posted on April 8, 2014 at 9:49 pm

sprook it boyo

a few years back i had my second art show in pittsburgh USA

the thing was that were paintings and there was a little poem for each one

although many are not little poems as i have rambled on and on

i reached into each fucking painting and i wrenched the poem right out it

and then i recited or chanted them or half sung them to a bunch of ambient tracks

until now these tracks were only available as a box set containing post card sized prints

the boxes were individually handmade by our own holly

if you have a box set look after it they are now scarce

i dont even have one myself anymore

i wonder where it is..?

anyway we decided to make the poems available as a 20 dollar download

with 19 tracks bursting with wonderful poetry thats good value you poetry fiends

poems rambling and roaming all over my psyche like a herd of phantom buffalo

daydreaming out loud this is automatic and manual labour of love

this stuff here is like me whispering all this stuff in yer ear

as if i was actually here

the words are divinely inspired a little tired

divinely insipid hellishly tepid

the words fall out of your sky

but you hear them first hear

a must for all fans of all ages and all errors

poetry that will have zebras changing their stripes

leopards in tight spots will cheat a bit

the poetry written by stars and jaguars recited by the rain

poetry for every time and place

the grapevine rag

a wags guide to words

my poetry streams out around me like tendrils in ethers

it will fly to you across the internet

a column will change somewhere

and then the poetry unleashed flying out from me here

to you there it wings its way with winged words

juicy austerity i juggle the paradox of our lives

i decide which poem live and die

i in my poem coming through the wires to tell you something

poetry on tap got poetry if you really want it

sexy sad poems about tigers in cities away in a jungle

yes theres buddha theres daddy theres lou lou theres tiger

lonely city where are you with a love so rare and true?

forget the old testament

this is the brand new testimonial

my own arc of the cover-note

see me free the music from my bass and hear me declaim it hear

poems for the future or poems of the colourfast past

dream poem reverie severing real life

beneath the thin veneer of poet i am a peruvian which doctor

and the thousand eyes of the night are fluttering and bugging out

my poems now come to you of their own accord

breeding poetic thoughts in your fertile feverish mind

here as a true poet

here is a true poet hear

hymn to old school new school

the travelling poems of paintings themselves in cognito ergo sum

poetry to baffle you and hassle you and ignore you when you want it

poetry you could have waited for and never heard before

you will love it you will want it you will have to have it!

why why why are you way way way waiting

hot poetry going so cheap i wonder how they can write em for just over a dollar each

wow poetry so good and well made

the beauty and all that stuff will probably never fade

poetry get it now here hear!

 

26 Responses to “poetry downloads! get em here!”

  1. avatar
    Cocoamo | 8 April 2014 at 10:40 pm #

    “leopards in tight spots will cheat a bit”
    Which doctor, eh?
    Clever, my boy, really all of it.

    Still phobic and paranoid about how to make dollars fly across the internet without intervening hackers watching. I know it’s all supposed to be secure, but in reality, it’s not always. We’ve had a thief order $1000 of ITunes with our credit card number, and fortunately Apple caught that they had a different mailing address and notified us…but close call. Had to cancel credit card and get new ones.

    I mean, I have a piece of electrical tape over my computer’s camera lens.

    But, I’m trying to work up the nerve – throw caution to the wind.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  2. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 8 April 2014 at 11:05 pm #

    once again you spoil us! from across the pacific and any other oceans, think of the smiling lilac fairy today whatever you believe or not x 🙂 thanks!

  3. Kraig
    Kraig | 9 April 2014 at 2:57 am #

    “lonely city where are you with a love so rare and true?” – Is in my house all framed and treasured and I see it everyday!

    This is a NICE Box Set too! I’m proud to say i have both the Lonely City painting and poem, ordered when they came out. I get a kick out of these poems, they are great, awesome, surreal, fun, fantastic, interesting, and go along with each painting it describes. Just love that idea bout these sets of painting and poetry! Excellent idea Steve

    So the box set is scarce already? Who would have guessed, got mine! Love these poems and the artwork that goes along with them! I love looking at the painting while listening the poem sometimes. Will always treasure this Steve and thanks for the art and poem! Haha just love this part from the lonely city poem… “your breakfast is a quick piss and a look around”…excellent stuff LOL. Can’t thank you enough for this fine piece of art and poem to go with it. Big Cheers!

    “the lonely city, the one they never put on the map”

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2014 at 12:46 pm #

    Ample rhymes ramble (almost)

  5. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 14 April 2014 at 1:04 am #

    Lilac fairy and fairy god mother flitting from springtime back to autumnal Indian summer summere…. both pleasantly surprised by NY although it’s a big city with its faults like any other we found it very encouraging in the dance and visual arts. But it has been a giant gobstopper in the poetry dept…. who knows how it shall be processed?…

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 19 April 2014 at 10:26 am #

      The Whitney and the BArbizon… Seventh floor facing west

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 April 2014 at 5:47 am #

    There’s no link anywhere? You said “poetry downloads! get em here!” but Where? No link anywhere?

  7. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 17 April 2014 at 9:56 am #

    Purchasing seems to be one thing, all very well, but listening another…. but i do remember hearing Kilbey say loud enough in public for anyone to hear ‘Sam Mayfair doesnt like you’ which may account for lack of codes but why didnt i email and ask? Did yesterday tho i understand you cant just drop everything. Anyway, in answer to Kilbey also saying loud enough in public ‘I just want to thank you for being a nice fan’…. to which i think i just smiled and said goodbye…. i should belatedly say thankyou.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 April 2014 at 11:06 am #

      In that context, ‘fan’ is a four letter word…

  8. avatar
    Cocoamo | 17 April 2014 at 10:20 pm #

    Now it’s beginning to come to me
    Deja vu from somewhere in the periphery.
    Oh, it was before your time, my seven years’ younger brother.
    It was in some twilight zone between the 50s and the 60s,
    There were coffee houses–not coffee shops–where
    Beatniks…nonconformists…existentialists…
    The angry young men and sad young girls
    With hair down to their waists, black leotards, and bare feet
    Tuning in, dropping out,
    Feared and distained by Ozzie and Harriet
    And in the darkened coffee houses, they enthralled with their profundities,
    Punctuated by a bongo drum from some corner of the room.
    And that, my delightful anachronist
    Reminds me a bit of you, or vice versa.
    But you have taken it to a fine art.
    Conjuring such intense feeling with your words, music, and pastels.
    They didn’t know what they were doing.
    After all, it had never been done before.
    Until the tsunami of Beatles et al washed away the Timothy Learys et al
    Suddenly, the poets faded to translucency and then they disappeared,
    As if they were never there.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 17 April 2014 at 10:30 pm #

    7 comments? You people are spoiled.
    If this was 1994, you’d be falling over yourselves to throw big bucks Steve’s way in order to get these poems.

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 18 April 2014 at 9:10 am #

      is you being smart?

      • avatar
        Anonymous | 18 April 2014 at 11:18 am #

        No, just struck by people’s sense of blase entitlement these days. Easy access seems to result in less perceived value. Exasperating.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 18 April 2014 at 3:32 pm #

      I was gainfully employed then. So perhaps yr right. Now what was I doing in ’94?

  10. avatar
    Anonymous Hippopotamus | 18 April 2014 at 11:53 pm #

    What’s UP with ALL these Anonymous commentators lately that don’t have the gonads or balls enough to speak out front with their own identity? Geez people grow a pair!

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 19 April 2014 at 6:31 pm #

      Do we really need to go thru this again. And I probably hav more balls and backbone than some of u men.
      As it is sung ‘I am woman hear me roar …

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 April 2014 at 1:05 am #

    Major Tom heard (downloads are free up there) and the review was stunning

  12. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 19 April 2014 at 7:09 am #

    i thought i cried
    dehydrating tears of salt
    but when i tried to
    dry my eyes
    i realised
    they were balm
    and you had
    annointed me with
    unction
    .

    Sorry steve I didn’t mean to be mean but I thought this was a bit long winded so put it on my page for what it’s worth? Any bucks? Oh $25 wasn’t enough? I am prepared to negotiate. Let me know tho I’m not prepared to go back to teaching geography since I’m untrained in that area oh wait, I’m a year out… not prepared to even think much about that and how it came about. Teaching girls was more my thing I discovered… now exploring and learning much about performing arts, ballet specifically.This is not catered for to a great degree in many schools (although the dept says it caters to all students! lol A home schooling service in a different state is more supportive than here.)Frankly, I think I now would be too outspoken, opinionated and idiosyncratic to fit back into ‘teaching’. Mainstream anyway. But I don’t consider myself a whore(I can’t count) as I once used to think of married women before I was married. I got married in good faith if not complicated circumstances then. Now I have a duty to my children esp the one who is still technically a child.This has actually come to be above money believe it or not. I want to do the best for her while she is in my care. My husband has different bents but ballet is not one of them… anyway… 16 April
    ‘Holiday’

    What is this road?
    What is this plan
    this gamble
    this way
    this idea
    this plane
    this car
    this bus
    this train
    this schedule
    this itinerary
    who is
    this child
    this mother
    who are
    all these ‘others’?
    Only parts of myself
    ourselves
    i was
    destined to discover
    to be reunited with
    momentarily
    some are oblivious
    but I see
    I pretend to not
    I see through
    I see past
    I see future
    sometimes dimly
    sometimes in flashes
    I instantly forget it
    while pretending to remember
    and continuously live it
    moving on and on
    into the previously unknown
    walking past it
    sometimes chance
    makes me return and
    it seems strange I’m lost
    then I’m seen
    I see myself ourselves
    seen and redeemed
    by the firm lessons
    of teachers and or
    by the selfless love of others
    apparently passing smiles
    soon forgotten?
    No. They direct me on
    in the guts
    in the avenues
    in the tunnels
    in the towers
    in the squares
    parks shops
    street
    theatres
    studios
    hotels
    of this new old city
    until
    I gaze through glaze
    at giant birds awaiting
    to carry me on
    or back or forward
    who knows
    I thought I knew so much
    I know everything now
    especially even more intensely
    that I know nothing
    I am open
    I open a book
    for slight fear of this expansion
    I search for security
    and here I find more expansion
    unbearable
    where I am continually confronted
    with myself tho I sought to escape
    the poetry brings tears
    (not necessarily of sorrow)
    the poetry of words
    thoughts feelings experience fact
    i attempt to collect bags
    the travellers look on dumbly
    while I dumbly pretend not to feel or cry.
    Are they animals
    or am I?
    Then I realise it’s not an insult,
    you taught me that.
    I we have so much to learn.
    Return or not return?
    The physical and metaphysical.
    The quizzical.
    Ah your jokes about plane.
    ‘Facts’ remain.
    You pursued me so far
    and yet not…
    beautiful freedom with
    a warmth so close feels seems
    flickering like
    the burning and conserving of energy itself.
    Yet subconsciously known as constant.
    Until… and then…
    You, left and never left
    only unobscured
    via alternately interesting and scenic
    circuitous route.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 19 April 2014 at 11:56 pm #

      Once u get good enough at it… Ie know the fluidity and stresses movements react towards bodies… Concentrate/pay attention to this… It’s important, then as an ind contractor or even volunteer at first, retirement homes to preschoolers and all in Btwn are an open door and they will thank u with smiles… And better posture… And something new to dream about. Kind of a pretty thought to kindness and beauty continued

  13. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 19 April 2014 at 7:12 am #

    Oh and another came to mind…

    No one knows I am a ballerina
    they know I’m a learner
    I may have flashes of brilliance
    in class or perhaps
    seem to be slowly progressing
    but no one knows I was born
    to dance
    self taught the positions
    from an encyclopedia as a toddler
    did lessons in kindergarten
    more as an observer than
    participant
    apparently useless
    evicted
    outside the studio
    though I would glide
    with floating stride
    glow with pride
    dancing inside
    now I’m old
    I know more of technique
    the difficulty of perfecting
    … sweat…
    the conjuring of courage
    the search to free spirit
    truly, almost completely
    yet beget wisdom too
    so now I walk with
    a combination of strength
    and pain
    using my knowledge as therapy
    both inducing and reducing age
    still inwardly
    the ballerina
    floats gloats
    turns burning
    eternal

  14. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 21 April 2014 at 8:18 am #

    Oh at first I th0ught you meant like a physiotherapist but now i’m thinking far more creative and even interactive things… wow! it’s so hard looking after oneself in order to help peeops but I spose one feels more motivated with a goal outside oneself…. hmmm! thanks. Btw sk, I saw this dance on stage in NY by a couple, male and female, dancers from ‘momix’. OMFG! It was ballet, modern dance combined with an eastern influence and yoga. Slow and fluent moves with a lotus motif, spiritual, transcendent, exotic, minimialist yet pretty and erotic too. Shit, I wish you could have seen it. And the physical as well as mental strength of the couple performing not to mention their elegance and outwardly manifested inner beauty. UNBelievable!!!!!!

  15. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 1 May 2014 at 6:28 am #

    Without being rude of course… sk you may have given me the bum steer here dear you little devil.


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