posted on April 7, 2009 at 8:50 pm

i stumble through life as usual
i dont know what i’m gonna do
i got no “plans”
i really have no clue
the morning arrives…not unexpectedly
the earth revolves
the sun sets
the living rooms
the breathing apparatus
the moving men
a thousand islands dressing
through driftwood waves and steal guitars
i see the days of my phantoms holiday
all spirit-tahiti
all flowers and a distant native song
i know paul gauguin
i say go go gauguin
i say go again gauguin
i got a beachcombers hut
i got a sky blue swimming pool
i got my soothing lagoon of memories
i swim thru them for you
some are so faded n threadbare
i realise how sad it is that all things will be forgotten
the things we said
the things we did
the things we created
the things we played with
all of it wiped away….where?
but i’m forgetting it already
as i trawl through the pools
and i dive deep but the blackness dismays me
i get up real early n trudge through the forest to the sea
i’m so mixed up
memories are superimposed on each other
memories all stored carelessly
the worms of forgetfulness have gnawed at their corners
they have been exposed to doubt
and have become pure white
oh my memories
i swim in the sea
the sea of memory
with all its terrible monsters
how i hate them coming up to taste me
monstrous memories of icthy-o-saurus
i can feel his needle teeth in my arm
i can feel the poison entering my blood
who am i now?
the sea is cloying and smothering
i am a little boy
and old ladies with viridian lipstick
and cigarette breath
all kiss me me and pinch my cheeks
i am scared stiff
the sea turns nasty
all choppy and the spray in yer eyes
a rainbow arcs above us with its roy g biv
i see it through the green glass of the water
i see it through the green grass of my idyll meadow
in english narnia during the good times
cavorting with those lovely woodland folk
i am just a boy with flowers in my hair n little goat feet
i whirl n i twirl n i never run outta breath
i leap from one thing to the next
i leap to my island home which is waiting on me
hand n foot
the island assumes its manifest human shape as princess lulutiti
she solemnly approaches me with all her bounty
no wait am i marlon brando all burnt n dying?
am i tyrone power and my heart is seizing up
right here on the set?
no wait am i jim cook having my last sandwich (no spear-mint!)?
am i marco boleyn having my last ride?
no
youre noah veil
says princess lulutiti
as she makes the palms sway
as she makes the hills undulate
as she pulls down the stars and sets them on her brow
as she straddles the horizon and rubs against its length
as she fixes up all my pains
as she takes away my ache my takeaway ache
as she unzips my olde mansuit so gently
oh noah she says
oh look how new you are underneath it all….!
my friend paul is there painting it all
go go gauguin i say
you make it look so easy man!
i had a lotta practice says paul
oh soft summer nights
oh naive and warm island people
oh kava kava
oh coconut milk and wild raspberries
and dark chocolate from holland
and opium from china
and perfumes from india
and crystal skulls from lemuria
whose cargo is all this…?
lulutiti smiles
noah you have come to the islands of the dead
this is your mind randomly flashing
these are the thoughts of the dying man
lulutiti is so big and now so old
she cradles me in her mountains and valleys
she rocks me in her warm earth
she soothes me to sleep
a million other men sleep beside me
a million other women and children
all sleeping somewhere safe
waiting for the right opportunity
dreaming it up
watching from a distance
yeah and
aloha

29 Responses to “noah veil”

  1. avatar
    restaurant mark | 7 April 2009 at 9:55 pm #

    lovely…

    take care
    mark

  2. avatar
    veleska1970 | 7 April 2009 at 10:07 pm #

    that’s wonderful news from the doctor. and since you’re no longer taking the amiodarone you’ll be feeling better in no time.

    have a great day, steve.

    lotza love…..

  3. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 7 April 2009 at 10:10 pm #

    ….puts me in mind of some of clive barker’s work….the great and secret show, imagica….dream seas, worlds contained within the weave of a rug….magic stuff…..
    love always….

  4. avatar
    princey | 7 April 2009 at 10:48 pm #

    Ahhh that was a nice, warm escape from here.
    Aloha, yassou and love,
    Amanda

  5. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 7 April 2009 at 11:14 pm #

    God that was so stunningly beautiful and yet so sad too. I NEVER cease to be amazed at your talent with words SK.

    When I was an art history student I hated Gauguin. Then I started teaching art history and came to love his work.

    I used to fixate a lot on how everything we do will be forgotten…we will someday be forgotten…it used to tear me up inside but I’ve gotten more philosophical about it as I’ve gotten older. I still wonder, where will all my memories go? All my experiences, dreams, hopes, loves, where does it all end up? I don’t know…but I do know I enjoyed reading this blog today immensely. Thank you my dear!
    Love,
    Denise
    xxoo

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    Anonymous | 7 April 2009 at 11:19 pm #

    But what amazing things could you bring into manifestation, or even small but solid and great things, if you do have a plan?
    The open heart is such an all consuming pastime, and you know people will put a tentacle in if you dont discipline it lightly to avoid such acts of invasion.
    Just wanna see you with more bounty, mister.
    I know so many fabulous artists who are so creative and so bad at self promotion and planning career development stuff. The poverty and lack of recognition, and the other ambitious bastards (and less creative often)who steal ideas and work wear people down.
    I really hope you have people around you to help with this stuff, cos it often isn’t a good fit with the spirit of the muse, so you gotta have some of those guiding practical visionaries who believe in marketting you in those clever and subtle ways that work a treat.
    Be careful coming off the amiodarone. Maybe watch the stimulants.
    Love.
    Julie

  7. avatar
    knot | 7 April 2009 at 11:21 pm #

    mahalo brother

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 April 2009 at 11:52 pm #

    Thank you. 😉
    xox

  9. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 8 April 2009 at 12:36 am #

    This simultaneously austere and enchanting blog made me think of the movie Lust For Life that featured Kirk Douglas as Van Gogh and Anthony Quinn as Gauguin. It was masterful cinema that is not outmoded. Sometines SK also has that late 1960’s flower child Donovan frame of mind amidst some of his blogs that saunter and muse.

  10. avatar
    the dean | 8 April 2009 at 3:30 am #

    plans are overrated and rarely amount to much so you’re better off without one.
    As for memories,other than avoiding poison berries or not stepping on a brown snake twice, they’ve out grown their function.

  11. avatar
    Jasperina | 8 April 2009 at 4:27 am #

    Having one of those days feeling completely unravelled…your words today are real soothing like a balm across a sore wound. Those torn and tattered remnants we all carry around with us..your imagery of the sea..such potent descriptions and for me today a blog brimming with serendipity…as I churn away wringing at my own fabric from the past.

  12. avatar
    eek | 8 April 2009 at 6:38 am #

    Starts out pretty hairy, but ends up quite nice. Could be an ok way to go.

  13. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 8 April 2009 at 7:04 am #

    i am getting a minnesota church gang together for the Varsity Theater & Cafe gig, gotcha…
    Jonny

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2009 at 9:40 am #

    Yeah, cos Keef’s never took any drugs, eh…

  15. avatar
    iseult | 8 April 2009 at 10:50 am #

    a lass a lack it saul to noah vail!

  16. avatar
    catchow | 8 April 2009 at 11:14 am #

    Gauguin’s paintings: colourful
    and exotic, just like yours…

  17. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 8 April 2009 at 11:33 am #

    brien c….i love your way with words, very astute and articulate….
    peace

  18. avatar
    captain mission | 8 April 2009 at 11:51 am #

    i think you are probably the best writer i’ve ever read. i’m very glad your hearts beating.

  19. avatar
    fantasticandy | 8 April 2009 at 12:03 pm #

    flippin’ great mate!
    no wonder your’e my main man…..

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2009 at 12:31 pm #

    that was exceedingly beauteous.

  21. avatar
    Max | 8 April 2009 at 1:15 pm #

    And remember, 101 voluptuous days. Marty will.

  22. avatar
    CSTCoach | 8 April 2009 at 2:55 pm #

    Beautiful blog. One of your best to date. I love this sorta thing.

    “i realise how sad it is that all things will be forgotten
    the things we said
    the things we did
    the things we created
    the things we played with
    all of it wiped away….”

    I’ve obsessed over this too. It’s what drives me to write. The thought of all those stories just disappearing. Forgotten. It’s incredibly sad. Those stories give meaning to a life, but for most of us, we won’t be remembered beyond the next generation. We remember our grandparents, but how many of us remember anything about our great-grandparents – the grandparents of our own parents? Those memories are lost with our parents, just as we will take so many memories with us. It’s all so incredibly sad.

    “this is your mind randomly flashing
    these are the thoughts of the dying man”

    An eerie touch! It reminded me of that little Jack Frost piece off KH Previews and Rarities – Jack’s Dream. It amazed me the way you guys captured the last thoughts and images of a drowning man in that song.

  23. avatar
    Freddie | 8 April 2009 at 4:02 pm #

    I enjoyed gettting lost in that.

  24. avatar
    davem | 8 April 2009 at 4:39 pm #

    little goat feet on top of those calves?

  25. avatar
    mandn | 8 April 2009 at 6:38 pm #

    Hallo orpheus.

    Been a long time. I wish I had an excuse for it,
    but I don’t so no pretending.

    I just got the good news that you will be in my fair city in July. Philadelphia misses you. We’ll be seeing
    you then.

    My love to you and all the little ones.

    xo
    M

  26. avatar
    kat | 8 April 2009 at 6:46 pm #

    sk,

    what, no plan? i know what you mean. its a really really old feeling.

    very nice writing, sk!

    not my favorite day or holiday. ma? where are ya anymore

    happy church tour and love to all the fiends

    xo

  27. avatar
    Cee | 8 April 2009 at 8:37 pm #

    Less serious amiodarone side effects may include:

    * feeling dizzy or tired;
    * nausea, vomiting, stomach pain, loss of appetite;
    * sleep problems, insomnia
    * weakness, lack of coordination;
    * warmth, tingling, or redness under your skin.

    I didn’t post the more serious side effects because they freaked me out! Glad you’re getting off that stuff.
    See in the June Swoon

  28. avatar
    lily was here | 8 April 2009 at 9:47 pm #

    You’re the matai of blog writing.Venus watching over you, a nice way to go xxx ps you and ricky flowerchild, mum said the old house is now taken but the plantation’s still there

    ps iseult i saw that photo link you mentioned here. Steve looks black enough to me to do the blues fest

  29. avatar
    don joe | 9 April 2009 at 3:15 pm #

    Keep creating Steve. This is beautiful work. We all yearn for eternal life.. have we found it but are yet to see? the protected mode that slips in between our death and life; shuns the past forgets the future… what’s the time today? Go on forever? I believe so. Flourish and Prosper.

    ML,
    don joe


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