posted on May 4, 2012 at 7:36 pm

the long morning of the world

cold clear brook

clean sky above

a wanderer in love with this earth

this ramshackle cave i live by the sea

hung with nets and flowers you see

lay down in straw and softest wool

ambrosia or nepenthe in amphorae

king of ithaca street down on the water

prince of the low tide and turtle shell

building my boat that never can float

and the wind coming in as the seas getting dark

a coldness sweeping down from the north

a sadness that penetrates the coral and seabirds

and sung by the shells down on the shore

a feeling of destiny wrecked and rusted

a feeling forgotten from hideous dream

toadfish hover in the transparent shallows

poseidon now latent in turbulent deep

i sit here alone

but i never weep

17 Responses to “terrain”

  1. avatar
    colette | 4 May 2012 at 8:09 pm #

    An unseasonal cold ‘sweeping down from the north’. Lay you down then in your ‘straw and softest wool’. Why am I reminiscing now about Yeats and Blake? … Anyway, ‘I never weep’. Methinks you don’t ‘protest enough’.

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    Boriah | 4 May 2012 at 10:04 pm #

    I command you to weep and post a pic of the event.
    Real Madrid won the spanish football league the other day. Rejoice!

    Greetings from a brothel in Kuala Lumpur

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    Kelda Kelly | 4 May 2012 at 10:06 pm #

    I sit in my cave listening to sea through a shell.

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 May 2012 at 10:21 pm #

    Great Pic n Poem !!!

    Have a great weekend Killer and company !!!

    Be healthy n Safe !!!


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    CAth Meeson | 4 May 2012 at 11:27 pm #

    Many many times have I sat alone down by the sea and wept, and written many lamenting lyrics,and prose/ poems about crying oceans and Neptune rising up to capture me, in the theme of all alone out at sea. Maybe it is easier for us women to cry, but it doesn’t mean you men shouldn’t.

    I have not a sea near me anymore, I have to drive to embrace the Oceans caress,but I have a river or two.
    Nice image, sandstone like melting, like a Dali surreal scape, Earth meets the Sea…. 🙂

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    Chris | 5 May 2012 at 12:17 am #

    Beautiful Steve. So many good poets in the music world…Cat Stevens…Nick Cave…PJ Harvey…Leonard Cohen…and yes, Johnny Rotten. I like your drawing on classical mythology, always a rich source.

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    Once | 5 May 2012 at 5:13 am #

    Love love love…amazing…

    It’s okay to weep.

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    Once | 5 May 2012 at 5:38 am #

    There is no holiday
    There is no laughter
    We run feverish through the streets
    What must I do
    Do you know how much I love you?

    Not surprised, that you don’t
    Nutter, brilliant
    Oh don’t give me your yawn
    You’re longing
    What do you want to know??
    My world has cascaded upon you.
    Do with it what you will, sir
    Do it a dirty deed.
    I need no white night on any steed
    And drown me in your river of sorrows
    I am ready
    There is no life like the life expressed
    Give to me all your distress
    I live in my own world
    You would be lucky to have access

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      Once | 5 May 2012 at 5:42 am #

      ..for my BF…he’s on vacation and I am creating like mad. We’re a perfect fit.

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        Once | 5 May 2012 at 5:45 am #

        Oh, for SK too. But he’s got all the T & A he can handle!!! God loves you, mate. I know this..

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    colette | 5 May 2012 at 7:04 am #

    Can I offer you a mocktail? A freudian slipper? The ingredients I intend to add are not what I actually add. It’s a sort of truth serum.

  10. avatar
    andy | 5 May 2012 at 9:14 am #

    remember the nepenthine EP for F.F. Killah?
    ’twas the only copy that ever existed….
    we were blown away by your reaction.
    ‘coz it came from someone who really mattered.
    blown away last week too.
    love ya no matter what steve,
    a great weekend to you and all TTB’ers all over the known(and unknown world).

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    princey | 5 May 2012 at 9:44 am #

    Once again, another beauty written by the one and only sk!
    As everyone else here, I’ve been loving these blogs you’ve written about the ancient world and Greek mythology
    . I’ll be heading to that part of the ancient world in July (Greece) and will be spending some time in my mums little village in Olympia in the Peloponnese. As you would probably know sk, that area is home to many of the ancient temples, ruins and monuments. The Temple Of Apollo and the remains of The Temple Of Zeus and Temple of Hera are somewhere nearby too, and of course the ancient Olympic Stadium…and so much more to explore, I’m SO excited!! As David Neil sings “to the ancient world, here we go, here we go, here we go-oh” 🙂

    Thanks for all your beautiful words and Samantha’s beautiful photographs,
    Love Amandaxxx

  12. avatar
    Steven Krut | 5 May 2012 at 11:16 am #

    You apparently have Internet access in this cave. Broadband, no doubt. Australia has done a good job of building out its information infrastructure to rural, remote areas. Perhaps too good. Servicemen arrive via the sea, I presume, when there’s a connection issue – emerging from below the surf and flopping up into the cave with their froggy feet fins, their wet suits qlistening, their face masks fogging with each breath. “Just a loose cable, Mr. Kilbey. That will be fifty dollars. By the way, that’s a beautiful sea nymph.” Then they re-insert their snorkel tube mouth pieces and flop back out into the waves – out to the waiting mini-sub.

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    knot | 29 November 2018 at 9:25 am #

    new rain veils
    the clandestine meetings with my brothers
    and arcane card tricks with my invisible friend
    by the railroad all spades

    walking backwards up the stairs
    pravda I pull the sun and moon and stars for you, a shiver
    syzygy to make a crown for you
    good thing your head is so big
    i’ve streetlight to make cufflinks smooth

    mish wish wist koshka pout

    does it have to come from the crypt to be cryptic
    or from the mist to be mystic
    from france to be frantic
    from a man to be manic?

    i try to explain the mistakes i’ve made
    all black clubs you didn’t hear me
    coal from a marijuana cigarette
    i can’t understand what you said
    my best friend

    you were crying in the shower
    the curtain was so thin
    jumbled reversed and back in bed again
    defy the day outside
    pick at the band-aid
    blood red pips
    cold finger tips

    always together
    we spell out the blame
    gothic diamond letters
    draw you in again

    no superstitious art is more maligned
    transformed by the aims of the dew, of you
    On the grass that suffering grew by the tracks
    before dawn

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