posted on May 3, 2011 at 8:39 pm

gossamer

a new voice has begun to talk in my head

amidst the clamour amidst the ebb of music

amidst the uncertainty of lives

a fantastic visitor lodged here in mind

a wonderful cruel philosophy fatalistic and abstract

this voice mumbles to me as it stumbles through me

sometimes a man sometimes a woman

sometimes a child sometimes a cat

over long outer long inner long lee

i said this night aches with memory

i look at the lights in the city ive seen

i wonder how far you can fall dont ask why

theres always forever you fell from a sky

falling through nights so much thicker than tar

and you fall and you fell and woke up where you are

no you crashed in the morning right out of the blue

looked in the mirror it was no one we knew

yes you looked through a window all covered in you

in valhallas where warriors wait for the wars

and paradise stranger than a lane changer

and heavens number seventeen and in between

and spells cast arithmetically

everything is still possible you see

my new voice suggests the most useful of guests

haunting out my mystery

whispering weird things it sometimes thus sings

all the love the virgin brings

all the moon on moth wings

all of a sudden the dull thudding of the clouds

yes my new voice has ears and it hears and it hears

listen it tells me listen to this and i listen and there is its bliss

fasten me to the mast boys i call out in my dilemma

as we float past the sirens off the island of alabama

yes ive heard the songs yes ive been touched by their words

i screamed at the men set me free  because ive heard

(so then i whose telling this story pleaded with my new voice)

tell me then of these marvellous visions !

on one condition

answers the voice so clear in my ear i wonder no one else can hear

and it says something strange i cannot decipher

an accent unknown pronounced with a quiver

a cypher a sound a glyph from beginning

a sign from the gods the harvest was coming

a wedding a feast a flaming blue summer

but i couldnt tell what ever its asking

i just agreed ; it was my greed to get on with the thing

i just said yes it was my guess that everything would take care

of the rest

but i wonder in a warm safe room in my past

the voice walk beside me wearing a mask

it touches my skin and enters therein

i remember places that i never been

i remember face that i never seen

i watch myself right up on that screen

i watch that screen what does it all mean

that screen in my head that the voice shows to me

that sea in my head when that voice flows to me

that wind in my head when that voice blows to me

that thought in my head when that voice knows to me

the simplest creature divinely inspired

beautifully made lovingly wired

hand fired

wrought from lust in love if so desired

fairy dust encrusted

trusting not all her jewels to mere fools

knowledge  a deep chasm in an ocean of  folly

as you go further down theres more to be known

and the secrets are obvious as soon as revealed

but up until then their sense was concealed

like a pressure or increase in the outer shield

like an undetected presence in the magnetic field

like life within a tomb

like death within the bloom

watch her walk across the room

the voice says just try and understand

how the sea and the land love each other with rivers

the comets overhead are the returning souls of the dead

(at this my neck was aquiver in shivers)

the rain is alive as it falls from on high

and the pain that you feel is in some ways unreal

and the joy that you take is in some ways an ache

sometimes you bend sometimes you break

sometimes you dream that youre really awake

sometimes the grace of the system slows it all down

you might get to re-live it again and again

you may live to regret it over and over

of course i can never translate what i saw

in the gaps of synapses that acted like doors

the voice then is silent

i stand here alone in my head as dry as a bone

i call myself on my inner eye phone

bring bring

hmmm no one home

 

 

 

 

 

25 Responses to “new voice”

  1. avatar
    Heather daydream | 3 May 2011 at 9:29 pm #

    Your synapses are sparking Mr K!

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    Abel | 3 May 2011 at 9:32 pm #

    Use it, then!

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    Kristine | 3 May 2011 at 10:39 pm #

    Reading your pretty prose always brightens my day.

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    Triantelope | 3 May 2011 at 10:54 pm #

    Wow!
    Dr. Seuss for grownups.

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    Karen | 3 May 2011 at 11:00 pm #

    Enjoyed that

    wish my inner eye phone would give me a wake up call

    god I hope I dont live to regret it over & over ..once was enough

    I used have a dream within a dream within a dream & Id know I was dreaming then see something off the wall & realise I was still dreaming say to myself now if you lay down on this bed you will really wake up this time..and I think I was awake & I wasnt
    dont like those dreams
    happy when I actually woke up. my ex used to say to me “you dont need drugs your in your own world most of the time anyway”
    anyway off to bed to dream

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    JW | 3 May 2011 at 11:10 pm #

    We just got finished playing a festival all weekend on the Gossamer stage

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    captain mission | 4 May 2011 at 12:03 am #

    wow, outstanding writing sir. for some reason it reminds me of cormac macarthy, powerful poetic visionary and brutal.

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    kell | 4 May 2011 at 12:41 am #

    Ohhhh you’re good. I wonder if ‘space within’ equates with ‘no-one home’??? I’d never say there’s no one home in you, my friend. Your soul is too strong 4 that ~ I once meditated & felt a universe inside of me. All i was, was……stars & space. To be a singular soul/spirit identity within such expansiveness, very nice, indeed. That’s the key, isn’t it?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 May 2011 at 12:47 am #

    You are on a cosmic roll lately , my friend…keep this up and a ‘gathered collection’ of ‘blog perfections’ may be the best great endeavor. All of us would clamor for a hard cover (softy for us cheapies) containing the worldly workings or otherwise of our great mentor : Mr. Steve Kilbey. Get those lads at Second Motion to distribute it stateside at sit back and watch the cash come in. Your sitting on a goldmine. Your writings are so superior to the junk we are left to sift thru these long hard days.

    Just a passing thought, because…lately you’ve beeen killing it KILLER !!!

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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      princey | 4 May 2011 at 9:53 am #

      Yessss Darrin!!, I was thinking exactly the same thing!
      When sk started blogging, I used to print out the “outstanding” (but of course they all are!) blogs, the ones that tweaked my heart anyway, and bought a book to glue them all into, but the daily grind took over and I couldn’t keep up with all the brilliant blogs pouring outta sk. There must be hundreds by now that would be suitable to compile into a poetry book, so if someone could do this, it’d be a dream come true (for hundreds of us!) what do think sk? 🙂

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      Narelle | 4 May 2011 at 11:21 am #

      I agree Darrin…we are being totally spoilt…

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    lisa k | 4 May 2011 at 1:29 am #

    Once in a while I experience such a hightened feeling of peacefulness and beauty…and being more of a spiritual person (as opposed to a straight forward religious person) this is when I feel close to God, or the Divine. This poem, and yesterday’s, are so beautiful Steve. I love reading your words every morning. I think about them throughout my day, and when they are this amazing I just feel like I have this sort of light around me.
    I don’t think I am expressing myself very well, and I’m sounding a little goofy so– I will stop here and just say Thank you, once again, for creating something so beautiful. Really.

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    Georgia | 4 May 2011 at 1:37 am #

    Steven….just beautiful. And I am liking the place you are currently at….

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    Once | 4 May 2011 at 2:07 am #

    If this was Facebook, I could just click “Like” and get on with it…actually, I think FB should have a box that drops down after clicking “Like” called “Why”, that says “Please enter explanation and click ‘enter’ to proceed”. Then again, that would really slow things down.

    I absolutely love this, first of all because when I got to the lines starting with “that” it was like a song that I could hear you singing (an odd but not unpleasant sensation); secondly because (as per usual) there are mind-blowingly good lines like…well, all of them, really (“how the sea and the land love each other with rivers”, for one).

    And lastly, because I totally “get” this (although perhaps in a slightly more psychotic way, ha ha).

    Thanks SK.

    D.

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    Lara | 4 May 2011 at 5:02 am #

    Good stuff, SK.

  14. avatar
    . | 4 May 2011 at 10:44 am #

    i enjoyed that one (~!~)

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    onlyamouse | 4 May 2011 at 11:57 am #

    not sure if these voices in the head should be listened to or indulged and unknown pacts made with them?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 May 2011 at 1:17 pm #

    Wow Sara,
    That is totally messed up. I just saw a clip on the news here in Chicago about the election and your new PM. I believe what you are saying because you are the source from up north to this blog. But if its true, in regards to the views of this man regarding women…has your country just taken a 100+ year step backwards in humanity and gender relations. WTF !!! I’m so sorry Sara, that is a complete mess. Who in the hell elected this ignorant fucknuckle ???

    For anyone still interested in my ‘ghost story’ from last week, I return to the same building and floor tomorrow, Wednesday, at noon. So I will keep ya posted, if you care.

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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      Heather daydream | 4 May 2011 at 11:28 pm #

      Yeah…I’m interested to hear what the wise ghost says next

  17. avatar
    Meg Manestar | 4 May 2011 at 1:55 pm #

    Clouds are alive too… Water has a memory.. 🙂 love the weft of this.. Pliable ether..

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    Karen | 4 May 2011 at 4:55 pm #

    “how the sea and the land love each other with rivers”
    yes I loved that line too Donna your not psychotic your just misunderstood 😛

    not why I reposted though just wanted to say Im “happy” that I got a reply email & I will get CD in the post:D
    after fiddle farting around with this paypal thing it did go through:O thanks sk

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    Narelle | 5 May 2011 at 3:29 am #

    hello Sara
    was also sorry to learn two nights ago…from ours news report, the elected Canadian PM
    lots of awful Health Care cuts (NHS..England, NZ)…the flogged frontline…never the top end of town
    anyway, Canada, like all Governments, never make it easy…stick together, fight a good fight and never give up!!!
    the May Day march here in Sydney on sunday, a grim reminder of past and future battles…well worth fighting
    no point waiting for the silver platter
    maybe throw some ideas out there and let the others battle on for a while while you rest up
    gardening is so much fun and I miss it living in a ghastly apartment, surrounded by tons of concrete…maybe its time for some potted herbs
    take care

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    Cocoamo | 6 May 2011 at 11:14 am #

    Arrghh Sara! Bush-like? Our sympathies. We always felt Bush fit the bill for Reptile.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    hellbound heart | 6 May 2011 at 9:33 pm #

    love joy being likened to an ache….how true….
    love always…

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    Freddie | 6 May 2011 at 11:24 pm #

    Be wary of new voices. There are many voices inside my head but only one I keep going back to. It has been the same since the first time I remember talking to myself as a child.


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