posted on January 15, 2010 at 5:32 am

surprise surprise
its still summer
and the sheer weight of it
comes down on me in our mediocre concrete backyard
a garden it aint
its hot n still n humid
someone hammers
someone shouts out
children squabble
taxis pull up
the shop sells its milk n eggs n cigs n newspapers
the time being inc pty ltd
sits in his messy art junk room
on my desk right now is :
a can of fix
a pot of gold paint
a huge double tiered box of pastels
now sadly out of order n missing a few dead soldiers
other pastels of different types
have infiltrated the once strict order of my box
can you imagine how delightful the original pristine thing looked
a sweep thru the colours from black to white in about 200 pastels
some of em lie unused untouched in their positions
others are stubs n bits n pieces
some are just empty
pastels a l’ecu by sennelier
my art guru/deelah holly got them for me years ago
theyre like my main axe
since then she got me some iridescent pastels
now mixed up with the others
theyre the same brand n look the same but when they go on…..
now i always start with black i dont use the iridescents so much
but they can really fuck up your black paint with a slimy residue
also holly sent me a box of portrait pastels
and another box of another type n now theyre all pitifully mixed up
my pan pastels (pot pastels actually (ha ha on many levels))
i have paintbrushes
i have erasers
(no i wont call them rubbers , mr humphries…)
i also have one box of my mothers book
i will sell them to you direct and give money to her (maybe)
just paypal me $ 25 and say its for book
n i personally will post em to ya!
i will autograph each copy myself
heres some quotes from her book to pique yer interest
“she was sure steven had great potential as a pianist
and this pleased his dad no end
(then some events occur)
we never saw her again! you blew it, didnt you, steve?”
and try this
“steve and russell were sitting and i was queuing
when a fellow rushed up to me
giving me a big hug saying
what on earth are you doing here?
i was taken aback and looked over to my sons
who were both staring in amazement
i felt sorry for this man really
he must have felt like such a fool when he realized his error
and i wasnt whoever he thought i was!”
or…..what mum…hmmm……?
and finally
check out this scorcher
” i managed to undress steven
and telling him to look at his sooty book,
i climbed on to the top bunk
hoping for oblivion”
freud’d love it…..
but beware theres not too much me in this book
its quite a colourful story
of times n lives that are quite diff’rent to the modern bop
anyway if you were an absolute kilbey compleatist
then you would have to say this is essential
i have my old headphones which some unknown kid busted
scarlet it wasnt me
eve it wasnt me
aurora it wasnt me
my new expensive headphones meant for studio work
random tubes of paint
jet black
flame red
some remote controls
an easel
some paper
business letters
dictionary of the vulgar tongue
queer as dicks hatband : out of order
pursy : short- breathed or foggy
pushing school : a brothel
quail-pipe : a womans tongue
i also have a battery recharger
and bits of wire
and some window cleaner
pencils n applicators
blah blah blah
ok gotta go now
n do something meaningful
strike a blow for the caws
in spades
yers truly ruly unruly too
n bondi

13 Responses to “summer endless”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 January 2010 at 8:00 am #

    love .xo

  2. avatar
    princey | 15 January 2010 at 10:04 am #

    Can u bring a Joyce book to Castlemaine gig and I'll pay ya pure cash for it?

    Ok, howsabout a poem for next blog? (pleeeease with a cherry ontop:))
    love manda

  3. avatar
    Freddie | 15 January 2010 at 1:21 pm #

    Be careful killer, one can tell a lot about a man by going through his junk. 😉

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 January 2010 at 1:25 pm #

    the kilbey compleatist . . . worth nothing while yer still alive . . . but maybe hell of a lot when your dead (or . . . maybe not?) . . . what's that all about, can you tell me? And, if true, how does that make you feel? does it make you want to keep your stuff and your scrawly signatures to yourself? I've always wondered, but not (yet) in a position to have a personal point of view there.

    BTW, you need to re-borrow the movie camera.

    Wilfred P

  5. avatar
    cazziem | 15 January 2010 at 9:08 pm #

    Sounds to me like a detailed description of organised chaos it what you have chosen to share with us today Mr K. However, I have to say I’m a little cross over your TOIP offer. When you mentioned the book a few months back I hot-footed, or should that be hot-clicked it, to Karmic and was sorely disappointed to be told out of stock and no plans to re-print. I’m guessing my response was correct though in that Karmic would end up with a lot more request after your blog. Needless to say when I found out I placed my order and have been informed it’s on its way, and now you offer it with you signature. What’s a girl to do? Maybe I should get 2 one to read and one for guests to admire?

  6. avatar
    cazziem | 15 January 2010 at 9:18 pm #

    Oh, forgot to say, that your summer should be cooling down just now if our I Blighty opposite climate is anything to go by. Whilst you had heat and sun, we’ve had snow, ice and minus temperatures and the country almost came to a standstill, no DID come to a standstill in place. However, today we had a massive 5°C in my part of the country!

    Oh, and I thought I’d put that protestant work ethic to good use too. So next week I’m working 12:00PM – 12:00AM! Yeah, I’ll be awake practically the same hours as you people in Australia, although it won’t be sunshine I’ll be enjoying, it’ll be moonshine and I somehow don’t think I’ll get very tanned on it. Haha! Mind you the moon and stars are a far more attractive view than the sun don’t you think?

  7. avatar
    Thomas Irvin | 15 January 2010 at 9:26 pm #

    Loved the pan pot reference, ha ha on many levels indeed.

  8. avatar
    Richard | 15 January 2010 at 10:30 pm #

    (my summer)

    our place has an interrupted view of a bit of the Arafura Sea

    we look northwest straight out the mouth of Darwin Harbour

    Darwin Harbour is no Sydney Harbour

    but most of it is truly wild
    and it is much, much, bigger

    everything about it is big

    the mangrove forests
    the mudflats and reefs
    the dugongs, dolphins, turtles, crocs and rays
    the massive, violent, tides

    and tonight it is STUNNING

    the huge rains we've had mean that there is absolutely no smoke or dust

    the air is crystal clear
    and the horizon is razor sharp

    you can see the tops of passing ships whose hulls are below the line of sight
    and storm clouds that are more than 100k's away

    and, sharpest of all, you can see the red and the green markers of the shipping channel

    usually lost in the haze
    but now
    lighting up the way out


    as I can't help but see this extraordinary part of the world tonight
    the way in

  9. avatar
    Jasperina | 15 January 2010 at 11:07 pm #

    Nothin like the sight of a pristine pack of pastels. All those sacred colours. Gives me shivvers up my spine. I can't believe you start with the black! I saw some beautiful pastel sketches of Cockatoo Island where a layer of black ink was applied to the paper first. They were cool.

  10. avatar
    Warpedjohn | 16 January 2010 at 1:38 am #

    I've been meaning to post this for a while now .
    I think there may be an SK painting hanging in a big Western Sydney public hospital. Very occasionally my work has taken me to Nepean Hospital near Penrith west of Sydney. On the 1st floor of one wing,if you go in what I think is the main entrance when you come out of the lifts ( elevator ) there is a small size painting on the wall of 3 blond alolescent boys on a suburban looking house roof.
    Its title is something like "3 boys on roof -summer " and the signature looks like S Kilbey.
    If it is indeed SK hundreds of people view it each day or at least spend time near it awaiting the lifts. Better exposure than in a gallery or a home.

  11. avatar
    M E M | 16 January 2010 at 3:00 am #

    …how odd
    my life…

    …you know
    some day…

    …i'll have
    you paint…

    …my portrait
    as v.gogh…


    …u can
    call it…

    …do u


    …such foolish

    …i just download

    from SM


    …how its needed

    me when

    came out…

    i worshiped

    ..was perplex
    by that


    i was living



    walking to the

    …sand in


    how can

    describe such?

    i remember

    i knew
    someone who

    knew you

    she would

    me stories…

    i was so

    what was

    it was


  12. avatar
    davem | 16 January 2010 at 6:02 am #

    But they ARE rubbers!!

  13. avatar
    lily was here | 17 January 2010 at 12:16 am #

    It's an excellent read of Joyce and Les's life together, in the UK, their new beginnings in Oz with Steve, with great pix of the Kilbey boys when young! And a bit (just a bit) of an insight into the workings of SK's character 🙂

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