posted on September 20, 2007 at 12:36 am

in harridans black hall
where father and kathy were waiting
while ugly snouts sniffed outside
quickly they shouted in the gathering wind
and the whole house felt like it was crying
hurry they called through the widening gap
and i at last jumped for all i was worth
as the night crashed through the hole
let me tell you they were laughing
on the otherside
kathy was holding fathers hand
and father said
sit down here son… we’re still moving
the night moved within songs we sang then
kathy turned to me as she sang and she smiled
and oh her smile sang another song
and father held us tightly as we hurtled headlong
where is it we’re going father i asked
but kathy said ssshh
and father concentrated as hard as he could
because everything was changing he said
everytime i come back he murmured
and kathy just kept singing and singing
are we still moving i shouted above the stillpoint
father had closed his eyes
he was having a lay down i think
dont touch him said kathy
or he’ll wake up i said
she nodded solemnly and yawned herself
im terribly sleepy she said
no kathy i said
no you mustnt go to sleep as well
dont be silly she said as she closed her eyes
and left me there all alone
it seemed like i was on my own again now
i sat there feeling so sorry for myself
i sat there choking on my sobs
as father and kathy slept
i hate this if its a dream i shouted to the dark sky
but if it heard it did not answer
and if it answered then i did not hear it
green life was germinating around all the corners
the night was no longer black
i perceived it to be a deep violet
with crimson veins running through it like skin
i realized that it moved and stretched like a fabric
the stars which i had thought to be white
were revealed in pale yellows and vague reds
the morning cannot be faraway i heard myself think
and i wondered what kathy was dreaming of
i soon became aware of the earth
as it rotated in space somewhere
how its light travels to us from the lightless regions
how the moon can be seen in every pool
how the reflection dazzled me when i was there
and the inevitable glow of childhood
illuminating almost every corner of space
how the dust danced in the morning sun
i started to sing the song again
that lovely song kathy had been singing
and its words gave me a kind of strength
and its melody uplifted my flagging spirit
the otherwordly night in its own light
the churning feeling of the voyage
the celestial beings who sang along with me
in the marvellous distance

33 Responses to “root of star”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 1:46 am #

    Made me think of Pullman’s The Golden Compass and then Narnia The Magician’s Nephew.

    How those books will be killed in the process of making a film.

    :-\

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 2:20 am #

    thanks for the ride…..-

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 2:22 am #

    such imagery in your words. I really appreciate it. Your mind takes people places. Im thankful this blog is here.
    Claude
    Galveston TX

  4. avatar
    syrinx | 20 September 2007 at 2:40 am #

    “but if it heard it did not answer
    and if it answered then i did not
    hear it”

    wonderful dreamstuff blog to read and end the day on. oh! makes me think of A Wrinkle In Time.

    thank you. 🙂

  5. avatar
    fucked up | 20 September 2007 at 2:46 am #

    nice one killer…

  6. avatar
    the dean | 20 September 2007 at 3:10 am #

    who is kathy?

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 3:12 am #

    Wow

    Kittykatxxx

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 3:16 am #

    Kathy is Steve’s femine side – a familar muse.

  9. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 20 September 2007 at 3:30 am #

    Far Out !!!! Gave me flasbacks of reading Gerard De Nerval’s mystifying and Mystical” Aurelia” (dream and life). He was a precurser to Proust, Breton and Artaud. Symbolism and surrealism swirling into the precipice of either spiritual conciliation or the purgatory hovering one story over psychological abberation.

  10. avatar
    Leelinau | 20 September 2007 at 4:23 am #

    please stay

    ^_^

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 4:23 am #

    sounds as though you are actually pretty happy with yourself at the moment SK!..pain killer must have served its purpose…hope you make a fortune out of it….bleed it for all its worth,hey? nice writing by the way…

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 5:49 am #

    must be trouble in the panthers heaven

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 7:11 am #

    don’t let her go, again.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 7:23 am #

    #12 n #13…please stop it? x

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 11:25 am #

    dont give up girl.listen to the music.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 11:31 am #

    I think this should be onthe next Mimesis album:) Oh yeah, whattabout THE Mimesis gig ssssssssk?????
    ‘Til tomorrow then, love Amanda

  17. avatar
    fantasticandy | 20 September 2007 at 12:07 pm #

    what an expansive imagination!
    such eloquence.
    so kilbeyesque.
    luv,
    andy L

  18. avatar
    pulpboy | 20 September 2007 at 12:08 pm #

    How much Clark Ashton Smith did you read in the 70s, Stevo ?!

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 1:20 pm #

    Oh.

  20. avatar
    CSTCoach | 20 September 2007 at 1:40 pm #

    Beautiful imagery. It floats.

    Great news yestaday re: the new album and tour. Would love to plan a trip to oz coinciding with some choich shows.

    yesterday was a wondeful memory blog, too. i remember 16 well. i’d been listening to the choich for about a year. had several innocent experiences of 1st love, and not so innocent ones. in trouble a lot at school, but for fun things that would make great stories later. hung with the cool kids, but apart from one earlier year i wasn’t mean – martial arts had mellowed my spite because i didn’t have anything more to prove, and so i could be kind to others. worked at a gas station with several of my friends, in hindsight perhaps the best job i ever had.

    ahh… the innocence of those times. summer nights, the smell of the warmth as it evaporated from the earth, cool evenings, and clammy sticky ones…

    thanks for bringing that back.

    ryan

  21. avatar
    John Garratt | 20 September 2007 at 2:43 pm #

    “i soon became aware of the earth
    as it rotated in space somewhere”

    I remember my dad telling me that when he first learned of the earth’s rotation, he thought he had the ability to blow up a balloon with helium, grab onto it tight, and hang in the air for a while so that the earth will rotate and give him a different landing spot.

    John Garratt

  22. avatar
    Cee | 20 September 2007 at 4:16 pm #

    spirit in the sky

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 4:30 pm #

    Best job I ever had?
    The one I’ve got now – I’m a professional archaeologist.
    Not bad for the son of a Yorkshire coal miner and a toilet cleaner, I sez.

  24. avatar
    davem | 20 September 2007 at 6:24 pm #

    You told us on Tuesday that you write this blog live. Well, I love you (and I hate you just a tiny bit) ‘cos your imagery is just fantastic. If that pours out immediately you are an even bigger genius than I’ve suspected all these years. No wonder you’ve got a big ego.
    Brilliant. Ta!
    xx

  25. avatar
    davem | 20 September 2007 at 8:04 pm #

    It’s very quiet tonight. I’m going to go and play The Slow Crack really loudly and wake everyone up.

  26. avatar
    verdelay | 20 September 2007 at 9:46 pm #

    Now that’s some creepy shit right there.

  27. avatar
    isolde | 20 September 2007 at 10:16 pm #

    ana kata
    xxxx

  28. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 September 2007 at 10:18 pm #

    Hi ttb, how are u today? Just wondering if you could give us fiendsss some “inside info” about what you and jlk are up to…just itching to know, now that you’ve dangled the carrot….again!!!!!
    Have a beautiful day sk.
    Love Amanda

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 September 2007 at 12:11 am #

    Kilbey,I took care of the most incredible human being last night.A mutual friend.She cant talk.She just stammers.Like she needed any more pain.She might be forgiving,but I will never.You are an ankle.Work that out.It means that you are lower than a C.

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 September 2007 at 1:13 am #

    Steve, ‘Root of Star’ is brilliant to me…it sent me inward to my depths and to the heavens simultaneously. Once again, I’m curious to see what you’d paint and orchestrate to this.

    This makes me wonder what music you made at the time you lost your father. I feel like listening to Richard Butlers’ solo tribute to his Dad.

    A&A

  31. avatar
    Min svävare är full med ål | 21 September 2007 at 1:24 am #

    i’ve never left
    you

    though my
    house

    is full of
    dust

    litterally my
    house

    i’m breaking into
    the other side

    so funny just today
    i did that

    old house 1890s
    just purchased

    no elec or h20
    since

    1960s
    dust settles

    and at night i
    write

    reasearch the ancient
    ones

    all their history
    and

    possible meanings
    that

    could mean
    anything

    today, here and
    now

    there is so much more
    to say

    i think of you
    everyday

    ovmem

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 September 2007 at 4:16 am #

    ?

  33. avatar
    lily was here | 22 September 2007 at 7:01 am #

    what was the song? what was the song?


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