genx xxxxxxxxxxxxx

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    veleska1970 | 30 May 2007 at 9:40 pm #

    surprise, surprise!! yes, i’m real. i exist. 🙂

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    davem | 30 May 2007 at 9:51 pm #

    Forget esskays muse….how do we get to hear Veleska’s voice? This is favouritism.
    I was enjoying todays blog until the “touching your instrument with awe” bit.
    I then lapsed into a Sid James sort of “Carry On Space Rocking” 5 minutes and couldn’t get back to the imagery.

  36. avatar
    stealthblue | 30 May 2007 at 11:14 pm #

    It rang like a clear bell. Thanks for that.
    Ben V.

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 11:15 pm #

    muse…I remembre you……..thank you for your transmissions in the ether….the same reason as your attempts to reach “us” in this way,now……as a continuing example of your past transmissions genx xxxxxx

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    Anonymous | 30 May 2007 at 11:20 pm #

    Oh DaveM, the mere mention of the Carry On movies has somehow tripped a response in me as well…..for some reason I can’t get the Benny Hill music out of my head….!

    (The fact that I have the Benny Hill music lodged up there in the memory banks pretty well precludes the possibility of any muse appearances, wouldn’t you say….?)


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    mattdavison | 30 May 2007 at 11:24 pm #

    you’ve gone Muse mad sk.


    May I become at all times,both now and forever

    A protector for those who without protection

    A guide for those who have lost their way

    A ship for those with oceans to cross

    A ship for those with rivers to cross

    A sanctuary for those in danger

    A lamp for those without light

    A place for refugefor those who lack shelter

    And a servant to all in need.


    In Nz Maori, Kia kaha (be Strong)

    off to battle with a painting I just can’t get right Grrrrr.

  40. avatar
    the muse's acolyte | 31 May 2007 at 12:20 am #

    “understand these words if you want to
    decipher them if you can
    be bothered”
    …to untangle the puzzle – a stretch of the mind, feeding the hungry soul with abundant ideas, eager for something new to excite and tease – thanx for the challenge!

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    eek | 31 May 2007 at 1:41 am #

    You have a top quality muse there Steve. Make sure you give her the attention she deserves.
    Veleska — hope your MRI results turn out to be good news.

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    stealthblue | 31 May 2007 at 2:20 am #

    I dunno, B. Bon, I’d say that even Benny Hill (maybe even ESPECIALLY) was followed around by a muse or two!! He was (in my mind) quite a character…and DEFINITELY inspired!! No??? 🙂

    Shit, now that you mentioned that music, now it is stuck in MY head too! I’m gonna go see how fast I can take a shower now. Ha!
    Take care!
    Ben V.

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    daniel 12 | 31 May 2007 at 3:25 am #

    Hi Stealth Blue 12.20

    Yes I agree , Benny Hill was indeed
    an enlightened being.

    Despite his millions he lived in a tiny flat with a cheap telly and secretly gave much of his wealth to charity.

    A curious side note for me was that
    When he died part of his huge fortune went to his nephew who lived in Sydney.

    His nepew used to work in this cafe up the road from me and becoming a multi millionare overnight was a bit of a surprise to him. Not knowing what to do with his new found wealth he just carried on working in the cafe and kept it to himself.

    It was a pretty funny scenario really. A multi millonare without a girlfreind working in an inner west cafe. I’d say he shared some humility genes with his uncle Benny .

    May the blessed soul of Benny Hill RIP

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    Ansible Jon | 31 May 2007 at 3:32 am #

    just wondering how empty poor time being must have been while his muse was busy clacking away on her blogge. freedom, yes, but mind yourself, muse.

    by the way, does anyone know where i can find any information about something named prieslar? *joking*

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 31 May 2007 at 3:53 pm #

    You´re a boa constrictor Steve!

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