posted on March 19, 2013 at 7:20 pm
adjusting ionosphere

adjusting ionosphere

trepidation rapid intrepid never vapid

i sear the seer here without whom etc

people come n go i mean just dont they

i swim in blue sea i fly thru green air

i dream in black evening heavenly shades of night are fallen

i am not a beastly man or human creature

i mean this is a mistake surely

are we pinned to this earth by time and life slipping

all god is elusive

god speak through me then speak through my fingers

speak through my actions

i am a lost thing thrown away

i keep believing that something

latitudes of eternal leisure await some of us

justice dealt out of hand often trumping truth

moon nude sister sky starred with thousands

the cemetery gate awaits and yawns open

some race some dawdle some take their sweet time

time is sweet as it coats you in melting moments

sunny days gone in a trice like a lollypop holiday in malta

things start to disappear then

arrows race off into forests random killing

stoned angels fall from heaven

chiselled devils tumble from gravestones

the holy pope innocent who cut off childrens noses

the witch burners and twitchy tragedians

the lynch pins and tycoons the slow boys and the top knobs

the monkey bars where you drink for peanuts

kitten cafe with persian coffee and tabby toast

hog headed astro-god pig face flowered

trampled down the garden of the invalides

you walk upon yon eggshell tombs

and the grey sea from the arctic throbs around your stones

and a mist from a mistless day

no one is on the shore as you go down there

what  nightmare i wander has now enveloped me?


21 Responses to “nighted field felt fast fading”

  1. avatar
    DavidP | 19 March 2013 at 9:01 pm #

    how’s the rib Kilbo?
    back to swimming and yoga yet?

  2. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 19 March 2013 at 9:27 pm #

    You threw yourself so convincingly on the boards: ‘We’re gonna die! we’re gonna die!’ … the speech moving from comic to pathos (I won’t say pathetic). You had to be there. Anyway, I like my sunny days to go in a splice. No, with splices, sunny days never go.

  3. avatar
    Chris | 19 March 2013 at 9:59 pm #

    Reminds me of a late afternoon walk through the wonderfully gothic Waverley Cemetery……love the image ‘stoned angels fall from heaven’…..and stoned angels contemplate heaven….

  4. avatar
    hippy | 20 March 2013 at 3:09 am #

    “There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief

  5. avatar
    Fitzy | 20 March 2013 at 5:30 am #

    Such imagery.
    Brilliant Steve.

  6. avatar
    tom | 20 March 2013 at 6:45 am #

    hey steve. My daughter was born 12-14-12 and her name is Kilbey June. Couldn’t think of a better way to show my immense respect for you. Your music has inspired me through life.

  7. avatar
    seoigh | 20 March 2013 at 11:59 am #

    “god speak through me then speak through my fingers
    speak through my actions”

    But that’s already happening, whether you want it to or not, Steve. It’s a matter of figuring out how to deal with how he is using you to communicate. There is only one mind. Kilbey is one of the many, many passageways it walks.

    But I understand. It all certainly feels elusive. But this is just the result of hoping to see a human face on cosmic justice. Won’t happen, friend.

  8. avatar
    Stephen | 20 March 2013 at 4:35 pm #

    Went to see a French film (In the House) on Sunday and one line in the film seemed to trigger something. I ended up writing the following over the course of the afternoon:

    Shadows scream in burning whispers
    A silhouette married an obelisk
    Chilblains chafe in Chelsea
    Even barefoot, the rain won’t dance
    All that follows has been before
    Unctuous charm bemoans the weather
    The filament stains forever
    Blood curdles around yesterday’s bruise
    Twins in panicked semaphore
    Exalt the clowns of always
    However stays a while
    Saltwater rinse for a crumpled career
    A yearning chasm engulfs the Monday
    Terse reminders scald the conscience
    Sweatbox sojourn to entice the nihilist
    Brethren cries an altered waltz
    Samson tints Delilah’s perm
    An angular sermon coloured the ablutions

    Vanity percolates an acidity
    Start making sheds
    Paint plural passivity
    Succour succumbs to soliloquy
    Birth magnet charges a jingle
    Silence forays into mauve
    Tempestuous churned cloud horizon
    An ocean feasted on festered reds
    Snickleways of tortuous reminiscence
    Tepid undertow of culture’s hangover
    Combustible cologne at a Berlin mall
    A sunburnt walk back from Vysehrad
    Burst pendulum leaks healing orisons

  9. avatar
    Cocoamo | 21 March 2013 at 7:41 am #

    You have such a way of distilling the essence of the quandary of life.

    Between alliteration and confabulation, you turn a phrase with such eloquence.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  10. avatar
    M E M | 21 March 2013 at 9:59 am #

    out there

    a poem
    a silver lining

    no one’s
    ever heard

    unless you
    write it

    it will never
    be spoken

    no one knows
    these words

    besides you

    isn’t that
    the reason

    all here?

    it’s written
    in the sky

    so long

    and it took

    to show


    my o my

    it’s my

    the solar


  11. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 21 March 2013 at 11:35 am #

    A venture an adventure
    Nothing ventured, nothing –
    Something ventured, nothing gained.
    Operative word.
    Breaths of air in ecstatic hair
    coat flaps like cloak
    feet beat with fleet heart
    liquidambar leaves rustle
    streets free of bustle
    the path cleared
    an urchin appeared
    an out of practice angel shifted gear.
    She returned to her prison
    but it was prison no more.
    They’d unlocked the door.
    Behind and before.
    She felt she would never stray anymore.
    She felt she would attempt to set right.
    She thought she would never write anymore
    well maybe a bit of automaton typing and
    some subconscious editing.
    All doors appeared open and
    outside rushed in actual gaps
    in genuine windows.
    A sudden gush of intense warmth and light
    engulfed her before she could even breathe
    in delight.

  12. avatar
    Steven Krut | 21 March 2013 at 2:25 pm #

    I saw in one of your recent interviews where you talked about the how the hard part when creating songs is coming up with the melody. I think your knack for melody is one of the things that made me a fan to begin with. It’s a relatively rare ability, I think. I put you in there with McCartney, Harry Nilsson, and others who just have a gift for melody. You won’t like it, but I’d put Lloyd Cole in that category. He’s incredibly sure-footed, melodically, even if he is a bit of a sour puss. Your melodies tend to be rather melancholy, which in a way enhances them – gives them some depth as opposed to McCartney’s melodies, which are often cloying and saccharine. Lennon had a good melodic sense, but it didn’t overwhelm his songs like with Paul. I’m bashing McCartney a bit, but I actually think he’s amazingly talented. Some of his post-Beatles songs make me nauseous, though. Nilsson had a nice sardonic undertow to his poppy tunes that makes them more endearing to me. I like and admire a good pop tune. One reason I like The Idyllist so much. Bowie had great melodies during his peak. Those choruses he came up with were fantastic. I don’t understand why that melodic sense tends to leave songwriters as they age. Is melody a playful thing? When you stop viewing music as a play thing and start taking yourself more seriously, does melody escape you? I don’t know, but Bowie’s new album, while better than that single suggested, is fairly tuneless, IMO. It’s impossible to criticize it online without people jumping down your throat, but to me it’s just an OK album that fits in with all the other OK albums he put out in his latter career. Why can’t he write a good tune like he used to? I thought Heathen had a few good melodies. I like Everyone Says Hi and I Demand a Better Future. The new album has good music but few tunes to my ear. Maybe I just need to listen to it some more.

    Speaking of Nilsson, you should do a children’s album like The Point. It would be fantastic.

  13. avatar
    arcturus | 21 March 2013 at 8:27 pm #

    Steven….I’m liking this, seems to evoke both heaven and hell and the spiritual war going on at the moment..soo thanks as always for pushing the expansion of visual thoughts. love yaaa..a true genius

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