posted on March 5, 2006 at 12:45 am

strange morning
but
more of the same
its one of those dark warm brooding mornings
until the obvious olde sun showed up
ruining the mystery
and undoing all the delicate potential
the morning had possessed
like a “straight” at a boheemian party
the sun tried to chat up the clouds
who were uninvited themselves
and eventually all the guestsnghosts
fled this fiery boor
(like a liberal supporter on crystal meth and beer)
and left me
yer humble disappointed hero
holding the pieces in my hands
oh well
thats what im here for
at 8 oh clock
i arouse
and took eve
and aurora
and jazzy wm
(virtuallythe 3rd doodle, who was havin a sleepover)
out in my borrowed car
to cruise the eastern suburbs of sydney
early sunday morning style
while it was still warm and overcast
anyway we came to this park
a big plateau over looking the harbour
we jump out
walk thru some nice little arbours
oh dear
some nasty “kidss” have left like
20 empty bottles of vodka and lemonade
some smashed
cmon “kidss” thats not nice now
take it from a booring olde fuddy daddy
like me
i hope yer hangovers are a’throbbin’ goode
ye imbeciles
see ya at an a a meetin’ in 10 years time
anyway
on the plateau
you can see the oprah house
the hubba bridge
the yachts baybee
just like in night sequence
look at those housies
look at that reel estate
this bit of sydney
werth more money than all
the rest of austy put 2gether
you can have the eastern subs
or all the rest
plus tasmania
and papua/ng
and / or
nz
and
canada?!
no youre stickin’ with the eastern subs
goode t’inkin’
course mell-bin is a nice city too
but its nothing like sydney, darlin’
im sorry
but its true
anyway
(sydnees badde bits amongst worst in whirled)
the kiddiwinks play amongst themselves
sk feeling reflective
lookin at the city et al
as sundae morning heaved itself in to the sky
sitting here
all alone
except for
a fat old beagle hound
of indeterminate sex
with a name tag of charlie
this dog comes over
and commiserates with me
sort like one olde fella to another
brrrr feel the winter in the air olde been
not gettin’ any younger.woof.how are you?
mustnt grumble charlie…not too bad
that your pups over there is it?
i nod.
what all 3 of em?
yeah charlie i got triplets
charlie gives a little growl
allows me to fondle his ridiculously big ears
and then snorting to himself
he plonks himself down
and goes to sleep
next thing i know
busloads of japanese tourists show up
like aliens exploring earth
all of em listening intently
to their leaders
young handsome samurais in pinstripe suities
giving em the guff on syddanee in nipponese
after they are tired of gushing and posing
against the syd skyline
they spot me and charlie
me in my shorts boots and cowboy hat
big white beard and suntanned brown
and fucking charlie
i bet they just dont have dogs like charlie
in tokyo
somehow
anyway
these crazy jap tourists think they got some kinda
arch aussie stereotype photo opportunity here
even the biggest ninny in the world coulda seen it
olde fella and his doggy juxtad against
the ultra modern skyline of syddnee
surrepticiously they all creeping around
snapping me and my erstwhile canine comrade
one quite attractive middle aged lady comes over
she smiles at me
and pets charles
she shoulda done it the other way around
she aint charlies cup of human at all
he sniffs aristocratically
refolds his paws
goes back to sleep
the cheeky jappies are now boldy clicking me
and my triplets
i start to leave this joint
the kids spot me leaving
and start to run
i start running too
charlie doesnt though
he cant be arsed to run
he hasnt for years…
we jump in car
we have argument over who is gonna sit where
oh please please please evie can i sit there?
ok dad…i guess you are driving after all…
we head off to a lovely harbour beach
altho we dont have our swimmers
we arrive the kidss play
we walk up away from beach
up the side to a hill
another little woodland park
running down to cliffs and then the sea
dad cant you do yer chi gong while we play
yeah ok
but its hard with all that screaming and yabbering
down to a strange little beachie
on a tiny little like island bit
the kidss play with shells n stuff
im sitting there in this wild luxuriant little bay
all around incredible mansions
w/ luxury launches
stud the shoreline
swimming pools
movie stars
sydneys olde money
one place has a fairy tale tower added on
all have beautiful tree lined gardens
sloping down to a private dock
and boathouse
wow
overcome by pure envy
i sit bathed in its poisonous rays
the girls start screamin’
even louder than usual
theyve found this big ball of green matter
impossible to say what it is
its washed up
and the everpresent ants are attacking
and it moves
its moving around
in the universal language of agony
i get a cupple of sticks
and try to roll in gently into the sea
a wave comes and collects it
as it hits the water
it emits a huge inky explosion
of pure purple
its a big sea slug
is this some kind of relative
of the sea snail that the ancient phoenicians
extracted the purple dye from?
it took thousands of those critters
to dye one roman senators togas hem..
any way we were quite shocked
i hope it got away safely
ya see somethin new every day
there ya go
that was my morning
see ya later
sk

20 Responses to “stranger behind my eyes”

  1. avatar
    Fandorin | 5 March 2006 at 2:40 am #

    beautiful. why does the other side of the world have to be so far away on the other side..

  2. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 5 March 2006 at 3:45 am #

    sounds like an epic adventure…
    M.J.N.JR.

  3. avatar
    dig | 5 March 2006 at 3:45 am #

    Hi SK
    That was one of the most truly simple and beautiful stories I have ever read, SERIOUSLY!
    I had a beagel, loved that dog! I was glad to hear Charlie was old fat and couldn’t be arsed,cos those dogs love their freedom and are great escape artists, they’re the Harry Houdini(good name for a dog) of the the dog world.

    As jealous I am of people with lots of dough, I got a little peek into that world. I was working a pub in Toorak(for anyone who doesn’t know Melbourne most expensive suburb)mostly everyone who came in was a local. I have to say the majority were the most bitter, greedy and nasty people I had ever met, spose thats what it takes if you want cash that bad. Almost every coversation I heard was about money and jealously, Iike, “the business made 3.4m last year or such and such is going to lose his house he had a bad year and lost seven hundred grand.” That’s all I heard most of the time, I never heard anyone say isn’t it a nice day outside. They just had share market figures in their head or talked about who had the biggest yatch, the biggest beachhouse, the biggest dick etc.
    I don’t know I always thought if you got to that level of wealth you’d be happy, but it just seemed like the richer these people were the more anxiety and the more they had to lose or work hard for, doing something they hated. Spose thats keeping up with the joneses ain’t it. Like Elle Mac bitterly said once “I’m not rich, I have to keep working, I don’t have a lear jet, yet.”

    Anyway thanks SK for that story, really enjoyed that!!
    Dig

  4. avatar
    Daberhasher | 5 March 2006 at 4:30 am #

    i’ve missed the sunday blog…
    nice beach day, sounds like…
    hope the folks in the mansions
    appreciated it…
    if not, their loss…

    hmmm, think of those tourists showing their pics back home…
    “we saw Crocodile Kill-Bee and
    his bush dog in Sydney…”

    really enjoyed yesterday’s blog as well… made me remember a quote of yours i’m sure to mangle, but i’ve always dug it…

    “…just because it didn’t mean anything when i wrote it, doesn’t mean i didn’t mean it… if you know what i mean…”

    yeah, i think i do…

    aloha,
    ee

  5. avatar
    mike a | 5 March 2006 at 4:42 am #

    I used to have a beagle named Bongo – he was the best dog in the world!!!

    Ah, I envy you walking the beaches, I live here in the midwestern US near Chicago and it’s cold!!!! I’m looking forward to spring!!

  6. avatar
    captainmission | 5 March 2006 at 4:52 am #

    What a wonderful read.
    Dogs are smart, they know who to trust.
    I hear in the Sea Slug Kingdom they are building a mythology around a strange being who walked the land and saved their king from certain death.
    Nice one.
    You’re Blogs are getting a bit brilliant.

  7. avatar
    missywm | 5 March 2006 at 5:31 am #

    the lucky little quasi-triplets had an enchanting adventure with daddy-o
    thanks for extending the magic to the adoptee
    as always
    hypnotic writing

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2006 at 5:33 am #

    they spot me and charlie
    me in my shorts boots and cowboy hat
    big white beard and suntanned brown

    hee hee
    you’re funny sk
    what a lovely sunday

    i hope my
    sunday morning
    is as full of adventure
    (tomorrow that is)
    love
    diane

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2006 at 5:36 am #

    Ha! The slug and beagal got more of your attention than the wealthy .
    Thats gotta mean something!

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2006 at 6:04 am #

    I just wanted to say I’m really growing to like this little community/ little cyber village.
    Some of you guys have great blogs too.
    Cheers
    “anonymous said”

  11. avatar
    rehan from Sri Lanka | 5 March 2006 at 6:36 am #

    Wow that’s a really cool morning! Had a nice one myself when i woke up really early and listened to “Priest=Aura”, “Isidore” and Marty’s “Hanging out in Heaven”
    Oh and greetings to the good Cap’n as well!

  12. avatar
    sue cee | 5 March 2006 at 6:46 am #

    Loved your sunday mornin’ reflections. Those Japarazzi, they’re everywhere man! 🙂

  13. avatar
    kurtez | 5 March 2006 at 7:11 am #

    Part I: Japanese Tourists. I was working at a tourist attraction in Vancouver, 1989, dressed as a f****** racoon, waving to passers-by, giving the f-u sign (with an ever-present smile) back to passing motorists in Corvetts who, as fate would have it, would turn out to be my best friends. Back in the parking lot, groups of five Japanese tourists at a time would unload from the bus and you do the math, they wanted their photos taken with every multiple of four possible.

    Part II: throwing things back to the sea. It’s a good thing, but don’t turn your back to the ocean….lost one co-worker already this month, in the
    Dominican Republic, wading knee-deep on the beach; rogue wave came along and said ‘come with me’. Funerals suck.

  14. avatar
    fergal | 5 March 2006 at 8:01 am #

    did those honourable tourists from nippon
    have cameras for eyes?
    ~

  15. avatar
    Brad | 5 March 2006 at 8:23 pm #

    I enjoyed that. Thank you. I relate to a lot of what you describe, but today in particular, my beach, my side of the planet. The rich folks set up in plasticondos but wandering around wearing gold at the beach, not really feeling the sun, or pretending to be bikers (bike week here). Easy Rider lost on all. Or other awkward tourists facinated by things I don’t even notice anymore. I guess a bit jelous on that count really.

    b

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 5 March 2006 at 9:09 pm #

    Sounds like somwhere between Rose Bay & Watsons Bay to me.
    Am I correct?

  17. avatar
    eek | 5 March 2006 at 11:15 pm #

    That was beautiful.

    Made me feel as if I was there.

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 March 2006 at 1:30 am #

    Nice sk,

    In reading about Apple/ipod I came across this picture…apparently the crunch is waist deep in controversy concerning the alleged video ipod.

    http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/3782/appleav0ix.jpg

  19. avatar
    chukleslovakia | 6 March 2006 at 1:53 pm #

    my new entanglement is to enjoy the beauty in all i see here, on this side of our planet. thank you mr. kilbey for making is so clear.

  20. avatar
    12str | 6 March 2006 at 4:13 pm #

    giant steps are what you take man!
    logging in after a couple of daze,finding a lot of encouraging inzpiration on here….
    pleased as usual..

    12str


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