posted on August 27, 2010 at 10:00 pm

indian rope trick

we crash outta boredom, pop 2,000

its deliberately left ambiguous so you get the most outta it

we crash outta something

we come falling down from somewhere

me n my friend

we come blazing outta nowhere

we arrive suddenly lets put it

burning up on entry like a meteor……. right?

unharmed though unhinged

with our souls slightly singed

singled out as twins

falling headfirst out of seventeenth heaven

we recline in a splendid cooling pool of rosewater

attended by lotuses which we dreamily eat

and little lovely fish with human eyes

oh strange

and green grow the rushes oh

invisible to tiger or wolf

in our languid pool

in our bluest of pools

in the softest water and light

none of this can ever happen perhaps

look i place an amazing moon here in your sky

look i decorate the forest with garlands of orchids n succulents

look i roam this path every twilight consorting with the grape

great birds fly overhead

everything turns golden in the dark

the enticing inviting dark

here take my arm

we saunter across the lunar streaked fields

my house is by the lake

drenched in wild spray and evening ray

come eat this sweet milky rice and drink cold water

my house is a shabby shack

a shrine to shiva : frankincense sandalwood rose

exquisite little statue of lord ganesh given by pan

a book a table a vase with white flowers

bear floor boards

we sprawl around through the tropical tranquil hours

laughing and eating fruit from ceylon

i never understand do i?

still the good times roll outta the horn of plenty

elemental servants wait on us hand and foot

you feel glamourous in the dark

just laying there on your mystic rug

we hear our voices muted in the hindu hush

we see our shadows making thin love

oh and the forest

decked out in its finest things

rushing towards us year in year out

approaching like a violent storm

the swans the parrots the snakes and the fronds

how we laugh in the dark

how we cruise through the endless night

how we swing on the stars

how we sleep like were dead

and how we laugh in the dark

i make you laugh you say stop it

what are we laughing for you laugh

ha ha ha i dont always see the joke

its funny nonetheless

wow its dreamy in my shabby shack by the lake

i’m ripped apart by life and someone else steps out

hey i know what i meant to mention…..the ferns

oh such a pleasant life

the fans spin round aimlessly in the sealing

the lianas too

wrapped around my trunks

money to burn and fire to spend

luxurious evening for lease / move in straight away

features cooing nightingales and swaying palms

krsna plays his flute somewhere in that jungle

in the sweet night sweet and black and full of hot sweetness

the blood beats in your head

the pound of your arteries all vain

india india india india

we’re really here

you say

we’re really almost here

28 Responses to “seventh day adventure”

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    Anonymous | 27 August 2010 at 10:50 pm #

    Seventh day, seventh floor, ithacan roads, sometimes I laugh at you and I do not understad you either, sometimes you are so violent, sometimes so soothing, sometimes so… I forgot.

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    Freddie | 27 August 2010 at 11:05 pm #

    Ummm…I like these things you’ve been writing lately. I suppose I’m a hopeless romantic who hopes that you keep up this trend until the ones who don’t understand come a’ rioting and crash down the doors! ;^)

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    Kristine | 27 August 2010 at 11:20 pm #

    Lovely lovely lovely, gorgeous prose! The worlds you create are perfect in every way.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 27 August 2010 at 11:37 pm #

    That was insightful, a great way to start my day here in Chicago-our weather has been incredible, a little warmer than usual, this summer and that just made the sun a little brighter, the air a bit sweeter. Enjoyed todays entry-immensely. Have a great weekend, everyone.
    As Always,
    Darrin K.

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      Donna | 28 August 2010 at 1:42 pm #

      Darrin, the weather has been INCREDIBLE here in Massachusetts as well! I guess we “northerners” aren’t used to so much sun! You have a good weekend, too!

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 29 August 2010 at 8:01 am #

        Thanks Donna…here is to hoping this pattern stays with us for quite some time.

        As Always,

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    Once | 28 August 2010 at 12:42 am #

    Oh. My. God. I am FLOORED <>. Yesterday my therapist told me I was a ‘great writer’ (yeah, ironic, innit? ‘creative non-fiction’ is my bag, I guess, albeit an oxymoron) – but THIS??? Beyond description…it’s more than a blog, it’s a spiritual journey!

    “i’m ripped apart by life and someone else steps out” – so diff from the rest of it, then it continues into the magic (I need to know who stepped out! Argh!)…oh, Mr. Kilbey, I don’t have a proper adjective for this one. Perfect? I don’t know – damn close, anyway.

    I’m going to be late for work because I keep re-reading it…thank you so much for posting this!!

    Much love,

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    Cecilia | 28 August 2010 at 2:13 am #


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    Name | 28 August 2010 at 2:14 am #

    betel leaves stain their tongues scarlet and the laughter becomes a song that is peaceful and is sung to be heard as they look to the others who stay with them in the skies and their stars falling jasmine sent from the pillars of the night with reflections off the waters for the hours dark below as orion stays above in a fractional glow watching over as a breeze gently cools their sleepy souls

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    Elvis | 28 August 2010 at 3:38 am #

    Hey there Killbee…yu been watchin Chef Gordan Ramsey’s trip to India? Come-own, you gotta admit there’s sum goooood eatin theyyr! Bring own the jungle room now…ready 2 Rockit!!!!

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    Jonny Hollywood | 28 August 2010 at 4:47 am #

    thanks sk for putting up with me and thanks to everyone here for your support, I feel the love which is more than I can say from my own family, why is that??? anyway if you all go see “Piranha 3-D”, it was filmed in my desert wasteland, Lake Havasu City…

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    Andreas | 28 August 2010 at 7:33 am #

    Hi SK, here I am, back from summer holidays- only endless days without a care, nothing must be done (yes it’s heathaze, genesis). I’ve spent a couple days trying to catch up with august posts- there’s been lots of discussion on difficult topics, different views on difficult matters… but a lot of concern for your well being. It seems to me you are doing well, these last posts are very warm. I’ll try to get back on the spinning wheel of this blog and be spiritually near you and all other followers (cheers, everybody!)

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      Donna | 28 August 2010 at 1:39 pm #

      Andreas, I noticed your comments were missing and looked back a few weeks to find you were away on vacation. I’m happy you’re back!

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    Galamor the Wizard | 28 August 2010 at 7:47 am #

    You really need to get to India don’t you? It’s a bit of a roller coaster ride though. If I win Lotto I’ll send you and the fam over for a holiday. When is Isidore 2 coming out???

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    Jasperina | 28 August 2010 at 10:36 am #

    Just lit a cinnamon incense stick. In honour for all that is India. Lovely sweet prose for the birth of a glorious day in Sydney. About to walk up the road to enjoy a chai late with a dear friend. Hope everyone has a wonderful day. Warm regards,Cita

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    Kraig | 28 August 2010 at 11:50 am #

    Ahhhh, I love your stories man!
    Have a great weekend Steve!

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    Donna | 28 August 2010 at 1:38 pm #

    Hello, Steve! Love the dream-like quality of this. Refreshing!! Hope you’re having a good one!

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      Anonymous | 28 August 2010 at 5:06 pm #

      Hi Donna. Saw your response re my upcoming journey to Paris next Spring… Sunday… and I have practiced — I will find that post or more recent to respond. I was delighted by both your patience and enthusiasm. Thank you. We all laughed in class and: mine was not the best nor the worst; closer to the bottom though. Ouch! I am going to the Legion of Honor with a friend to Flip a narration of an exhibit their tomorrow… the paintings will be beautiful, so fun to attempt no matter what [my] mistakes.

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    davem | 28 August 2010 at 5:29 pm #

    Classic Kilbey!

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    Karen | 28 August 2010 at 5:57 pm #

    LOVE IT ! way better than the olde EngliSh daze

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    eekie | 28 August 2010 at 6:42 pm #

    This is probably as irreverent as all hell, but when I read the first dozen or so lines I could just picture a Martin Kennedy drawn Kilbey/Kennedy cartoon panel depicting the action. You had this very self-satisfied look on your face…he looked kind of bewildered. It was adorable! 🙂

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    Melissa | 28 August 2010 at 8:51 pm #

    Hi Steve, I love this beautiful bloggy too … how amazing it would be to go to India, one day …. Have you ever travelled there (in real life 😉 )??

    Funny too, my dad would refer to Seventh Day adventists as 7 day adventurists, you funny Virgoans 😉

    Anyway, put in a good word with Krsna that my sinusitis clears up in time for the show in Melby on Thursday night. I hate feeling so sick with a sk gig so close ..argh!

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    hellbound heart | 28 August 2010 at 9:05 pm #

    ….little lovely fish with human eyes…..
    could you create a picture of that for me, please steve?

    love always…..

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    Cedgie | 28 August 2010 at 9:19 pm #

    namaste & sat sri akal sk ji.. Shukria & mithe supne! Kul hum bat krain g …my sohna ghaint dost! My hindi/Punjabi is basic but thanks to all my adored Indian friends & their patient tutoring, I can atleast tell you that you are awesome.

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    Thomas Thomsen | 28 August 2010 at 10:25 pm #

    Whatever happened to Brien Comerford? Is he pouting?

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