posted on February 11, 2010 at 5:07 am

i sit on the wall with my baby
whose just dressed in her faded knickers
her wild locks doth blow and bobbing in the ionized winds
we look out to the distant horizons
as the storm comes in upon us
oh storm come unto me
the old milky sun reduced to a joke
struggling to be heard over the rising tumult of the storm
my succulence and my heliotropes move by natures unseen hand
words flow to me in non mechanistic streams
words in other languages pour into english
my deep self reads it all
i let it sort it all out
up in the speed of thought
which is 666 times quicker than light
the words appear to me on old fashioned reels
in my head pyramids revolve flashing symbols and numbers
and glyphs and hieroglyphs
and pictures of nude blonde american women in b/w
baby runs inside to get away from the frowning sky
but i remain savouring the coolness
rejoicing in the miracle of holy life
and convinced more than ever
of some supreme fucking genius
who is behind everything
the marrow in our bones
the electricity that animates our flesh
our place within the big picture
the regulation of the heavenly bodies
the songwriter for the birds
the architect of mountains
the painter of skies
so huge and benevolent he is not seen
call him zeus call him deus
call him vishnu
call him the unnamed
well this world
know well this world
this world which seems so ordinary
this world which seems so tame
oh baby baby its a wild world
full of yoga and magic
everybody contradicting everybody else
the experts disagree on EVERYTHING
each age disagrees with the last and the next
youth mocks age
age scorns youth
man and woman fucking each other over n up
everybody so convinced as they preach their left wing right wing
i cant tell the real from the unreal
i keep on swallowing more misinformation more disinformation
i cant tell
who can tell
so i feel it
i feel the storm
the real storm coming out of nowhere
across the sky and for a moment it seems it will blow over
my tiny fig tree grooving in the zephs
baby comes back out with her stormy eyes
little baby frowning like the february skies
late summer child careless in disarray
sitar music n incense
old white hippy drippy moses inculcating an atmosphere
of faux spirituality in his bondi pad/ dump/ shack/place
w.h.m. leading you back to the promise of land
the promise of rock n roll…thou shall be released
my box set of solo records will get you started
ignore the drum machine and watch the time just being
burn my music burn my eye
order me from eye tunes
order me to go on a quest
baby comes in and eats some grapes
she like some old time film star
with her improbable lip
curvy hip
and her eyes reflecting the stormy vault overhead
her teeth are big and white
and she moves like puck or ariel would
we are alone here together
on this unlikely afternoon
i am the impressionist poet
who writes the first thing that comes into his head
from his deepest self
to his shallowest manifestation
a voice guides me
baby herself is not to be guided at all
she plays with the shrubs n her little creatures
and bounces her head from side to side
she kisses my back as she goes inside
just once
just ever so lightly
come back out here i command in a gruff voice
no she says
i dont want to

20 Responses to “the approaching storm”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2010 at 9:34 am #

    All of yesterday's blog – for 15 comments?
    Ever wonder if you can still be arsed with it…?

  2. avatar
    eek | 11 February 2010 at 10:20 am #

    She's got you wrapped around her little finger! And I'm pretty sure she knows it too.

    I enjoyed reading this.

  3. avatar
    matt davison | 11 February 2010 at 11:43 am #



    Bless you.



  4. avatar
    Celticat | 11 February 2010 at 12:43 pm #

    I can be arsed with it!!

    Huundreds read – many don't comment.

    I love storms, I love the cloud formations, the lightning, the cool change, the violence of the gift of life, its all in perspective.

    Feel the wind, don't just get blown away – feel the rain don't just get wet.


    Bunbury WA

  5. avatar
    Freddie | 11 February 2010 at 2:26 pm #

    There is a sort of quickening just before a storm. You can feel the charge of energy; gotta love that.

    Anon @8:34, sometimes one comment is worth 100 and sometimes 100 don’t even add up to one. Comments…bah!!!

  6. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 11 February 2010 at 2:47 pm #

    Creationism is ok with me.

  7. avatar
    bc | 11 February 2010 at 3:27 pm #


  8. avatar
    Ellen | 11 February 2010 at 3:55 pm #

    I definitely believe that there is "intelligent design" (aka GOD) behind the whole thing. I don't believe for a minute that it just so happened a bunch of atoms and molecules just "happened" to get together in perfect harmony. It'd be like saying that all the instruments and notes just happened to line up perfectly to form a symphony.

    We are living in a time of information overload! I just gotta turn it all off at least ONCE a day – Facebook, Twitter, IPhone, PC, etc., etc. It's TMI all the time.

  9. avatar
    Cee | 11 February 2010 at 4:02 pm #

    Just because people don't comment doesn't mean people aren't reading.

    "regresa aqui" le digo con una brusca voz.
    ella dice "no"
    "no quiero."

  10. avatar
    knot | 11 February 2010 at 6:43 pm #

    “like two doomed ships that pass in storm we had crossed each other's way: but we made no sign, we said no word, we had no word to say.”


  11. avatar
    knot | 11 February 2010 at 7:09 pm #

    perfect telemetry in silver spans
    angels can only read the message
    latin alabaster
    distance and no sign of light from above
    in the silence of the bed
    in the splendid eye that is half open
    revelation in night's duration
    that love can be written
    inkless and formless
    unbreakable as the highest name
    as simple as sheets, or a cobweb

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2010 at 9:32 pm #

    beautiful post


  13. avatar
    cazziem | 11 February 2010 at 9:33 pm #

    I envy you the storm SK, and truly hope the little ones learns to love them as much as you and I. Each time I listen to File Under Travel, my car stereo get turned up full pelt and I can enjoy my own personal storm, and it works even better when air-con is up high, cos that adds to the sound effect.
    The whole of this blog was interesting for me, but I have to say when you refer to the great creator, my favourite line has to be ‘the song writer for the birds’; brilliant!!!

  14. avatar
    m.p.k | 11 February 2010 at 9:38 pm #

    "the experts disagree on EVERYTHING"

    Good enough to become my new email signature. So true.

  15. avatar
    m.p.k | 11 February 2010 at 10:01 pm #

    definitely believe that there is "intelligent design" (aka GOD) behind the whole thing. I don't believe for a minute that it just so happened a bunch of atoms and molecules just "happened" to get together in perfect harmony.

    I don't believe that these are the only two choices. I can imagine countless ways the whole thing could have come into being.

  16. avatar
    m.p.k | 11 February 2010 at 10:11 pm #

    Your post got me thinking about polarizations and oppositions. That it's all a sham… They want you to think there are 2 possibilities and you have to pick one side or the other. Then they feed off that energy. But really there are countless possibilities. Randomness or "intelligent design" for example. That's not an either or choice, it could have happened millions of ways. Democrat or Republican. Both are ineffective. It's not capitalism or socialism. There are countless gradations and those already exist. I will choose my own choice and it's not out of opposition, but because it's my choice. Most likely it doesn't align oppositionally with anyone in particular.

  17. avatar
    Jasperina | 11 February 2010 at 10:22 pm #

    Made me think of a friend whose mother takes a knife out into the backyard to "cut" the approaching storm. A haunting and evocative image.

  18. avatar
    simonlawlor | 11 February 2010 at 10:43 pm #

    "…frowning like the february skies"

    keep this

    anon834 – less comments = SK saying said all there needs to be said

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 11 February 2010 at 11:55 pm #


  20. avatar
    Saint Louie | 12 February 2010 at 4:48 am #

    Steve & All Loving Fans,

    OK…I'm not crazy, I guess I'm mourning right now. Everyone does it differently, but I have to get this message across…

    My Dad passed this last Tuesday on 2-2-10 (his bday was 2-18-10), God Bless his spirit and thanks for the condolences everyone. He was not only my Dad, but my best friend. I know you heard it all before, but…

    Ya know, as much as I did not know my father when I was younger (like everyone else I guess)…it took several tragedies to know Dad over the years, but after knowing him and becoming my best friend for the last 20 years (I'm now 37 on Valentine's Day the 14th)…I just have one word of advice for anyone listening out there.

    "No matter what, and I mean if you hate em' or love em'…please o' please just go say "Hi" and give a good kiss to good ole' Mom or Pops…or brother and sister, son or daughter. You NEVER REALLY KNOW do you!??"

    I mean, I(we) paid plenty of visits more so than my own family, but even at that it still does not seem enough! I visited him every weekend until the day he met the maker, but it still never seems enough, always regrets no matter what.

    Life is too short to waddle in self hatred or restraints regardless what you feel. An old quote from my Dad…"Hey Kraig, we never had much and we never seem to get anywhere with our own self-employment adventures, but at least we have each other, that's for sure!" Tiny tidbit bad thing that happened, LOL.: Plus, I feel really bad I threw a pizza at him one time (& purposely missed & did not hit him thankfully, he later laughed) when he kept pestering me about paying for dinner for helping out at the house…how said is that? I'm not a saint, but I hopefully DO think I was VERY Loyal to my Dad and did everything I could DO to give him a happy life for the last 20 some years?

    He considered me his best friend, so much, that he put me in charge of everything after he died..weeks before: we talked about life, love, the universe, philosophy, death, rebirth, afterlife, Carpenters, SK, The Church, etc…you name it, we talked about it…I'll truly miss his arss!

    That will ALWAYS stick with me…just as Steve and ALL his fans have stuck with EACH OTHER over the years, but may not know each other from day to day, same as my Dad…he always loved and spoke with strangers & friends, and within that we have our families, and within our families we have much love, tragedy, turmoil, hopefully little hate, bunch o' silliness, the list goes on…

    I guess what I'm trying to say is that as much as I knew him …I THOUGHT I REALLY KNEW HIM, but do you ever really KNOW someone no matter how close, only yourself you do!!??

    He gave to charity, children, bums, saints, the church, and anyone he could "in need", that is, when he could afford it…same goes for anyone reading this…just give to anyone past or present, anyplace or anytime, regardless whether it's family OR friends, to strangers, money, token, praise, smile, handshake, help, encouragement.

    Most of all…just give LOVE!

    God Bless You ALL!

    P.S. A message from my Dad Kenny…he loved his family, friends, my friends, my music, and everyone who listened to my music…so the World DOES transcend and Karma DOES play a crucial role whether it IS A very small role or whether it's a BIG role YOU WILL always be rewarded under good intentions!

    Let HIS (and your loved ones) kind and 'ever so friendly SPIRIT's transcend into each and every one of us!

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