posted on February 19, 2008 at 1:06 am

re uptake
greenwater swirl down
pastel drags across paper
manifested love
love infested man
photo shoot today
kids chatter chatter
bus changes gear in the distance
hash totalled
singersong
drive bridge accelerate
listen to islands of the dead
let me take you to firefestival
smoke and ash
laughter in the air
sweet laughter
hereafter
everafter
in the islands of the dead
thoughts flick on n off
the paintings…still out there
elli n minna in high school
eve n aurora in primary
scarlet kilbey sleeps and dreams
shes in greece at a gathering of the worshippers of apollo
go woofle go
shes a mythchild
her eyes are aegean blue
in her dreams she dances with fauns
she sings utterly forlorn but beautiful words
in some unknown lingo
she drinks red wine and laughs out loud
she marks out the seasons
she colours the flowers
she presses the grape
she conceives a heroic son
who drinks moonblood and
fights outside the walls of troy
scarlet queen in silver chariot
calling to her son from the fray
her ringlets and curls flying in the wind
natalie sleeps and dreams shes 4 years old
on holiday with her grandparents
shes safe and warm in the back of the car
as she hears them nattering away up front
they stop at a motel
and she has a swim in the pool
she makes friends with a dog
she watches tv in their little room
outside its sultry
in the dream
in north bondi
a woman from the paper rings up
and we do and interview
steve…?
yes
whats it like to die?
it will be a sweet release, child
steve…?
yes
will everything be ok?
ah, how could it not….
we are all actors
when this play is done….
but steve i dont want my play to end…
no none us do so we must learn to let go
let go let go let go
think it do it
let go of that lump in your throat
let go of those tears in your eyes
let go of the life you had led
steve….?
yes
im alone and frightened
ah yes childe
the human condition
so alone
alone we go into the unknown
without maps or gimmicks or self defence
trusting it will all work out
the woman hangs up
from my window i see the opera house
as it sinks in the harbour
the towers all opening and closing
the hydrofoils mount the land and hump the earth
the shops retail spirits
all the “straights” in the big end of town
are busy schmoozing backbiting and jostling
i had a hundred bucks once…gee what colour was it
mum and dad have stopped in cooma cos russ got carsick
i told you boys not to eat all those bloody chocolate biscuits
snarls my mother
dads worried about the carpet in the back of the car
watching in the rearview
he winces everytime russell heaves
the miserable kid is clutching his guts and retching
it occurs to me how much braver russell is than me
he never complained of feeling sick
he just sat up and cast up his accounts
me…i woulda complained all the way from jindabyne
till i finally did it
and then i woulda been all fragile the rest of the day
russell finishes vomiting and carries on as if nothing happened
up the front mum n dad argue over the carpet
and who gave out the biscuits in the first place
meanwhile in 1990
a horrible brassy old strumpet writing for an english rag
who fancies marty but hates me
writes a very nasty article that sinks the ss church in blighty
grunge comes along
followed by boy bands
followed by emo
and lollapalooza
and mr white knocked at my door
ohh mr white
you were such a good friend then you hurted me good
and in north bondi they build a duplex in the fifties
and on sultry days a mad woman living there
peers into the future
she sees a brown n freckled medium man
in his late middle age maybe
its hard to say
and hes typing at a little white oblong thing
with a screen
and he listens to strange music
from a white shoebox looking thing
and his room has a picture of a silk screened buddha
gold he shines beneath the bodhi tree
the leaves and mountains gold tinged
his silver halo radiates around his holy head
the end to suffering
wanting is suffering
desire is suffering
or leads to suffering
be content whispers buddha
everythings ok
is everything ok now? dad asks as he drives
yes everythings ok we say
the radio plays apache by the shadows
or is it shadow by the apaches
everything in flux
everything constantly changing
learn to love it
love to learn it
soft rain gently falling outside
soothes the hot surfers
the hot surface
the path is clear
neptune arises
scarlet whirls like a dervish
a machine powers down
the day drones on
and on

24 Responses to “reverie”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 February 2008 at 2:47 am #

    Beautiful piece of work…

  2. avatar
    Olde Amps | 19 February 2008 at 2:49 am #

    SK…that was just sublime…life in a beautifully worded nutshell…you are one gifted poet. Thank you.

    Olde Amps
    x

  3. avatar
    heather | 19 February 2008 at 3:42 am #

    beautiful, yes
    tear-brimmingly-stingingly tender..
    exquisite

    xkittykat

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 February 2008 at 3:42 am #

    Boy bands.
    Grunge.
    Whatever.
    You’re still here.
    They’re not.
    Walk tall and sing proud Mr. Kilbey.
    You and the boys are still the very best.

    Mark
    Tampa, Fl

  5. avatar
    Wil-O | 19 February 2008 at 3:44 am #

    ahhh, The Triffids. Your reverie reminds me of an EP called, not surprisingly, Reverie. David McComb at his naive sweetest. Swoon.

    love
    Wil-O

  6. avatar
    the dean | 19 February 2008 at 3:51 am #

    a brief history of time, sometime

  7. avatar
    linjo | 19 February 2008 at 3:53 am #

    Poignant, teary. How do you say to someone fearful of death, let go, its ok, stop fighting, be peaceful, accept.
    Linda x

  8. avatar
    Sunshine | 19 February 2008 at 5:08 am #

    “everything constantly changing
    learn to love it
    love to learn it”

    Someone once said that the only constant in life is change (or something similar, in so many words).

    ~Sunshine

  9. avatar
    triantelope | 19 February 2008 at 6:02 am #

    that was a good one…

  10. avatar
    Athanasius Pernath | 19 February 2008 at 8:43 am #

    that was a pure masterpiece….impressions bundled, a writer begins sketching and scribbling…a bus changes gear in the distance..and the writer is changing gears, taking us back and forth in time…from sydney to neptun and back…opens a hundred little windows for me…

    be content whispers buddha
    everythings ok
    is everything ok now? dad asks as he drives
    yes everythings ok we say

    that made me almost stumble. the simplicity of genius.

    the comforting of a child….having to be a firm groundwork for her, when you are always swaying and stumbling, too…and in the end,
    it’s
    gonna
    be
    good…

    thank you.

  11. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 19 February 2008 at 11:13 am #

    yep, dying…the big equaliser…stunningly poignant, steve…
    i don’t know if you’ve ever been anywhere that’s semi- desert/desert when it has started to rain after a long, hot, dry, dusty day, but the fragrance of the breeze coming off that rain is the most astounding thing that you could ever smell…smells like life and renewal and the air opening up to drink in the moisture and sweet lush coolness…
    love always…

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 February 2008 at 11:23 am #

    this stuff is deeply appreciated by all

  13. avatar
    cita | 19 February 2008 at 11:39 am #

    Everything will be alright.

  14. avatar
    12str | 19 February 2008 at 12:59 pm #

    bless you killa!

    Pat

  15. avatar
    fantasticandy | 19 February 2008 at 1:03 pm #

    i spend an awful lot of time on neptune!
    one day i’d love to bring neptune to sydney.
    a couple of weeks at spacejunk would be just the ticket…
    for now though..
    i have to travel by thought.
    luv,
    andy L.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 February 2008 at 2:09 pm #

    That was a fucking killer Be Bop Deluxe reference, Kilbey. Nice.

  17. avatar
    CSTCoach | 19 February 2008 at 3:03 pm #

    i love this sorta thing. an interwoven tapestry of memory, dream, myth, imagining. it breathes a gentle melancholy that speaks to the heart of life. To fragility. To temporariness.

  18. avatar
    melissa | 19 February 2008 at 3:47 pm #

    ‘be content whispers buddha
    everythings ok
    is everything ok now? dad asks as he drives
    yes everythings ok we say’

    this bought a few tears to my eyes .. very beautiful and poignant read this evening.

    Thankyou SK 🙂
    x

  19. avatar
    Bonnie @ AZhttp | 19 February 2008 at 4:07 pm #

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    Thank you,

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  20. avatar
    John | 19 February 2008 at 5:28 pm #

    Beautiful blog today. One of the best (ever) in my opinion.

    It got me to thinking about fear of death and what I have learned…

    There are only 2 possible outcomes of death:

    1) Non-existence, or
    2) Continued existence

    We have all already experienced non-existence before we were born. Nothing to fear there as we have all already been through it.

    Continued existence is the great unknown. What do we become or what do we go back to? But, continued existence after death is certainly nothing to fear, after all it’s what we all want, right?

    So what is there to fear in death? Absolutely nothing. The real thing to fear is quality of life.

    John

  21. avatar
    daydreamer | 19 February 2008 at 5:51 pm #

    Another beautiful piece. You are truly blessed. You know that, right?

    love,
    Sandy

  22. avatar
    davem | 19 February 2008 at 6:14 pm #

    One of your best gaffer.
    Sorry about the paintings….still got it all crossed for you.
    I never liked grunge, but there are lots of reasons in my humble opinion why you never really cracked blighty. You touch on it on the new dvd, in 82 England was all but conquered – yon Church was all people were talking about in that autumn/winter up to early 83. You’ve still got one hell of a career going though. You’ve hit the heights and plumbed the depths but you’re still creating magic…..People all over the world looking forward to your next release(s).
    Me more than most!!
    xx

  23. avatar
    Curly | 19 February 2008 at 6:25 pm #

    That was beautiful Mr.K. And I agree with the poster that says people all over the world are looking forward to your next release. There are still genuine people who absorb things Steve. Your writing and music are things that these type of people cling to. It is divine the world has souls with creativity and depth such as yours. You can’t imagine how it gets some people through these shallow days.

  24. avatar
    Ethereal Butterfly | 19 February 2008 at 8:49 pm #

    Would love to see this as a painting; a montage of colours, moods, people, time – past & present, shifts in perspective – it has the poignancy of the personal present moment & the detachment of a wise storyteller. Indeed magical……….

    Heather


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