posted on February 24, 2007 at 8:45 pm

13/13 morningside crescent
sweeping ocean views
rainclouds jostle in grey wash
industrious ants prepare for the deluge
is this a song
or a painting?
the steep drive
oilstains and pebbles
cactii n tropical wilderness
in the garage a thousand things
surfboards n rope n an old fridge
games n darts n an empty bucket of chlorine
oh australia
its dark and still
wasps have built a nest under the eaves
thin angry wasps almost silently buzzing
the leaves have fallen in the pool
and they lie at the bottom
spelling out something in some oriental way
light reflects n dances aquatically
my old mate
inside ….
mmm nice kitchen
rain begins outside
lovely view
an old sailing ship on the blurry horizon
a ghost whale followed by a spirit crew
stevens here
sitting in a blue dressing gown with unravelling shoulders
sitting in the window type type type
grinding this all out
but coming to him so easy now
like greeced lightning the words flow from his tapered fingers
steven says sorry im busy type type typing
lets look around and around
the girls have left a mess on the stairs
dollies n gossip rags n little pets n pairs of shoes
sorry bout the mess steven calls over
but never lifts his head where he types
his computer is painted in van goghish swirls
his once broken arm with its oblique twist
his once dark hair faded to dusty brown
oh never mind
in the fridge is blackcurrant juice and exotic berry jam
theres nut cutlets n tempeh n rice milk n a half finished chilli
theres chocolate biscuits n yakults n aloe vera n goji juice
theres a thing for headaches n a bottle of stoli
theres a west virginia fridge magnet with a picture of uncle gary
theres a drawing that one of the girls did
of a mermaid with seaweed hair
and someone else has added something more to it
and one of those fridge magnet poetry kits
spelling out this poem
lonely luxurious lovers entered paradise beach
snow swirled up their hearts
suddenly seized with the great passion
they conceived a child
dazzle sun after you see
more to come
steven who wrote this
one of the girls?
one of the girls
which one which one
which one
oh i cant …..
what is the music ?
oh i just wrote that on my laptop
its called steves elegaic breakfast
ha ha
the room at the top of the stairs
some bunk beds
toys n shoes strewn everywhere
we hear voices
but its empty
someone has stuck more pictures n drawings on the walls
children with big heads n skewiff eyes
elaborate pictographs with fairies n chipmunks
drawings of houses n children holding hands
rain dripping on the little balcony
the trees huddle down
hey steven
but hes too deaf to hear me up here
the bookshelves full of books
credit n credulity by emilia bronte-sawros
the bumper book of sea shell stories 1964
emanuel on the isle of marvels
pathfinder 1959 annual for scouts n guides
extinct birds by mark sib-taupe
mexican diorama by tim leary n tom york
germaine greers biography of hugh hefner
quasi-modos big chance by some french guy
thats enough of that
a photo album
steven graduating from the school o hard knox
steven and the girls
steven and some of the girls
steven and one of the girls
steven playing at a festival in antarctica
steven with his mother n father at someones wedding
steven with his first guitar string
steven as a navy cadet on board a destroyer
steven as a cub with his wolf head insignia n skulls
steven at a picnic in 1983 eating angelfruit
hey steven..
eh….whats that?
hey do you still have any of those floral shirts?
(no answer)
bedside tables
dare i look in these drawers…
mm some loose change
a few odd sox
a birthday card
from your sister kim
to my dearest big brother steven
happy happy happy day
wish i was there
me x
and a deck of cards
the queen of hearts looks so sad
take time to look at her husband
the suicide king
holding a knife at his head
because his sad wife and his rotten son
are driving him crazy
the rain sweeps n swoops in from the sea
in shining sheets
back down stairs
hey steven..
steven is gone
his falcon has flown off
the computer is still on
oh wow
hey this is interesting
its all here
hes written it all here
ha ha
oh im gonna read it now myself

21 Responses to “soft blue approach of the water”

  1. avatar
    syrinx | 24 February 2007 at 10:24 pm #

    What a marvelous piece to wake up to, first cup in my hand and all.

  2. avatar
    MarkM | 24 February 2007 at 10:50 pm #

    Really enjoyed the last couple of blogs Steve….

  3. avatar
    adina | 24 February 2007 at 10:53 pm #

    it all happens so fast


  4. avatar
    mattdavison | 24 February 2007 at 11:05 pm #

    perfect sk

  5. avatar
    nickfiction | 24 February 2007 at 11:07 pm #

    loads of applause on this one, this maybe the best one yet. It’s the closest thing to looking right inside sk’s head….. or maybe actually being him. Thanks alot old friend for the warm-up and visual…. it’s cold here in Ohio…… when ya comin’ back? NickF

  6. avatar
    Tim | 25 February 2007 at 12:01 am #

    That was a nice warm slice of life…freshly baked…

    Thanks for the post…


    P.S. Still shivering in Canada…please share some of that great Aussie weather soon…

  7. avatar
    veleska1970 | 25 February 2007 at 12:44 am #

    really enjoyed this one today. a nice quiet blog for a nice quiet afternoon.

    lotza love….

  8. avatar
    Daniel 12 | 25 February 2007 at 1:24 am #

    Beautifull Bloggs Steven.

    You need to get outa town more often.

  9. avatar
    Drumwise | 25 February 2007 at 3:09 am #

    It flows like a trip through space-rock wonderland. Makes me wonder if you had a bit of “angelfruit” on your wee vacation. Hope you enjoyed the time away.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 February 2007 at 5:05 am #

    I really hope you write another book…a novella perhaps.
    And I wish you’d do another Remindlessness.

    And paint the ceiling of the Sydney Oprah House

    ‘SK do thiisss, SK do thaaat…’


  11. avatar
    damien | 25 February 2007 at 6:22 am #

    What an amazing coincidence! I’m listening to Atom Heart Mother as I read your blog today.


  12. avatar
    fantasticandy | 25 February 2007 at 8:49 am #

    ok, ok, i’ll come clean.
    i lied.
    i DO envy something about you.

    NOT your musicianship,you’re damn good,but so am i.

    NOT your songwriting,it’s world class,but i ain’t bad as a tunesmith neither.

    BUT your words,


    YOU make ME feel like a dislexyck
    tong-teed sympiltun.

    but i do need putting in my place now and then.
    from the shambling,inarticulate hack known as,

  13. avatar
    isolde | 25 February 2007 at 10:21 am #

    your holiday was good timing really
    there’s only so many gurus a girl can cope with at once
    just had 5 days being lectured and generally transformed by a saint, he has 5 kids too, incl 15 yr old twin daughters, how about that! yes they go to different schools and try everything to look different to eachother, he’s 52, where from? india

  14. avatar
    nic | 25 February 2007 at 11:00 am #

    I was going to give you at least a week…but decided to take a peak tonight…to see if there was something…anything…..
    woohoo!!! your’e back!!! have missed you!!! great bloggs the last couple of days. Happy 500th!!!! Here’s to many more!!!


  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 February 2007 at 3:43 pm #

    I hope you has an enjoyable and relaxing holiday. Missed you.

  16. avatar
    Tim | 25 February 2007 at 4:34 pm #

    See my review of “Forget Yourself” on my blog

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 February 2007 at 4:35 pm #

    love it.

  18. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 25 February 2007 at 4:48 pm #

    many states

    countless houses , apartments

    friends, girls,

    lives,..i planted church seeds

  19. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 25 February 2007 at 4:56 pm #

    can a man scream with his eyes

    sealed with a kiss

    the cock crows

    the man screams with his eyes

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 25 February 2007 at 6:11 pm #

    lovely words or is this a painting? both very resonant you seem so chilled writing this but all i feel is warmth.

  21. avatar
    davem | 25 February 2007 at 6:33 pm #

    Where do you put a glass of Pinot Grigio in an emergency? In the fridge?
    Woolacombe beach?
    Drift on!! It’s there when I need it….. like The Chrunch. I’ve had some lows and then there’s been those highs… /Sing Songs/Seance/Blurred C/Temp drop/Heydeyyyyyyyyyy/ HoB/AENT/P=Cura/ULTC…etc etc
    C’mon Brighton. I’m gutted there are some UK-based TTB’s here who aren’t doing Brighton AND London. Sort it guys…there’s no excuse. The boys may not come around again.
    You know who you are. Two dates….be at both. We are a small island..if you can’t be at both…well……NO EXCUSE.
    Love you SK.

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