posted on September 14, 2008 at 8:33 pm

in the room where she waits
with her books on the stars
and the magical line
between nova and dawn
and the way the snow flurries
in the absence of light
just outside the window
where darknesses lie
and the birds of the air
and the beasts of the town
grow talons and teeth
wear surgical gowns
and howl for an audience
they follow around
by the time they have reached her
shes gone down and drowned

in the seventh heaven of a venerable buddha
lived a lovely flower blooming on a hillside
the sky was perfectly blue
the grass was divinely green
the pretty little birds sang in the trees
and lovely angels cavorted in the small puffs of mist
their golden voices filling the blessed air with wonder
their play delighted the permanent spring
their joy vibrated the tiny cymbals
and wind chimes softly chimed together
and the branches of the trees played the wind
oh to rest there, the weary traveller……
where the climes are always warm
and the water always sweet
and morning lasts forever

on an island in a lake
hiding from the law
i went by the name of
al pyne
we were a desperate crew
none would ever see their homes again
we took what we could
and we paid the price in spades
we divvied up our swag
and we fought like the thieves we were
blast those constables that came looking for us
and blast my wet powder
and triple blast my useless bible
we were forced to run
some men had their wives and children with them
and the slowest were taken down
diego lopez had discovered a cave he said
we ran after him through the trees
in the half light of the jungle
hotly pursued by the police
i saw jesus himself
yes i swear it
standing amongst the trees
shaking his magnificent head
with a panther at his feet
yes and his mother
who walked among the lonely paths
so silently she wandered by
i had no time to wonder
in case some colonial sergeant
shoots me down
so i just run
as best i could
we split up a little
outrunning the fat and lazy police
we come to lopezs cave
yes it would be hard to detect ordinarily
none of us not even lopez has been in
we all slither into its darkness on our bellies
once inside
we light a candle
we are in a dry smooth empty cave
that is large enough for us all to stand
we hear their shouts and voices outside
and we edge to the back
to the dark walls and further back
and then
a falling sensation
we have fallen down a fissure
we are not falling
we are floating
i stumble upright
the others are all around
like weve woken out of a dream
we are in a beautiful land
the sea breaks to its eastern edge
and between us lie lush fertile meadows and orchards
and no sign of any other humans
we named it telmar

34 Responses to “slice the sky open”

  1. avatar
    veleska1970 | 14 September 2008 at 10:08 pm #

    a very rich and lush one today.

    have a great day, steve!!

    lotza love…..

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 September 2008 at 10:21 pm #

    Stunningly beautiful,x

  3. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 14 September 2008 at 10:22 pm #

    myth and legend, such is this writing….beautiful….
    love always…

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 September 2008 at 10:28 pm #

    I’ve seen Lopezs Cave for myz elf and
    u r right anon its beau.

  5. avatar
    rachel | 14 September 2008 at 10:33 pm #


  6. avatar
    Polydora | 15 September 2008 at 12:44 am #

    What an absolute delight! what a gift to return to this after a brief absence.

    I love this one and am going to kick myself for missing many a great blog over the past couple weeks. Alas, family and the wheel of life got me pinned pretty tight at the moment.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 1:33 am #

    Hi Steve,

    Happy Belated Birthday! I’m so sorry, i’ve been away from the computer and missed the whole she bang so to speak! Anyway, i’m sure it was all good, and the ‘painkiller’ jam sounds like it was awesome…that electric ‘high’ can be like no other…Bring on the cd! (here’s hoping my painkiller arrives in the mail today? Tomorrow?? Soon i’m sure!). 🙂


    Jon from Geelong

    P.s. Telmar? Pray tel-more…

  8. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 15 September 2008 at 1:34 am #

    i am surprised you didn’t find me withering away down there in that gods forsaken cave…
    Captain Caveman

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 2:10 am #

    If SK fully embraces

    stoner rock

    I’m not sure
    if I’m going along for the ride.

    I’m also not sure
    when I would need to listen to

    10 minutes of
    whale song and pink noise.

    I am sure

    may need to but

    I’m not sure.

    I’m not sure
    about this

    making up for lost time

    and embracing

    white heat



    I’m not sure.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 2:28 am #

    well,kiss me three times,n say “drop dead grizelda”.

  11. avatar
    MEM | 15 September 2008 at 4:23 am #

    soft eyed


    a hand

    of aces

    even still

    i’m out

    the rest

    the curve



    in the


    the pack


    i know

    i do

    my case

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 5:41 am #

    wake me when it’s all over,

  13. avatar
    princey | 15 September 2008 at 6:02 am #

    Loving your phantasia sk, Telmar sounds like a place Nevets Yeblik could stumble into…hope it continues.
    Love Amanda

  14. avatar
    fantasticandy | 15 September 2008 at 6:42 am #

    was the guy going on about the beauty of lopez’s cave being rude?

  15. avatar
    autobiography, form & structure, please | 15 September 2008 at 8:48 am #

    I don’t want this sort of thing.

    And I don’t want music that doesn’t have song structures either.

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 9:53 am #

    well then piss-off anon@6.48!!!!

  17. avatar
    heather | 15 September 2008 at 10:04 am #

    the camp fire tales…yeah! These are really lovely and I only wish I could be sitting cross kneed with all t’others and listening in reverie…

    make a story recording of these with voice…like that Peter and the Wolf vinyl..did anyone else listen to that as a kid?

    or the sunset-as-the-sea-recedes killer on the beach (beached killer?…you already know it’s a headline)reading gig….

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 10:21 am #

    pier glintz through the wooden beams,through the darkest blue…throw a coin n make a wish…shiney sinking deep deep….nice to know the coin is there-penny dropper.x 🙂 peace n love .

  19. avatar
    'and their memory was a bitter tree that, over the years, bore bitter fruit' | 15 September 2008 at 10:40 am #

    Give me the inside info, former-MTV man!

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 10:42 am #

    Steve, what is it with you and Ronnie Dio, dude?

  21. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 15 September 2008 at 10:46 am #

    Bought a used copy of an old Gold Afternoon Fix LP the other day just to hear it on vinyl. Lovely!

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 September 2008 at 11:32 am #

    The guitars always seemed louder on the cd, to me!
    And did ya get any snap, crackle n pop in Grind’s piano breakdown?

  23. avatar
    fuck em if they can't take a joke | 15 September 2008 at 11:34 am #

    Anon. 7.53 – awww, I was jus fuckin witcha!

  24. avatar
    dance of the heliotrope anti-grav' enthusiasts | 15 September 2008 at 1:05 pm #

    Bill Nelson is the only man to match your creative output, Steven. And that’s in quantity (25 albums since 2000 !) not quality – I love his e-bow extravaganzas but the drum n bass phase was cock! At least you avoided that, Killa.

  25. avatar
    Melby Symon | 15 September 2008 at 1:39 pm #

    Steve..belated HAAPPPPYYY BIRTHDAY for 13/9…wishing you all the peace and happiness and contentment that a 54 rocker deserves.

    Thanks for words..the music…the images…the magic.

    Melby at xmas…surely you couldn’t be that kind to us Melby folk and give us such a wonderful present….fingers x’d

  26. avatar
    12str | 15 September 2008 at 2:26 pm #

    a couple a days late but anyway Happy B-day Killah!
    take care

  27. avatar
    CSTCoach | 15 September 2008 at 2:37 pm #

    Love these excursions into poetry. Beautifully written.

    The last one reminded me a bit of an early novel by Lawrence Durrell called The Dark Labyrinth.

  28. avatar
    busted! | 15 September 2008 at 3:16 pm #

    admit it, kilbo, ya read a lot of clark ashton smith in ya formative years, huh?

  29. avatar
    davem | 15 September 2008 at 5:11 pm #

    Lovely stuff.
    I didn’t have you down as a Lewis fan.
    And as for some of the comments today…….crikey, SK’s been leading down wondrous paths for 26 years.
    I haven’t heard Painkiller yet but I suspect it’ll be accessible enough if you let it take you where you’re meant to go.
    Mimesis isn’t exactly obvious but what a trip it is.
    All I’m saying is trust the killer. He doesn’t let us down.
    Love to all. Hope Painkiller gets delivered here tomorrow. C’mon KH, I even paid the extortionate extra £££’s for the fast delivery!!!

  30. avatar
    isolde | 15 September 2008 at 5:44 pm #

    love the rhythm in the first bit

  31. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 15 September 2008 at 5:44 pm #

    Richard Wright a founding member of Pink Floyd has died. He was their keyboard player and an excellent vocalist when used. Wrote Us and Them and The Great Gig In The Sky. Sang many songs during the Syd Barrett era.

  32. avatar
    davem | 15 September 2008 at 6:16 pm #

    That’s terrible news.
    I’m just reading a Floyd bio. He and Syd were the closest musically and in terms of preferring a smoke to a bevy.
    RIP, so close to Syd leaving us too.
    Seperated too long down here, go and have a spliff with Roger now, Rick.

  33. avatar
    persephone2u | 15 September 2008 at 6:20 pm #

    Narnia…an eternal dream.

  34. avatar
    fantasticandy | 15 September 2008 at 7:01 pm #

    that’s awful news,
    his playing was so elegant……
    what a sad day.

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