posted on July 6, 2008 at 9:26 pm

between my deaths
moments in dreams realm
life upon life upon life
warm evenings with good companions
let the wine flow
let the smoke drift from our lips
let wounds be healed
let oblivion be negated
even sleep brings its best wishes
tumbledown houses in summer fields
the cuckoo calls in saxony
i must wander hither
yes this holy land of allemagne
her lovely forests
where there lies no danger to man
no crawling snake or angry beast
her lovely forests in summer which overcome me
her trees so full of spirit
her blue skies so gentle to the eyes
her memories of snow and ice
her castles and her rivers
her deep valleys so green and peaceful
i am a minstrel
i am a merchant
i am a man-at-arms
i am a bohemian master who paints the lord in gold
i am an old man begging outside the kunsthalle in koln
i am a woman gathering potent herbs in the moonlight
i am dr johannes cuspinian with my red book of spells
i am a man who works in the orchards
i am a student from berlin
i am a swan in an ancient lake
i am stefan zeitmann a travelling magus
i am gertrude weiss the jugglers wife
i am an owl in a barn
i am a deer in a hazy field
i am a bird in a sleepy copse
i am a fool for my lady’s love in the springtime
and we rove through the mossy glades and
carve our one thousand names in the white trees there
we drink red beer and eat black bread
we row a boat across the quiet waters at night
when the graves give up their ghosts
we see the heroes of old …siegfried and others
fafnir whispers the windless dark
july is a feast under the stars
our friends from the villages drunk and merry
this is real life, my comrades
drink to the distant moon
drink to love and its many songs
drink to the forest with its dreaming trees
drink to the river and its silver fish
drink to the roses in grandmas garden
drink to the wild raspberries in the hedge
i am a boatman on the rhine
i am a fieldmouse nibbling the corn
i am a dancer round a fire on a hill
i am the sound of a drum
strange towers on craggy peaks containing scholars
they trace the comets arc
they dabble in alchemy
they predict the weathers moods
they eat yellow cheese and drink purple wine
they wear robes and gowns
they animate a homunculus
they resurrected a hare from death
and translate arabic texts concerning sexual pleasure
the servants boy plays in the long corridors
he listens at doors as darkness falls
he hears the laughter and arguments
the lovers lie entwined in soft beds
they coo and sigh in loves delicious play
they speak soft winged words of delight
and children are conceived with golden hair and brown eyes
the lovers in the cities by candlelight
the lovers in the country by moonlight
the old ladies packing up their market stalls in the square
the inn bursting with workers who just got paid
the lovely and serene night walks abroad
my germany is content
all the wars are over
the king is kind and just
ruling in Christs name but remembering the old ways
the queen is beautiful and generous
she glides through the forests on evenings like these
she drifts through the glades in her raptured fog
she swims in the black lake naked and unattended
her husband watches unseen from the trees
watches her whiteness disappear under the surface
watches her loll on the still warm rocks
watches her move in her trance
watches the ripples race away from her feet
watches the water run down her back
watches the moonlight in her eyes
watches the clouds and the moons pink aureole
watches the cygnets sleeping in the reeds
watches the oak shiver within the acorn
watches the sunlight in the sap
watches the trout leap in the twilight
so sleep now
so sleep and dream of my germany
hidden in warm memory
softly packed in some longago summer
safely stored in my soul forever

28 Responses to “my germany”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 July 2008 at 11:56 pm #

    How hypnotized
    the cat chases
    the kicked around heart
    sipping mezcal the while
    the way with words
    in style of birds
    the rivers end as
    the eye opens
    so far from hoping
    another dream escapes and I meet you here …

  2. avatar
    kat | 6 July 2008 at 11:57 pm #

    beautiful, sk! i will drink to that and go gather potent herbs in the moonlight ;]

    x

  3. avatar
    heather | 7 July 2008 at 12:27 am #

    brilliant, superb….

    NO CM, no anyone else, could top that!

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 2:17 am #

    Very Jim Morrisonish.
    Lovely wordplay and fantasies with which to turn in with.

    Nite nite,
    Mark
    Tampa, Fl

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 3:36 am #

    found your blog after seeing you on The Triffids “Born Sandy Devotional” dvd,fantastic bloody band.
    This is boring,just someone’s memory.
    Mid 80’s,Greville St. op shop,you with very beautiful girl buying shirts….
    had a bizarre dream the other night,great big Crowley like mansion,you were overlord,owner,whatever and my Tonkinese was malting in the side turret,I was fearful,cleaning the hair from the dust(?!),then you appeared to judge my work but you morphed into Prince who morphed into lucifer….shit,I was sweating.The cat and I are doing fine are listenning to plenty of David McComb while I relive my Melbourne girlhood(?huh?).
    Be kind to women with cats,love

  6. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 7 July 2008 at 4:00 am #

    A great and probably inadvertant public relations blog for Germany. The land of Ralph Hutter, Edgar Froese, Nina Hagan and Triumvirate. The latter was a German version of ELP. Germans love to bike and they do love nature. They are not veggie friendly like the UK and the USA. Better than France though!

  7. avatar
    athanasiuspernath | 7 July 2008 at 5:04 am #

    someone finally distilled an essence of the things i love about this place. if i’d bottle this blog, or print it out, i can travel anywhere and i will feel a blurred sense of homesickness.

    > They are not veggie friendly
    > like the UK and the USA.

    What do you mean!? You’re completely right about bikes and nature, but I have to disagree. did you have any problems getting veggie food?! germany was home of many of the first vegetarian unions (1867), was ruled by a vegetarian for about 12 years (though not to germany’s benefit, i confess), and on every corner you’ll find a bio supermarket. and to hassle the french about their cuisine is like hassling the egyptians because of their pyramids and the greek because of all those ruins. 🙂

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 6:08 am #

    a fire place for the stars,in a night of the darkest peace,like velvet drapes over a moontan in waves insurge,n drift,in scry to the heart of the forest x

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 6:49 am #

    hey killa,
    this blog today is truly magnificent in both its artistry and its sentiment. you have welded the ancient celtic (i am a boatman on the rhine, i am…..)with evocative imagery that could’ve been written yesterday or a thousand years ago. you have showed the fiends the beauty and mystery of our ancient land, and more than that, you have managed to capture some of its spirit.
    kilbey you’re a genius and this is one of the finest pieces of writing about germany that i’ve ever read.
    Good on ya, mate!
    your loyal german fan club

  10. avatar
    fantasticandy | 7 July 2008 at 9:28 am #

    i like your germany killer!
    and your non-explicit erotisim is well cool…….
    those were the days eh?
    when a simple story like ‘hansel and gretel’ was all you needed to keep your kids in line.

    but then mr.h and eva came to stay,
    the wolves invaded the forest,
    and the darkest fairy tale of all began.
    now,….if you had been king….

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 10:33 am #

    stunningly beautiful SK,

  12. avatar
    princey | 7 July 2008 at 10:37 am #

    mmmmmm, just what I needed to read tonight to warm up the ol’ heart. Howzabout “my greece”?
    love Amanda

  13. avatar
    iseult | 7 July 2008 at 10:51 am #

    Ohne Nennen,
    ohne Trennen,
    neu Erkennen,
    neu Entbrennen;
    endlos ewig,
    ein-bewusst:
    heiss erglühter Brust
    höchste Liebeslust!

  14. avatar
    athanasiuspernath | 7 July 2008 at 11:32 am #

    Stand ein König auf den Zinnen
    einer Burg aus Nachtgesang
    und Akkorden, die zerrinnen
    in verhalltem Donnerklang
    Während tiefe Töne dröhnen
    um in einem wunderschönen
    Mahlstrom silbern auszuufern
    rauscht in der Nacht ein Klang aus Samt
    zur ewgen Resonanz verdammt
    und wenn 12 gewalt’ge Glocken
    in Gitarrentäler locken
    das sind dann wohl, man hört’sch
    The Church

  15. avatar
    fantasticandy | 7 July 2008 at 12:04 pm #

    babel-fish is getting a lot of hits today!

  16. avatar
    athanasiuspernath | 7 July 2008 at 12:24 pm #

    as babelfish doesnt know shit,
    here’s a translation 😀 It sounds better in German, with the rhymes.

    Stood a king on the merlons
    of a castle made from nocturnal chant
    and chords deliquescing
    in echoing sound of thunder
    while deep tones roar,
    silvery overflowing in a beautiful
    maelstrom
    a velvet sound drones in the night
    condemned to eternal resonance
    when 12 mighty bells lure into guitar valleys
    that is probably, you hear it,
    The Church

  17. avatar
    princey | 7 July 2008 at 12:43 pm #

    I like the German version too, yaahh!

  18. avatar
    lily was here | 7 July 2008 at 12:43 pm #

    Leuchtend sk!

    Small july cafe
    listening to gitarren play
    Lewis’ dubonnet on ice, not
    impossible
    … germany.

    xxx

  19. avatar
    Lian | 7 July 2008 at 1:48 pm #

    heaven.

  20. avatar
    CSTCoach | 7 July 2008 at 3:54 pm #

    beautiful. mesmerizing.

    loved yestaday’s plan for a change in leadership. comments appended. let me know when you wanta start.

  21. avatar
    John | 7 July 2008 at 4:13 pm #

    Sounds like the weather is good in your area.

    John Garratt

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 5:04 pm #

    so sleep now, 😉 just magic steven . xo

  23. avatar
    davem | 7 July 2008 at 8:08 pm #

    Beautiful stuff.
    Wish I hadn’t wasted all my time there getting better acquainted with the wheat beer.

  24. avatar
    timetunnel | 7 July 2008 at 8:24 pm #

    moinmoin, everybody

    LOL, put “Germany” in the headline here and we Germans go nuts. Me too 🙂

    Great post SK, great atmosphere, it really made me recognize the place where I live and on the other hand don’t know very much of it at the same time.

    Jens

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2008 at 10:38 pm #

    was Debussy German?

  26. avatar
    princey | 7 July 2008 at 10:46 pm #

    You’re a twat anon@11.50pm, sk doesn’t like stupid comments like that here and either do I!
    Can you please delete that comment sk.

  27. avatar
    markobears | 7 July 2008 at 10:55 pm #

    No stupid comments? I’ll be left out :O(
    I miss germany.

  28. avatar
    Fred Farnsworth | 16 July 2008 at 4:00 pm #

    A great and probably inadvertant public relations blog for Germany. The land of Ralph Hutter, Edgar Froese, Nina Hagan and Triumvirate. The latter was a German version of ELP. Germans love to bike and they do love nature. They are not veggie friendly like the UK and the USA. Better than France though!


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