posted on August 22, 2010 at 9:57 pm


within minutes the words that blew down the street

had changed

and the intelligence that had hurled them was gone

the air they had passed through was sour

it emitted the tiniest sparks from little rainbowed glowing pinpricks

it transmitted different things on different levels

sound yes certainly

spirit was harder against the thick lucidity of the temperature

the flesh crawled a little on the other side

the will sagged flagging out like a failed safe sail

like a fire sale for wet suits

or a  burn of  aqua by some fan off their hinge

just more then a sharp intake of breath stroke i mean comma

this is anxietystic nausea

the fear of great or small things aligning in some certain way

telescoping into a compact sphere the size of man, hat on

i celebrate the hideous or the wonderful

the middle ground holds no sanctuary for me

suddenly something happens!

you turn suspiciously out the corner of an eye

blinking thinking blinking synching

there ….no…..there…..no, no ……there…..!

the quick brown fox

the lazy dog

the crown n the anchor

the voices suddenly human

suddenly that sound is making unmistakable english words

vivid intoxicating stream of alien poetry

something like this

in distance our machines cut  all time

we did this ….we!

to ourselves crying all besides  in night

descendants of the abyss

children of chasm

the webbed ones the ones in transition

the ugly things of nowhere recast in stardust

soon frequency eating life seeking moon milking monsoon

the cosmic epsilon the theta shake

the transcendental damn indelible stitches in space

shiva shivers slivers flake caking slicing icing sheets sleets

the cipher ends in dots………

the moon housed in haze diffused itself in pinkish haloes

the pilot gestures to the stars : its as if they know……

outside its cold enough to burn you yearning to die

ra returns in unmasked glory

the sun is slashed to a low price

the fuels we require lie deep in your world

someone says sorry for killing every last thing alive

captain intermission explodes in  vegetal bliss

straight or curved , willing or kicking

we all will arrive here he says

a guarantee of ecstasy  written in yer triple helix, felix

luna inside her bag is hanging off a bed

her bad pain is gone and for now she sleeps

sleep is like travel which is like spirit

soul is garden is flow is light

morning detonates along the planets atmos

the rush of vapour through the solace system

smashed and grabbed drugged and mugged

once there were no checks no limits no hard fast rules

gods toppled kings murdered princes killing slaves

desire snakes unslaked inspired by lewd nudity of black whole stars

our cargo in the hold old already by andromedas ellipse

our arc is brilliant as we flame on in the photonsphere

a hundred units of thrust

muscle provided by harnessing a bestial power

a dirty unreliable source of speed

inch by inch we radiate forward

pressure : unstable

altitude : irregular

velocity: in the blue

acceleration : rapid but wiry

destination : out of memory

model : lifeform

sex : freemale

gender : neuter lite

mach : X

serial # : 00000000.0

expiry date 22 8 10

29 Responses to “small print”

  1. avatar
    DavidP | 22 August 2010 at 10:20 pm #

    “sleep travel”, travel by sleep
    ha ha, “freemale”, gender beyonder
    “morning detonates along the planets atmos” = nice 1!

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    Richard | 22 August 2010 at 10:39 pm #

    22 8 10?
    nah!
    that’s just what the manufacturer wants us to think
    this’ll last much longer

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    captain mission | 22 August 2010 at 11:25 pm #

    i loved that ‘intermission’
    what a science fiction lullaby you write.
    white magick

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    Lara | 22 August 2010 at 11:35 pm #

    Wow. Amazing.

  5. avatar
    Martha | 23 August 2010 at 12:24 am #

    Chock-a-block full of alliteration. My brain has had it’s Sunday breakfast.
    ready for the day!

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    Mr. Argent | 23 August 2010 at 2:42 am #

    Satori 🙂

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    andy | 23 August 2010 at 3:50 am #

    mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….
    bits of this scream h.p. lovecraft at me.

  8. avatar
    Lisa | 23 August 2010 at 7:36 am #

    Here’s to the future…cheers!

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    Jonny Hollywood | 23 August 2010 at 9:55 am #

    Hey Steve, why does my print feel so small??? Am I not your one love??? Mary and I have parted ways like never before and I feel like my life is dropping right before my eyes…

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      thetimebeing | 23 August 2010 at 11:31 am #

      jonny
      i love all my flock
      what would you have me do?
      sk

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        Jonny Hollywood | 24 August 2010 at 3:49 am #

        tell me the truth bout my rockumentary I sent you way back when via karmic hit, I never got it back and I feel different now be cos of it, all I know is madness now and I deserve to be treated like a star just like you…

  10. Kraig
    Kraig | 23 August 2010 at 10:54 am #

    Travel By Thought!?


    But hey…I liked the part where you mentioned “luna inside her bag is hanging off a bed, her bad pain is gone and for now she sleeps…”



    It’s funny you mentioned this, our cat’s name is Luna and she has not come out of her room for 7 months! She’s scared of the new cat, and has a soar and we put a dog shirt on her so that her soar will heal. So she sleeps on that bed all day long, in her bed, but the pain is actually gone from the soar, and is heeling nicel! So, i thought it was just kinda weird and sounded familiar…cool thanks Steve!



    Another thing…I just took “The Lonely City” painting off to get it framed and the works! Got all acid free stuff, with UV Protection, etc…top notch with double matte, everything! I’ll send a pic when I’m finished with it if you want!?



    Cheers!

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 23 August 2010 at 11:30 am #

      would like to see it framed kraig

    • Kraig
      Kraig | 23 August 2010 at 4:43 pm #

      Sure enough Steve! Will Do 🙂

      I’ll have it in bout 2 weeks!!


      P.S. soar=sore above, lol…not the first time i did that!

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    ethereal butterfly | 23 August 2010 at 12:44 pm #

    Wow I loved today’s tale SK. I love it when you delve into or create or re-create a mythological narrative in surreal. It has a very mesmorising quality to it this one for me, like some of your songs which tell stories; ‘Columbus’, I paticularly love. Not that I’m an advocate for it or against it either, but there’s a very informing article in today’s Melbourne The Age newspaper on pg 10 about Ayahuasca “Believers See the light in the Peruvian jungle”…”A hallucinogenic plant said to give users clarity and insights is drawing visitors from around the world.” It quotes a UCLA professor who has shares results from a study done on it in relation to mental health benefits. Yay first signs of spring in Melbourne, WE HAVE SUNSHINE! 🙂

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    ethereal butterfly | 23 August 2010 at 12:46 pm #

    Sorry that article is in yesterdays’s The Age newspaper.

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2010 at 2:16 pm #

    remerciez Dieu ils ont parle tout cela dans l’anglais!

    quatre trois deux un ; terre au-dessous de nous ; derive tombant

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    princey | 23 August 2010 at 2:35 pm #

    Hi sk,
    Wow,this is all too much, I’d love to know how that brain of yours ticks maaaaan!!! You never fail to keep it interesting.
    Next Thurdsday aint too far away now, yay!
    love Amanda

  15. avatar
    Donna | 23 August 2010 at 3:31 pm #

    Anonymous – Ceci est merveilleux, n’est-ce pas? Vous ne l’aimez pas?

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 23 August 2010 at 4:33 pm #

      Oui! Aimez-le … juste je suis heureux quand Dieux et etrangers et spiritueux nous parlent l’anglais. Plus facile. Le fait d’etudier en haut pour un voyage … le fait de pratiquer!

      Chin-Chin!

      • avatar
        thetimebeing | 23 August 2010 at 6:40 pm #

        ou et de plume de ma tant?

        • avatar
          Anonymous | 24 August 2010 at 1:22 am #

          je regrette.

          (but I have til May to improve)

          je vais.

        • avatar
          Donna | 24 August 2010 at 10:20 am #

          Etienne!! ( Monsieur Kilbe’)Vous parlez francais TRES TRES bien! 😉

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        Donna | 24 August 2010 at 10:11 am #

        Bonne chance et bon voyage!

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          Anonymous | 25 August 2010 at 1:18 am #

          thank you… that was hard. my lessons include every Sunday, anything and everything I write must be in French so that my teacher knows how I specifically communicate; and she corrects me in my own words. Wednesday eve’s I meet with another pupil; we must speak only in French/taped. Bring everything from the week to class… and she goes at you from there. I haven’t spoke French for, gosh, over 20 years… it will come back.
          But even back then, friends I know in France, spoke English, and were very helpful/gentle. I think to stay off the blogs on Sundays til I get better may be wise.

          Next year, I’m thinking: Russia. Yikes! A woman who I work with sometimes is Russian, her English, as other immigrants here, is a little different/not phrased correctly. But after a while you get used to it and it makes sense. She is a very lovely person… and will help me.

          my best…

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            Donna | 25 August 2010 at 3:32 pm #

            So where are you going? Back to France? I live in the USA but I lived in Paris back in the-mid 80’s. I was in college then. My French has gotten pretty bad! Anyway, I’m sure you’ll do fine…again, bonne chance!

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 August 2010 at 4:45 pm #

    sleep is like… soul is garden is flow is light… Pretty. made me think of coming home: and luna kept him company.

  17. avatar
    Wiild Chiild | 23 August 2010 at 9:00 pm #

    You are always full of surprises Mr Kilbey!
    Another brilliant mind trip
    Thank you 🙂

  18. avatar
    hellbound heart | 23 August 2010 at 9:15 pm #

    trippy, real trippy, mate…

    love always….


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