posted on December 23, 2006 at 9:45 pm

the crew at their stations
all hands on deck
the ship lurches n buckles
the night surrounds us with the stars
somethings come loose
and it bang bang bangs against us
as we shudderingly heave off
every rivet every last sprocket pushed into the metal
straining to hold it together
friction claws at us
its fingers sink into our skin
small fires break out along the fuselage
rapidly diminishing grey sphere
we pull away and out
backwards into nothing
the captain sleeps at the bridge
the motion of a dream guides her eyes
the arc of some light
the flash of an explosion way out there
the instruments detect and avoid
the engines white hot and singing now
re-attachment of memory
on the screen the radii move within 7 concentric circles
the navigator looks down at his hands
as they slide across the controls
a series of sudden jerks
some other dimension tries to claim us
its mouth opens
and our speed draws us in
the captain wakes up from her dream guidance
as we slide across 5 million years in a split second
the crackle of static
no one seems panicky as we fall softly thru time
some turbulence as the serrated edges of the wings open
atmospheric bursts intermittent buffering
everything shaking
the captains hair floats around her like a halo
her eyes are intent on the gauges
she winces as several indicators move into the red
the cabin becomes warmer
the navigator tears off his goggles and wipes away the sweat
in the nursery the pods fog over
the heliotropes wither suddenly
while the angelfruit blooms
upsidedown and insideout
i twist to avoid the motion
the cabin becomes hotter and hotter
my eyes and ears fill with sweat
then we smell the smoke
next minute water bursts from the roof
and an argument breaks out
keep it together the captain screams at me
but im too far away now
everything recedes
the navigator in slow motion
calculating his angles and his angels
the panels along the wall light up
a number of umbilicals have malfunctioned
the captain is talking to somebody out there
shes speaking in some other language
something ahead
waiting for me
waiting waiting waiting
always waiting
slow down slowly
a motionless blip

46 Responses to “space clown”

  1. avatar
    Imber | 23 December 2006 at 9:51 pm #

    Wicked blog today.

    Have a Great Xmas, SK!


  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 December 2006 at 9:55 pm #

    Neato space induced catastrophe of a blog today Mr. K. Its not real, you are!
    Galveston TX

  3. avatar
    nickfiction | 23 December 2006 at 9:57 pm #

    good one today!

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 December 2006 at 11:26 pm #

    I have to confess that I was surprised to read that you actually read these comments. I thought it was an activity on your part rather than something interactive and now I feel like I’ve not been putting anything in the tithing basket. So I’ll put in soma my bits to fill up your basket because you have filled up mine (the one in me head and heart) with many beautiful things. If your words and your music truly are a reflection of who you are, it must be a hard thing. It must not be so easy to contain, to hold all those thoughts and feelings…too beautiful, too painful at times to be you. Yes, I think my life would be both less beautiful and less painful if I never came across you but it’s too late for that now. But thanks for both. Seriously, many thanks. I haven’t had the dosh to buy the new album but I am sure you still rock. Merry Xmas and may Santa give you the strength and the wisdom to live sanely amongst all those females. Tu esta un tortuga negro.

  5. avatar
    Samosanx | 23 December 2006 at 11:34 pm #

    Wow!!!!! LOVE IT!!!!! I am a spellbound kid again….thousand yard staring into the movie you just made…. yep!

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 23 December 2006 at 11:57 pm #

    more of that would be fine.
    and more of everything. quantity, quantity. or maybe tis just the season calling

  7. avatar
    syrinx | 24 December 2006 at 12:21 am #

    That was some lovely feasting. 🙂

  8. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 24 December 2006 at 12:25 am #

    Have a great xmas!

  9. avatar
    missionman | 24 December 2006 at 12:35 am #

    Wow, very reveting. Wishing you and yours a lovely Christmas. Thanks for everything.


    P.S. aurorad, you are missing out on a great cd. Buy a bunch and give them to friends like I have.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 12:37 am #

    we just never know what we will be getting from you – and that is the beauty of it – keep it coming.

    ed in fl

  11. avatar
    damien | 24 December 2006 at 1:03 am #

    “Set the controls for the heart of the sun.”

    I have to admit that I don’t usually read your prose poem blogges. I’d rather read about your kids, your swimming, your car and The Chruchu, but I read this one today. Wonderfully evocative, and those unexpected elements in the narrative, such as a female captain and water leaking into a space ship, are pure Kilbey.

    I wish you and the family a very happy Christmas.

  12. avatar
    mattdavison | 24 December 2006 at 1:04 am #

    I Feel a Si-Fi novel in there somewhere.
    sk Thankyou.. Lightfoot Thankyou.
    The Best Xmasss pressy ever. ABC The Chueerrch at the basement…My God..It’s about bloody time.. Amazing…The Ship tok off that night and it was captured , like the Abomidable snowman…Lock ness..the second coming….All for my unadulterated enjoyment…
    MWP IS THE BEST GEETARIST IN THE WORLD..SANTANA YOU SUCKER!!! SK PLAYS THE BASS LIKE A FENDER STRAT….COME ON WHO HAS EVER DONE THAT IN THE HISTORY OF ROC!!!! PK.. just weirdly sitting glueing it all together like an nanna making a christmas stocking, and TP pushing the sonic waves into space like only a super drummer can do…the heartbeat of the ceerch….a xmas tonic for all Ill’s and the light at the end of the 2006 tunnel…

    happy festive season you all..and thanks esskay for staying with us.


  13. avatar
    verdelay | 24 December 2006 at 1:19 am #

    Y’know, I went out with Halo Jones for a while there.

    Nice gal.

    She dropped me for a robot. Metal Mickey…or something like that. A real hard nut.

    I just couldn’t do it for her. Not as often as she wanted. I wasn’t the frequency and wavelength she was looking for, apparently.

    Now I consort only with trees and I feel all the better for it.

    A different kind of weightlessness….


  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 1:20 am #

    me most crazy/beautiful approach me hope…
    The Nevelator

  15. avatar
    ambnt1 | 24 December 2006 at 2:00 am #

    Hey Steven,

    Oh geez another outer space fantasy yarn. Can’t believe I’m paying $1 per week for this (he half joked)

    Tracked down the Solaris soundtrack on Evil-Bay, cheapest going rate is $50 USD. Goddam greedy bastards. I hear soundtracks go out of print faster than most other releases, that must be the case. Well, I’ll be waiting for my burned copy, so get crackin’ (and burnin’). (he half-joked).


    n.p. Michael Brook, “An Inconvenient Truth” original soundtrack (Brooky in top form, maybe this’ll be worth $50 in four years)

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 2:30 am #


    Enjoy the holidaze and the kids thanks for keeping the blog!! Best in the new year

    Love you

    Steve in Florida

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 2:37 am #


    Last nights show was brilliant, pure brilliance – you guys were in the zone and on fire, it was like your were doing a two hour oncore ,
    i cannot say how good it was, it was that good

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 2:45 am #

    A Merry Xmas to you and your family SK
    BIG hugs and love always

    Melbourne Mary xxx

  19. avatar
    Tokin' Jester | 24 December 2006 at 3:19 am #

    Yappy New Year!!

    The Cano’s

  20. avatar
    Daberhasher | 24 December 2006 at 3:47 am #

    sounds like it was a good show…….


  21. avatar
    captainmission | 24 December 2006 at 4:06 am #

    i always thought the spirit of old calvert was alive and kicking with you, and last night was proof of that, masterful playing, a brilliant selection of songs and arrangements and the usual sheer exhiliration of watching and listening to vegetarian church space rock light up the sydney sky like the angels return. ‘cortez’ was beyond description,

    anyways mr. kilbey, have a good xmas and may your space ship come in.

  22. avatar
    bucks burnett | 24 December 2006 at 4:20 am #

    I found your note floating in space
    so I put it in a mail box
    on the moon

  23. avatar
    isolde | 24 December 2006 at 4:24 am #

    Why wait any longer for the world to begin
    You can have your space cake and eat it too

  24. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 4:49 am #

    My dear captain
    im afraid I have gone sonic
    and the frequencies are aflame
    it beckons, I feel it every morning
    in my spacesuit youll find a small bit of paper
    it reads a poem
    for you and for all.

    Song Of The Sannyasin

    Wake up the note! the song that had its birth
    Far off, where worldly taint could never reach,
    In mountain caves and glades of forest deep,
    Whose calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fame
    Could ever dare to break; where rolled the stream
    Of knowledge, truth, and bliss that follows both.
    Sing high that note, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Strike off thy fetters! Bonds that bind thee down,
    Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore;
    Love, hate—good, bad—and all the dual throng,
    Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free;
    For fetters, though of gold, are not less strong to bind;
    Then off with them, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Let darkness go; the will-o’-the-wisp that leads
    With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom.
    This thirst for life, for ever quench; it drags
    From birth to death, and death to birth, the soul.
    He conquers all who conquers self. Know this
    And never yield, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    “Who sows must reap,” they say, “and cause must bring
    The sure effect; good, good; bad, bad; and none
    Escape the law. But whoso wears a form
    Must wear the chain.” Too true; but far beyond
    Both name and form is Atman, ever free.
    Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om! “

    They know not truth who dream such vacant dreams
    As father, mother, children, wife, and friend.
    The sexless Self! whose father He? whose child?
    Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One?
    The Self is all in all, none else exists;
    And thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    There is but One—The Free—The Knower—Self!
    Without a name, without a form or stain.
    In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.
    The witness, He appears as nature, soul.
    Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world
    Nor that can give. In books and temples vain
    Thy search. Thine only is the hand that holds
    The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament,
    Let go thy hold, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Say, “Peace to all: From me no danger be
    To aught that lives. In those that dwell on high.
    In those that lowly creep, I am the Self in all!
    All life both here and there, do I renounce,
    All heavens and earths and hells, all hopes and fears.”
    Thus cut thy bonds, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Heed then no more how body lives or goes,
    Its task is done. Let Karma float it down;
    Let one put garlands on, another kick
    This frame; say naught. No praise or blame can be
    Where praiser praised, and blamer blamed are one.
    Thus be thou calm, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Truth never comes where lust and fame and greed
    Of gain reside. No man who thinks of woman
    As his wife can ever perfect be;
    Nor he who owns the least of things, nor he
    Whom anger chains, can ever pass thro’ Maya’s gates.
    So, give these up, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Have thou no home. What home can hold thee, friend?
    The sky thy roof, the grass thy bed; and food
    What chance may bring, well cooked or ill, judge not.
    No food or drink can taint that noble Self
    Which knows Itself. Like rolling river free
    Thou ever be, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Few only know the truth. The rest will hate
    And laugh at thee, great one; but pay no heed.
    Go thou, the free, from place to place, and help
    Them out of darkness, Maya’s veil. Without
    The fear of pain or search for pleasure, go
    Beyond them both, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    Thus, day by day, till Karma’s powers spent
    Release the soul for ever. No more is birth,
    Nor I, nor thou, nor God, nor man. The “I”
    Has All become, the All is “I” and Bliss.
    Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
    “Om Tat Sat, Om!”

    – Swami Vivekananda

    happy HoLYdaZe

    jaime r………….

  25. avatar
    the dean | 24 December 2006 at 4:58 am #


    the planet was still as it hung in space, a low whirring growing exponentially as the mean orbital velocity, maximised the distance to the sun. Body mass index off the scale, the axes fell carelessly, sweet timelings and billy thorpe lay slain. They were the masters of the multiverse and yet they chose to communicate in sound waves constructed to enhance emotional response. Someone shouted “the gods have returned, the gods have returned” but the millenniums that they had spend in analogical meditation horrified the digital dexterous ones, we reached for our revolvers but fortunately, due to stringent gun laws, we could only clap their empty hands together in appreciation.
    Happy XXmas

  26. avatar
    alternate being in time | 24 December 2006 at 5:32 am #

    way down’
    nt down

    spc clown

    a sound

    out loud

    but eternal

    i ask
    and i


    many times

    the imagin’

    moment of

    i use
    to wonder

    this man

    my dreams

    do i care
    for him

    the man

    i’ve met
    three times?

    how can

    can mem

    can this


    what it
    it is

  27. avatar
    jfhhukwhjkd | 24 December 2006 at 5:59 am #

    i forgot

    no nevermind,


  28. avatar
    gergjhgrjkkj | 24 December 2006 at 6:01 am #


  29. avatar
    fergal | 24 December 2006 at 7:00 am #

    i thought i saw forever between tewo misages … but it was invisible [to me]

    not to worry


  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 7:15 am #

    Hauskaa Joulua ja hyvaa uutta vuotta!

  31. avatar
    davem | 24 December 2006 at 8:30 am #

    That was a wonderful xmas eve treat – ta very much.
    Christmas love to you from England. Hope you have a great time with all those women in your family!
    Love you more

    Dave M

  32. avatar
    fantasticandy | 24 December 2006 at 10:00 am #

    space travels in my blood,there a’int nothin’ i can do about it,long journeys wear me out,but i know i can’t live without it.i think i’m on another planet with you. (peter perrett,’the only ones’ ’77)——-it seems as though we have become some sort of cyber-family,the 21st century is a strange place to be!, no? seasons greetings to all at chez kilbey,and to all those you love(and even those you don’t.)have a spiffing time one and all,much luv,andy L.

  33. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 10:21 am #

    photos of the killer bee here:

  34. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 10:29 am #

    Observations from a basement

    – very nice sonic stylings from william, reminded me of the old avant guarde, fluxus et al.

    – A varied array of musical pieces, deep purple and hawkwind being well rendered by the veg collective.

    – It seemed to me (and I was at very close range – could see your songwords on the floor and examine the chips and divets in your new Fender bass) that you were temporarily transported elsewhere during the performance – where did you go to?

    – I was astonished at mwp’s guitar playing. He is clearly a rock pig par excellence. I could barely take my eyes off him.

    – Equally impressive was the drumming of Monsieur Powles. Really quite something. Watching you chaps makes me realise it’s too late to take up an instrument as there is no chance of even being 1/100th as good as you.

    – There was virtually no communication between band members beyond a few hand signals and looks. SK kept his eyes closed for most of the performance.

    – As an observer, it was fascinating. The set did not seem to be playing that long but when I looked at my watch it must have been about two hours and then there was an encore. Each piece was lengthy and layered. There were only two or three opportunities to applaud during the whole set. I found this difficult as I would have liked to clap more.

    – There was no talking amongst the crowd that I could notice. I think this was a group of ‘true believers’.

    – Ummmm….I enjoyed myself and had too much to drink. It was pouring with rain when I left the venue. I was happy though so I didn’t mind.

    Everyone have a great Christmas.



  35. avatar
    Mave | 24 December 2006 at 12:10 pm #


    Brilliant, Steven.

    Thank you.

    Good tidings for the Kristmas thang.


  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 1:42 pm #

    Love the sci theme stuff, what are you currently reading? Have a great xmas < best thoughts to all!> Thx

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 24 December 2006 at 2:55 pm #

    gb3 cd
    track 1
    absolutely gorgeous
    it is a merry xmas
    and to you and yours

  38. avatar
    restaurant mark | 24 December 2006 at 3:26 pm #

    wow…sounds like the space party was amazing! great reviews throughout! need it over here…or start video taping. would love a dvd of the magnetic strip tour. ah hell, better yet just come do it in atlanta! it’s almost christmas here…i can wish.
    steve, just read a year end bulletin from rob dickinson on myspace…if ya haven’t already, you may want to give it a read…it was very thoughtful and he said some kind things about you and marty.
    anyway…got presents to wrap…and some more presents to wrap. merry christmas to you and yours steve, and also to anyone else who may read this. it’s a pleasure to be a part of this little colony.
    take care.

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  40. avatar
    mike a | 24 December 2006 at 6:59 pm #

    A great one sk!!

  41. avatar
    kat | 24 December 2006 at 6:59 pm #

    sk, merry xmas.


  42. avatar
    syrinx | 24 December 2006 at 7:09 pm #

    Merry Christmas to the beautiful Kilbey family:

    Ellie and Minna
    Eve and Aurora
    and little Miss Scarlet who says “wow” all the time

    Blessed be – all of you.

  43. avatar
    william | 24 December 2006 at 9:38 pm #

    I dig the Solaris soundtrack too Steve — and the film. It happens to suit today’s blog as well, especially the end there…

  44. avatar
    just for you... | 25 December 2006 at 3:04 am #

    please enjoy this humble home grown low rez (from the hi deff orthodoxy un-mix…) what the kris kringle did he just say…?

    i don’t know

    luf mem

  45. avatar
    ValPasal | 25 December 2006 at 4:40 am #

    Dear Steve,

    Wishing you and your family much love, health and happiness.

    Valerie, George & Sophie

  46. avatar
    John Garratt | 26 December 2006 at 2:28 pm #

    “friction claws at us”

    But we’re crazy ’bout it.


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