posted on March 30, 2008 at 9:23 am

things expand as they get warmer
matter compressed until it moves inward
the stones talk to me
down by the seashore
when vishnu says everything is connected
he means everything
he doesnt mean except the rocks
or except the cows and pigs and sheep
or except these guys n those guys
so i say again
the stones i hold in my hand
a whole beach of stones
clean mineral spirit
it vibrates so slowly
so heavy it has no consciousness our “science” can measure
two heart shape stones
carrying in the weird night
night of screams
night of probes
night of disappearance
night of sickness and anxiety
night catches me out running
lost lost lost
i am erskine again
that poor old magician
with his cloak and his wand
crying out to the unfamiliar stars
stones comfort me i command them
time being stilled
a hush upon both worlds
the waves congealed as they crashed
the moon waxed green and seasick
the clouds crashed into each other with audible screams
the treespirits huddled deep in the wood
down in the tangled bramble
moving along the vines like telegraph lines
like music gushing from a trumpet
like messages from the front
i duck and fight my invisible assailants
the stones in my hands guide my fists in the darkness
a crows horrible groan
something sinks its filthy teeth into me
you fucking bastard i say as bring the largest stone down
on its hideous head
its blood stinks to high heaving
the evil rotten thing
the moon shines for a second
i see with horror i have bashed my doppelganger senseless
erskine has bashed me senseless
i am bitten as i lash out wildly
the plants swim around me like eels
i know i am awake this can be no dream
i walk towards the nearest light
i limp like a dog licking my wounds
i am the animal i fear most
the stones pulse in my clawed hands
the humans hunt me down
the aliens chase me down
the lions and tigers eat me up
the cute fishies nibble at my gills
i dont want to end up in this tank
my filter has clogged up
nothing getting through
the stones talk with each other
they speak slow
a hundred years per word
my impatience is inflamed
infrared stones
see everything
do nothing
at all

19 Responses to “redirectable”

  1. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 30 March 2008 at 9:56 am #

    a beautiful but disturbing piece of writing…an interesting image of self-destruction, most people destroy themselves in far slower and more insidious ways…
    love always…

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 March 2008 at 10:32 am #

    david sylvian on the ipod slowly goes under water

  3. avatar
    Ross B | 30 March 2008 at 10:35 am #


    dead of mourning…

    one must pass through the psychic double
    with all its horrific apparitions and demonised appearances
    that are of the human psyche
    created by all who have ever lived
    on Earth
    and taken responsibility for
    by each individual man and woman
    born into a baby body
    the start of life
    not the beginning…

    to realise the calm after the storm
    the death
    of ‘personalised’ self
    all is one
    all is love
    all is God
    whatever that may be

    Love to All

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 March 2008 at 10:43 am #

    Steve, thank you for your music. Sorry that you should have to worry about material things. Everyone here, whether they actually write it or not, believes you should be worrying more about where to put your last award…… I have a young family and live day to day, just trying to do the best I can for them and constantly failing. I would happily join the $100 idea. A small amount to pay back for all you have given me.

  5. avatar
    isolde | 30 March 2008 at 11:49 am #

    Under the Milky Way was part of the soundtrack for East of Everything on ABC 1 this evening

    watch the episode online and see beautiful Byron Bay

  6. avatar
    blackeyes | 30 March 2008 at 1:42 pm #

    you are so nice anony 9:43. some warmest words i’ve ever heard.

    Please think it through and tell us what we can do for the club, mr.kilbey.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 March 2008 at 1:53 pm #

    the human heart
    a hunter of peace
    redirect your art
    may your song have new lease


  8. avatar
    Emily Teechen | 30 March 2008 at 3:07 pm #

    So real, so prescient, like living tarot

  9. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 30 March 2008 at 3:13 pm #

    Just read in a Danish newspaper that Canada will slaughter another 275.000 seals for fur. It saddens med so. And it breaks my heart.

  10. avatar
    Anne Marie: | 30 March 2008 at 3:54 pm #

    Before ‘The Matrix’ Kilbey gave us Erskine.

    I love this piece of writing. Reading it made me realize how much I miss that enigmatic magician.

    “the stones talk with each other
    they speak slow
    a hundred years per word”

    Brilliant, sk, bloody brilliant.

  11. avatar
    davem | 30 March 2008 at 4:25 pm #

    That bloody crow.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 30 March 2008 at 7:26 pm #

    a loving vigil at the fence…never a fleeting thought or visit,….always a loving vigil .x

  13. avatar
    fantasticandy | 30 March 2008 at 7:45 pm #

    i’m beginning to warm to this idea that nothing is really inert,
    the pumpkins doing a church cover?,
    no surprise at all!
    good though innit!

  14. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 30 March 2008 at 8:03 pm #

    Very happy to read about Eddie Vedder’s remarks. The monstrous seal hunt has commenced in Canada. Vishnu and Shiva would be outraged.

    Man’s mistreatment of the animal kingdom will never cease. I will always be indebted to Macca, Chrissie Hynde, Morrissey and Moby for speaking out against animal abuse. Steve Kilbey’s performances at Vegan and Cruelty Free Living festivals also merit plaudits.

    Was at a great party last night that was marred by a DVD featuring Angus and the Codger in the hat. AC/DC must appeal to peoples ids.

  15. avatar
    the dean | 31 March 2008 at 12:26 am #

    UTMW acoustic version featured in the ABC drama “East of Everything”. that tune has more life than the stones.

  16. avatar
    johnny erskine | 31 March 2008 at 2:19 am #

    stoned first
    second music

  17. avatar
    Dinosaur Swamp | 31 March 2008 at 3:00 pm #

    UTMW – how many lives has that song? There seems to be no end to the transformations it can do and still stay elegant and timeless like a Deitrich salon song from the end of the last crystal ballroom at the end of the last universe (just turn right – avoid the broom closet, it’s a doozy). The mystic rainbow one always seeks in co-writing, performed by the most perfect and seductive band. MacArthur Park is melting in the dark, all the sweet green icing flowing down. Good one KJ, SK, Church. Sounded stunning yet again.

  18. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 31 March 2008 at 3:06 pm #

    “I am the animal I fear most” That’s gonna stick to the roof of my brane like peanut butter.

  19. avatar
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