posted on January 25, 2006 at 10:09 pm

my landlady had strange properties….

it was australia day
i was working on a picture of shakespeare in bondi
it was very very quiet
it was warm and overcast
special magic weather
it was dark in my house
i’d been stumbling along
in the hall
for hours and hours
somewhere up ahead
a door was open
and white light was streaming in
book shelves and toys went by
scooters guitars backpacks shoes
i stopped to rest by a forlorn suitcase
battered by a thousand trips
round and round the world
up n down the east coast
hey i left some of my inklings in here
a graveyard of half finished poems
and paintings that didnt work out
we need you too
they call out
as i fight n flail my way past
hoping desperately
to pick up some momentum
to achieve liftoff
a box of electric junk
cables levers buttons inputs
the debris from my mind
discarded worlds
used up love
you see
you think
that i could turn this off
like
ok i had enough now
but it doesnt stop
a verse of an old number
i whipped up in 1974
“god never looked so lovely
on such a moonlit day
all milky incandescence
all girlish gaunt and grey
the world below him trembled
and cried out in its awe
the rivers turned to silver
the silver turned to war”
all this old stuff hounding me
all the bits n pieces
i was trying so hard
just to move one inch towards that door
where that light shone so sweetly
calling me on through the molasses
of my memories
the syrup of my surplus
the cream of the rest
reminiscent backwater
dream cul de sac
a smoke dream
gone with the wind
after another thousand years
i reached the door
to the kitchen
and was surprised
by myself
hello how are you?
why ask me? you should know
the two of us shook out the drawers
and folded the plates
we rinsed off the goldfish
we polished the moon
we wrote a little song together
he came up with the music
and we did the words together
is this another red herring? i asked
for you maybe he said
but not for me
lets go and wake up the children
ssshhh i said
no dont
anyway theres no one home
all the rooms are empty? he said
i nodded miserably
man pull yerself together! i said to me
we decided to turn
and keep on trying for the door
he was no help
he had all my faults
but none of the strong points
what would they be? he asked smilingly
he dropped off somewhere back there
im better off without him
the hall was still dark
the light was still shining
i was still there/here
moving forward
inch over inch
degree on degree
song by song

see you real soon
sk

36 Responses to “my perfect house with no flaws and other storeys”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 January 2006 at 10:55 pm #

    …fantastic, cheers Steve.

  2. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 25 January 2006 at 11:10 pm #

    Esteban:
    Palabras para describir lo que me hacen sentir tus palabras…no las hay.
    Abrazos.

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 January 2006 at 11:13 pm #

    Steve:
    There are no words to describe what your words make me feel.
    Hugs.

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 January 2006 at 11:13 pm #

    [That was a translation of Cecilia Gilbey].

  5. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 25 January 2006 at 11:38 pm #

    Mis amores: gracias por la atencion y la preocupacion.

  6. avatar
    captainmission | 25 January 2006 at 11:41 pm #

    Ha! Very Jungian, young man. Beautiful writing, haunting and rich. I know there’s a novel in there waiting to give birth 🙂
    You’re a bit Picasso, fucking talented, in a parallel universe i inhabit, the Prime Minister Mark Latham made you Australian of the year, it was great, we all had tofu and fresh OJ down at the beach and the church played ‘dome’ live.
    have a great day

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 12:59 am #

    great writing!!!

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 1:06 am #

    Great writing….

    Ever thought about writing a autobiography?

    Brian Turner
    USA

  9. avatar
    CSTCoach | 26 January 2006 at 1:57 am #

    beautiful, sk

    ryan

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 2:23 am #

    SK, I was published with you in the anthology Screwed all those years ago…reading your last three postings, the work suggests to me you could put together a dreamy book-length prose poem, perhaps illustrated with some of your graphic work…it’s worth a thought…this week has seen a shift in your writing…there’s a chilling melancholia all of a sudden, and a real connectedness…I’ll buy the first copy thank you very much…

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 3:21 am #

    I know others will not agree with me on this one, but then again its all pretty subjective isn’t it.
    I just finished reading a book by Bret Easton Ellis – Lunar Park (stop that sighing, I know, I know)
    Anyway it was like a trippy surreal fictional autobio (really over the top). In some parts, especially the last third maybe, kinda reminded me of SK’s writing. Anyway I just thought its was pretty creative.
    The reason I thought of SK is well, some days the is writing straight up and on others it’s surreal,I love that combo, an autobio kinda like that, I would love to read, but that’s just me.
    Anyway it did not mean to compare, I just put the book down, you how it is when you just read something.
    I totally agree with the others SK, your a great writer.
    Anyway I do read alot and I think your writing rocks,the Oscar Wilde of our time perhaps (actually definitly).
    Thankyou for our daily blog.

    Norman Mailer (just kidding!)
    MB

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 3:29 am #

    Yeah I know can’t spell, grammer etc, that’s why I’m a reader and not a writer.
    MB

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 4:03 am #

    MB, good comments…Hemingway, Scott Fitzgerald and Steinbeck couldn’t spell either, so don’t you worry about that…

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 4:28 am #

    wow, we’re flying now…

    aloha,
    erik

  15. avatar
    BELVA-DEER | 26 January 2006 at 5:03 am #

    PATHS OF EBONY

    Like my first Nightmare
    I couldn’t have been more than 5
    In that lovely Victorian Home
    Sweeping gables
    My bedroom ‘neath them
    One dark night
    I fumbled through the unlit hall/closet
    to my destiny
    the largest bathroom
    where a doctor used to operate
    back in his day
    eventually I made it
    to the other side
    Still dark
    I ventured back through the black path
    I was completly lost
    I looked up to see
    a light
    a fire
    and people in gothic cages
    the fire beneath them
    the room walled of glistening cement
    the caged people were frightened
    I ran out, completely freaked
    I couldn’t get back to sleep

    At breakfast, I told my dream painting father
    who knew Dr. Freud well
    “You’ve had a nightmare, there there.”

  16. avatar
    Bionaut | 26 January 2006 at 5:38 am #

    So THAT’S how you get so much done. There’s more than one of you. Kind of like that mediocre Michael Keaton film, Multiplicity. Or Shakespeare, now that you mention him/them.

    Suggestion to readers: post your bad poems/song lyrics/etc. in your own blogs. This is Kilbey Kountry.

  17. avatar
    verdelay | 26 January 2006 at 7:23 am #

    Oh, hymn again…

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 7:58 am #

    there’s a stillness in time
    that I cannot define
    does your heart bleed like mine
    oh, does your heart yearn
    for a place we can go
    where our troubles are far away
    hey, there so far a way yeah -jamiroquai

    later on space cowboy..

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 11:10 am #

    Just love your poetry. It would be wonderful if you would do some more readings.. like the Glebe Books evening.

  20. avatar
    BDC | 26 January 2006 at 11:11 am #

    All this palaver about choich moich (crunch munch?) and I can’t even buy Hologram of Baal the band site. Harrumph.

    But hey, can’t complain, really, when you’re blogging all this lovely stuff free for all. (But I’d still like to hear “Buffalo” again.)

  21. avatar
    Fandorin | 26 January 2006 at 12:09 pm #

    ALl those are waiting for a novel…but this IS the novel. “The strange adventures of Mr Steve Kilbey”, “Sentimental Bondi Journey”. One day, I’ll print it all and make myself a book.

    This entry causes warm feelings of miracle and wonder, just like listening to “Tristesse” or the whole Heyday album.

  22. avatar
    mike | 26 January 2006 at 12:44 pm #

    I hope the weather stays warm, overcast, and drizzly so we get some more great blogs!! It seems that the blogs change with the weather!! What I like about your writing is that it transports me to the place that you are describing and I can visualize everything!! There is a certain mood to your blogs that brings up past memories with a dreamlike quality. I really enjoy reading your blogs and consider them all very creative and exciting.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 7:47 pm #

    Steve, have you considered turning off the comments section?
    everytime i read em, it’s all very disappointing.
    i should just stop clicking that little button.
    but the temptation…

  24. avatar
    OTTOMT | 26 January 2006 at 8:39 pm #

    Personally I enjoy the comments and the freedom of expression. Abstract thoughts need a safe place to land.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 10:39 pm #

    Some of ’em *could* land in one’s own blog, however.

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 January 2006 at 11:12 pm #

    I have to agree, the comments are a distraction. People trying to be witty,Sucking up SK’s arse like there’s no tommorrow. Some of the comments make me sick.
    Get your own blog

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 12:38 am #

    There is some mud but there is some ceremony ass well. However I’m always impressed with how people want to have the authority and tell the owner what he should and should not do. Isn’t it simpler to not touch the commentary section than to tell the guy he should quit it?
    What’s the problem with FREE EXPRESSION after all????? I too have problems with shallow, foolish, pretentious (when pretention isn’t justified), hotpussylike and sucking copies of empty heads comments here but… who am I to judge everybody and tell them to fuck off? I should fuck off now, for an instance and find something better to do.

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 2:19 am #

    for every action there are always reactions.
    as to comments maybe some readers just feel it’s an opportunity to be friends with someone they like so what’s the big fucking deal?

    Dutch Pierre

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 2:35 am #

    DP-
    Right. Funny how I’m now not seeing anything between your lines- no snarling, no hissing, no jelousy, etc. You seem genuine.

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 6:06 am #

    People
    please be respectful
    This space is for comments relating to the blog
    not for your epic poems
    and free-associative word experiments
    its not that hard to understand
    please edit yourself
    and we can all enjoy this great opportunity
    to interact a little
    with mr. Kilbey.

    thanks
    X=Y

  31. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 6:38 am #

    Now now, Kilbettes

    shhhhhhh……

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 6:39 am #

    X=Y
    Do you officially speak for Mr. Kilbey?

    I, for one, think Steve should turn off the comment feature. We are all lucky enough to get a chance to enjoy this long-term and long-form exposure to his thoughts. There is no need for a million testimonials, nor for, as you stated, “epic poems and free-associative word experiments”. And frankly, this bickering reminds me of the Seance mailing list, which I unsubscribed from a long time ago.

    It’s about the music and how it makes us feel. And lately, the paintings and writing.

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 January 2006 at 7:42 am #

    Now that you bring up Scientology, I recognize some hypocrits from Hothell Tomb preaching about the way things should be on Mr. K’s blog. Go drink that kool-aid elsewhere pweeze.

  34. avatar
    Fandorin | 27 January 2006 at 12:02 pm #

    really, that’s occidental history in a nutshell. a Church is founded, soon there are two confessions, religius warfare, mutual assured destruction, people telling people what to do, people telling people telling people what to do what not to do… and after all, The Church is still there.

  35. avatar
    Patricio | 27 January 2006 at 12:39 pm #

    I witnessed my parent’s Presbyterian Church breakup because of politics and two factions refusing to come to a common ground…problem is, everyone thinks they are an expert, including me sometimes. But how can we be experts when our “god” is already omnipotent?!?!? And fighting fire with fire (again, me, my bad) is just stupid and ignorant. So friends, apologies. Get to know your fellow man before throwing labels around; that’s sad. Anyway, back to the deep for el momento silencio…peace.

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 January 2006 at 4:35 am #

    @”Do you officially speak for Mr. Kilbey?”

    No, but it needs to be said. Steve brought this up once, and has graciously not repeated it.

    You say the comments should be turned off. Does that make you the official spokesman? I don’t think so.

    And you go on to agree with me anyways…
    Hopefully enough has been said on this topic.

    sincerely
    X=Y


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