posted on August 14, 2010 at 6:08 pm

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saturday night by the sea

the specific ocean

the briny depths

people roll in in waves

coming in for the night life

the night clubs (in spades)

the cafes n eateries

cashed up revved up

saturday night by the sea

families from the west lie about on the lawns

whales appear out near the horizon

cars cruise up n down neptune blvde

my falcon snorts and dives into the valley

the apartments blur by with names like seabreezes

and thetis court

and new hastings house

and the pubs open up the booze and verily it doth flow, my man

ten thousand pissed yobbos heads full of victoria bitter

and girlfriends sipping wight whine

and the high heels clacking down the footpath

waiters scurrying around with menus and wo-menus

and kids suck down vanilla milkshakes n bottles of coke

and the sea gulls come in for a showdown with the mynah birds

and the pigeons go round n round in the teaming air

and the cops jump in n out of their cars outside the station

could be a big night , constable griffiths

could be a long one, constable jones

iffy guys in tracksuits on their mobiles arranging pickup n delivery

i told ya no more credit…!  one em hisses into his phone

bouncers roll up their sleeves

tattoos abound

cigarettes and aftershave

complaining kids

dudes on their skateboards charging thru the crowds

a thousand ipods a’blasting

a thousand fingers a’texting

a thousand ring tones filling the air

surfers run along in their rubbery wetsuits

hoons in their lowered nissan skylines flood into the intersections

parties kick into life hesitantly at first

the crescent moon hangs there in the sky

sunset turns to a dirty polluted orange

people buy chocolate n energy drinks from the convenience stores

money changes hands

people kiss

people curse

people all alone

crazy lost souls stumble loose out amongst it all

a tentative spring seems to be arriving but its still a little chilly

my kids are s’posed to be cleaning up their room

nothing much happ’ning tho

they do anything to avoid picking their stuff up

my kitchen table is covered in plastic giraffes and books n hairbrushes

cameras fruit headphones dental floss

salt n pepper

pencils n pens n computer paraphenalia

the dishes have been done

the light begins to fade

i gotta learn my lines for the play

i feel kinda cold but then i always do

i feel a bit melancholy but then i always do

i feel a bit alone/aloof/ out of all the loops

i feel like i am not the only one

who feels like the only one

the sky turns pale violet

a plane comes in right over our roof

the birds still calling

as night is falling

its twenty to six

the kids make so much fucking noise i move into my bedroom to finish off my blogge

i keep saying ssshhhh! but they aint taking any notice

in my room its messy as per usual

clothes n books n stuff strewn about

i gotta learn my lines

i gotta know em off by heart

i gotta do some work but i feel disturbed but i always do

wish i felt safe

wish i felt warm

wish i could stop wishing for things

ooh sorry i ruffled all those feathers before

cant stand it when everyone gets angry with me

somedays ya cant pull a trick

shoulda been a monk somewhere tending to my roses

shoulda been a lighthouse keeper alone in the darkness of some bleak coast

shoulda been a long distance runner pumped up on endorphins

shoulda been a popstar surrounded by adoration ha ha

anyway i guess this is enough

my widget word counter says i typed over 600 words so there you go

its sat’day nite by the sea

its bloody bondi beach, aint it…?

yeah sure

yeah thar she blows

yeah cool

yeah ok

nighty night

32 Responses to “saturday night by the sea”

  1. avatar
    Michael | 14 August 2010 at 7:19 pm #

    Glad it went well Steve. I’m wondering if you have experienced any Australian Aboriginal traditional healing or medicines? Duboisia is a very interesting plant used for spirtual/medicincal healing. This one I have tried and can recommend. There are two types, one is used regularly in smoking cermonies (cleansing of bad spirits type of thing) and can be chewed/used like tobacco. The other is more akin to the Ayahuasca experience (without the vomiting), a brew is femented in the trunk of the tree and drunk. Joseph Banks writes about his experience meeting these “cheerful” young Aboriginal warriors somewhere around what is now Sydney harbour, and notes they were chewing some sort of native tobacco and kept smiling. Can you imagine what those fellas must of thought of old joseph! By the way before people start getting worried, some of you will have been given Duboisia in Westernised form, as a pill or injection for a range of reasons – none of which involved getting you stoned, intentionally anyway.

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    DavidP | 14 August 2010 at 7:56 pm #

    oh no love, you’re not alone

    ha ha, got to laugh
    kids not obeying dad by cleaning up their room
    whilst dads room is a mess also
    its good to treat the bedroom like you would a temple
    not that im always doing that myself
    but there seems to be some truth to
    tidy room, tidy mind
    it helps in getting those mystical experiences

    i don’t think folks here were angry with you
    just voicing what concerns they had
    whether they were unfounded concerns or not i dunno

    oh no steve you are not alone in seeking what you seek
    we just gotta see the stuff that’s in the way of reaching to that
    and work to overcome it
    as all the awakened ones always say
    “know thyself”

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      DavidP | 15 August 2010 at 4:35 pm #

      btw sk, i meant that as laughing at the situation
      not you as a person

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    Karen | 14 August 2010 at 8:14 pm #

    My son drives a nissan skyline but he has told me he’s going to sell it because he needs a ute he’s a carpenter joiner apprentice hes all grown up ..aww.

    when my kids were younger Id be engrossed on some shyte on the computer my daughter would say “can I have a go? and Id say yeah In a minute… then she’d say “can I have a goat?” and I said ok sure… shes still cheeky

    I went out with Handsome drug addict from Fairlight once back in my Ive just left my X days … he had great views

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    cazziem | 14 August 2010 at 8:43 pm #

    Saturday night by the sea……….
    Beautiful! For me it’s the perfect place to be even with the goons you describe. One of my favourite pastimes is people watching.

    It supposed to be summer here in Blightly, but I had to turn my heating on this morning, so I guess the weather’s pretty much the same on both sides of the hemisphere?

    The only thing that would improve Saturday night by the sea for me would be Saturday night by the sea in a storm.

    Good luck with the lines, believe in yourself SK, you know you can do it. But first you need to stop telling yourself you can’t!!!

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    hellbound heart | 14 August 2010 at 9:11 pm #

    have been to bondi a few times and remember the constant flow of people from all walks of life, the high road and the lowest of low roads……
    you’re not the only one who has offspring experiencing selective deafness…..”GRACE, ARE YOU DEAF!?”…..well, i know she’s not, she’s had her hearing checked…….funny i can murmur something about getting hot chips for dinner and all of a sudden i have ol’ radar-ears in my face……

    love always……..

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    Wilfred Paradise | 14 August 2010 at 10:47 pm #

    i want to jump in the endless sea . . . feel it wash all over me. ya, ya, man.

    ah, ah.

    om, om.

    long live the freakish kilbey. (want more videos man)

    Wilfred Paradise

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    Freddie | 14 August 2010 at 10:48 pm #

    I wish a tentative fall would arrive here. This isn’t just yer ordinary hotness.
    Enjoyed reading your blog today but a Saturday evening in Bondi sounds a bit too busy to my liking.
    I think I ‘d like to be a monk somewhere tending my roses too. The world sees too harried and brutal sometimes.
    I never watch the news.

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    Cedgie | 14 August 2010 at 10:58 pm #

    I fear that I must have become a recluse, a hermit because when I think of all those people you describe basking in that busy nightlife I can only think of David Bowie’s ‘I’m afraid of Americans’! I left ‘city livin’ last millenium. Tonight here in my little hut in backwater hillbilly hicksville S.A. 5277, I can only hear the wind rustling the leaves in the trees outside my window & the click clack of the bamboo chimes in my apple orchard, no cars, no neighbours. The only human made sound I can hear is the faint sound of my teenage son playing his guitar in the next room (he doesn’t want to clean his room either)! I hate tidying mine too. Thats just me. I am a horder & my clutter comforts me & exasperates me. I dont like throwing things out. I guess people must think that I must have separation anxiety? I like making new things with broken old things. Im an artist. I make money by selling recycled junk. Give me a stick & I’ll make you a tree. It’s something I cant control but it’s something I can control. By the way, I’m not mad atchya sk, nitey nite

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    lily was here | 14 August 2010 at 11:12 pm #

    Lonely Spirit 3 – To be safe, oh yes, and among friends. Thats our deep desire in life. Always thought you’d be in safe hands with Gary, his presence is so calm and reassuring. Glad to read you both had a positive experience the other night. Your mind sounds so full of traffic, needs to pull over into the slow lane?
    love xox
    ps learning lines, i hear that one of the best ways is to physically act out your part, in full character, using props if possible
    pss I hear that your SpicksNSpecks appearance is this Wed night on ABC1!

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    lily was here | 14 August 2010 at 11:27 pm #

    ps my kids rooms was their sanctuary. I let them live amongst their mess of toys and junk – as long as they respected the rest of the house! Thru’ sheer luck or not, they both turned out to like clean chaos

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    eekie | 14 August 2010 at 11:34 pm #

    Yikes! Saturday night by the sea sounds like hell to me. Then again I’m pretty sure any day there would be hellish for me — far too busy and far too many people. Don’t get me wrong — I like people. Just in limited quantities and at some distance.
    .
    “my kids are s’posed to be cleaning up their room
    nothing much happ’ning tho
    they do anything to avoid picking their stuff up
    .
    I think that’s a rule in the kid handbook. It was in my edition anyway. And isn’t there a saying: An empty desk is a sign of an empty mind? Or is it the other way around? I can never remember. If it’s the first I like it. 🙂 If it’s the second I don’t. >:(
    .
    (I hate that comments get all squished together, even when I put in spaces. Hence the . between some lines.)

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      Richard | 15 August 2010 at 10:17 am #

      .
      .
      nice idea eekie
      .
      thanks from another formatting junkie

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    Richard | 14 August 2010 at 11:40 pm #

    I can understand you would wish to be warm
    but ‘safe’ surprises me
    nothing much about you has ever seemed safe
    do you think you could be safe
    and happy at the same time?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 15 August 2010 at 12:11 am #

    Great blog…very discriptive visions. Sounds like an incredible place to live, yet may be a bit crazy to get any work done. oh and those loud F-in kids (that made me laugh…my kids are crazy loud also). Enjoy ur weekend and try and find something fun for ur self to do.

    As always,
    BrokenToysAndHeros

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    matthew | 15 August 2010 at 12:14 am #

    Maaaaaate… be kind to yourself, ok? Screw it when “everyone” gets angry with you. Wishing you all the safety & warmth you need man. It’s what you deserve. It’s what we all deserve.

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    evilren | 15 August 2010 at 12:23 am #

    I always tell myself I shoulda became a monk. It’s amazing how you live in such a bustling area
    yet can be so detached. As I get older I find myself becoming more of a hermit. If I have the whole
    universe in my hand why should I concern myself with the outside world. Is it the wind moving the
    trees or is mind moving it? I still want to live by the ocean though, it seems the place for me.
    Take care Steve,

    Ren

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    veleska1970 | 15 August 2010 at 2:38 am #

    you describe city life so eloquently and exactly dead-on….i’m born and raised in the city and can’t imagine what it’s like to live anywhere else.

    “i keep saying ssshhhh! but they aint taking any notice”
    i have to laugh at hh’s comment about “selective deafness”. mine has that as well as what i call convenient amnesia. 🙂

    lotza love….

  17. avatar
    M E M | 15 August 2010 at 2:55 am #

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  18. avatar
    echo | 15 August 2010 at 3:20 am #

    strugglin’ fools
    fingerin’ junk and jewels
    never havin’ enough
    …until the next software upgrade!

  19. avatar
    andy | 15 August 2010 at 3:46 am #

    a mundane situation to most…..yet as usual, due to your talents, it becomes hugely interesting.
    cool.

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    Name | 15 August 2010 at 3:56 am #

    pretty nights with all going on over and over at the coasts. If you’re lucky: walking around boardwalks/promenades you get to find one of those beautiful stories in the middle of it all — they’ve always been there and each story is forever — a young man and a pretty girl meeting by accident at an ocean; him with his friends/her just passing through. Lightening struck (you can see it btwn them) and they spend whatever time they have together before the evening’s done, their lives call them back, and they walk away… they were the ones the stars chose (that night)to keep the story going.

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      Donna | 15 August 2010 at 1:51 pm #

      My brother-in-law was renting a house with his friends at the Jersey Shore. Lo and behold, a bunch of girls were renting the house next door! That’s how my brother-in-law Tom met his wife, Emily!

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        Name | 17 August 2010 at 3:53 am #

        That made me smile. It’s a love story that is timeless… they are lucky. (Barcelona – late 70’s still a teen — long story — but everytime I hear/see what you told of, I think back and then hope forward that he is still wonderful and found someone — like your brother in law did — that he could have forever.)

        Also – another of your posts: I got to witness snow on the beach for the first time in Ocean City Maryland years ago when I lived out that way (in DC)… was magic and I think I still have a photo of the snowman my son and I built the next morning. We didn’t have a hat to give him, so we sprinkled his head with crumbs… for the Seagull, so he wouldn’t be all alone when we left. Pretty place: the Eastern Seaside!

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          Donna | 19 August 2010 at 1:54 pm #

          I agree! I love the beaches, I live for summer! Next year, it’s the Outer Banks…can’t wait!

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    isolde | 15 August 2010 at 8:09 am #

    good morning skillbee.wpenguin.com
    my sister used to go around the house picking up all my stuff strewn about and dump it on my bed
    eventually I learnt to be tidy although it did take several decades
    could be a good game for the kids set a time limit and prize for the fastest picker upper then the fastest putter awayer

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    John f | 15 August 2010 at 12:04 pm #

    Man Steve I see the future through you

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    Name | 15 August 2010 at 1:01 pm #

    We used to like a game I called, “statue.” It started being a favorite with my son and his friends during long enduring car journeys… sometimes we played it in restaurants too. It’d only fun until they’re about 8 or 9 and takes a couple rolls of nickles to play — if you up the prize to a quarter, you can squeeze the fun out to 10 or 11 yrs; after that, there’s need for a new game.

    Even hours of driving only cost a buck or two. Rest stops during the journey are free zones/the game is not played. The obvious (to win): whoever can stay quiet and sit still the longest wins the nickel; then you start the next round. The first few rounds go fast, but their little competitive streaks get them really committed to winning (i.e. – being quiet) and the periods of quiet grow longer… If there are more than two playing, then the first one to blow it, can’t “re-blow it” before one of the other’s wins that round — otherwise, they are disqualified from the next round.

    It’s a really fun game.

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    Donna | 15 August 2010 at 2:01 pm #

    I should have been a librarian! I could hide among the books!

    And my house looks and sounds just like yours. Maybe I’ll miss the noise and mess some day when they’re grown and out of the house…..Naaah!

    You captured the boardwalk scene beautifully. I was on the Ocean City (NJ) boardwalk last Sat. p.m. with my 2 sisters, my 3 kids and all of their kids. We rode on a ferris wheel at midnight, over-looking Atlantic City. We didn’t get in until 1:30 a.m. All the teenage cousins layed down on the driveway, watching the shooting stars. It was a great night! Hope you’re having a great day. Love to you and yours…

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    Donna | 15 August 2010 at 2:02 pm #

    When the kids are grown, that is!

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    Linjo | 15 August 2010 at 7:28 pm #

    Oh Steve, so much to catch up on. Anyway, I have bought a skin rejuvenation machine, eg IPL. Free sessions for you of course! Linda xxx

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    haaz | 16 August 2010 at 2:39 am #

    heya mista steve-ah,

    so, me and the misses over here near the shore of an inland sea, Lake Michigan, the central coast in the states. Your post reminded me of when you were on WMSE 91.7-FM a year or two ago, and you said that you need to be near water, else you get erratic and depressed — more so than usual, right? mm, so, that resonated with me. ever since my youngest days, from five years old onward, either me or my family has lived near a lake (save for the one year that we lived in the high desert of Albuquerque — and even then i sought out the low broad trickle of the Rio Grande river)…

    hmm, don’t know where that was going. down a river, toward a lake?

    anyhow, Lake Michigan is usually quiet down here on the southern edge of Milwaukee. Just down the bluff from Sh(w)ank Hall, which is about seven miles north of here, the (newly repopulated) beach is similar to how you describe the beach there as being. down here, well, the kids don’t have out here so much, and while there are beaches, they’re not designed to attract the young an’ hip an’ sporty an’ insecure. one of my favorite things is to take my big shaggy black dog for a walk through the woods (several dozen acres just down the road here) and then stand on the quiet beach, taking in the Great Lake. It’s something to do that in the winter time, when there’s a sheet of ice beneath a blanket of snow. I remember once in the spring, the ice sheet was melting, and it sounded as though there were a thousand xylophones piped through a mellotron and clinking and clanking on the shore…

    on beaches north of here, could you believe that we have ice volcanoes? my thought is that the lake water splashes up on the beach, and some of it freezes there. more splashes and freezes, and eventually, a crack forms in the sheets of ice. water surges through there, building a cone… the ones I’ve climbed on have been nearly thirty feet high! some have craters, frozen shut but still grey and grimy from where the lake water had surged up through it. sometimes you even see it happening, the water flooming and spraying up. you’ve gotta see it some time… which is much easier to do in a cold Wisconsin winter day when you’ve got a big Doctor Who scarf wrapped around you!

    incredibly, there are ice volcanoes here and out in space, on Jupiter’s moons Enceladus and Europa, perhaps even Neptune’s moon Triton. from Lake Michigan to the stony waters of Triton. who’d ‘ve thunk it?


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