posted on June 3, 2011 at 3:35 pm

insouciance and latitude in spades

well i dont know how many were sent to this world

a hundred  a thousand maybe ten maybe less

sometimes i wonder where are those i arrived with

because creatures like us seem too few to begin

these words flying in and then out of my head

these numbers for me that cant mean anything

this avarice jungle  this gossiping swamplife

with its idiot sport and its pampered great sons

with its heros recast as handsome police man

with its heroines only as good and bad wives

with its insatiable hunger  its dying for diets

with its hideous thirst for the first hardest drink

with its stupidest rascals all chatting you up

with its most brutish bullies all holding you down

with its war and its whore and its bore and its gore

o my muse we need none of these things

i wonder at moments if their  hearts ever ache

for the cynosure of all eyes within

in interior chambers we whisper a secret

and it reverberates out to anterior space

o muse tell me why some prayers are unanswered

maybe they are but you just never see

people like you my friend always asking for miracles

when the immanent god has blessed you in spades…

its then that i realise i’m talking to no one

an eerie silence in an empty white skull

maybe one day my muse will desert me

maybe one day the axe will just fall

maybe i wander all severed asunder

jumping at thunder and deflecting the light

battling ogres who live in the zeitgeist

and the pyrrhic victory will be all mine

as he grasp at the offcuts of philistine fancy

a slave to new money and the old la-de-da

same swings n roundabouts but children are changed

same old rat race but its gotten past faster

when someone decided it was good to be bad

my distant reward points to a heavenly home

my ghost souvenirs from the turbulent nights

in arabicia on isle d’ capri

in solomons mines in mountain kings hall

in a discotheque called the black shangri-la

maybe i’m rambling  i should just let it all go

the kitten is purring but the clocks seem to stopped

and the sunshine is like some drug in itself

an afternoon to be gone with the mind

i imagine you reading those words with your eyes

and then even that thought is slipping away












22 Responses to “the cynosure of all eyes within”

  1. avatar
    Guitarbarella Manestar | 3 June 2011 at 4:30 pm #

    God throws us our tools….Just remember that when you see a Fomori and they accost you, conk them on the head with the oversized acorn that’s been placed in your path… Most people never pick it up.

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    DavidP | 3 June 2011 at 5:10 pm #

    I can imagine you imagining us reading over your shoulder as you type
    and you can probably imagine how I like this blog
    imagine the cynosure of connecting with the spiritual within
    and the spiritual without
    to pray and really feel yes this is being heard
    to see things unfold and realise this is actually what was prayed for
    sometimes we get helped but not in the way we expect or want
    if we ask for understanding that can mean being put into a difficult situation
    which allows for learning to take place which gives the requested understanding
    the wandering mind, not being able to concentrate on the one thing for any length of time but instead being absorbed in random reveries
    pretty much describes all of us to some degree
    add a sense of feeling out of place in a fickle world
    of there must be something more
    i think this all points to the spark of divine consciousness we all have
    which yearns and is there to be developed
    being in nature with a physical body is a framework, a system, for that to happen
    man know thyself and ye shall know the universe and the gods
    man is contained in the universe
    and the universe is contained within man
    its there to be explored
    man, the final frontier

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    andy | 3 June 2011 at 6:35 pm #

    i so enjoy reading these thoughts that rattle around in that big ‘ol brain of yours…..
    i don’t think i know of a more honest or forthright man.
    (whatever that means).

    after much ado…i’m back on-line (fingers crossed)!

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    aisatsu | 3 June 2011 at 7:39 pm #

    I love the photos of you in front of windows when the words are like transport. Whatever the visual equivalent of onomatopoeia and your blog would be.

    (mangled that but i’m sure someone else can fix it – very very late)

  5. avatar
    princey | 3 June 2011 at 9:21 pm #

    Love your writing sk, I always learn a new word or two..thanks.

    Counting down the days til GB3 next Friday, yay 🙂
    love Amanda

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 4 June 2011 at 12:56 am #

    We all may be to fixated on listing our woes, troubles, and pains. If we stood still and counted all our blessings. Maybe than we can see if life equals out or are we ahead/behind.

    I am guilty of not ‘counting my blessings’, this I must do a better job of to really focus on the picture framed as life.

    Have a great weekend to everyone…

    Darrin K.

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    Anonymous | 4 June 2011 at 2:46 am #

    how often once we’re here is it that life makes us forget we’re only travelling through and the experience won’t die (too) when our bodies lay to rest so I really think it’s true …what an old friend once told (and others before him)our soul is what is life; and speaking of a muse is how fortunate you are to have the winds bring so many lullabyes into the heart of one man’s eyes he doesn’t wish to close — there’s a true story someone told me many many years ago; it’s too long for this “reply,” but there never has been another like that same tale told, and then I read things never heard but still recognized from before and it’s good you’re listening to this world.

  8. avatar
    Boriah | 4 June 2011 at 8:10 am #

    I got your words. See you somewhere along the Greenwich meridian.

  9. avatar
    ??? | 4 June 2011 at 9:19 am #

    That is a sun drenched sleepy looking day you seem be having in the photo.
    You keep writing and I keep reading.

  10. avatar
    Ess | 4 June 2011 at 10:34 am #

    One of my lessons in life is to bear to be misunderstood, I said
    So you have a problem with everyone misunderstanding you, she said
    I think I’m having one right now, I said
    But I’m sure you have it with everyone, she said
    Well no, sometimes someone just sees who I am, I said
    But most of the time you feel misunderstood, she said
    I’m not wallowing in my martyrdom if that’s what you mean, I said
    Let me take away those feelings for you, she said
    But I don’t want to live in your town, I said
    I like who I am and I want to find others, I said
    That’s almost impossible, she said
    Well so you might say, I said
    How many have you found, she said
    Well, not that many, I said
    Doesn’t that say something about you, she said
    No I think it says you have no imagination, I said
    I think it says that I have walked in the wrong door, I said
    But they are all the same, she said
    Only in your universe, I said
    We are all the same and I see you as I am, she said
    As I close another door behind me

  11. avatar
    hellbound heart | 4 June 2011 at 4:22 pm #

    keep travelling through this strange terrain….love it

  12. avatar
    Ess | 5 June 2011 at 8:32 am #

    when the ennui takes its place
    you don your webbed winter veils
    over spiralling refractions
    whispering on mass
    threatening, beguiling, wavering, expounding
    barely even spoken, inaudible if heard
    you invest and then divest your veils in dusky well worn hideouts
    you weave willow that depreciates in dusty storms that ride you out
    nonplussed and non viable, and faintly unenviable
    stalked timidly inside the graves of wayfarers aplenty
    the driftwood washes against your shores the ones you left uncharted
    the veils protect to slither intact over herrings sold and martyred
    until salome unfurls, now billowing and ripe to evict
    with blessings of your bleakest blame under all your sun kissed feet
    unless by chance you checked your spots, both blind and in blurry
    and an arrow spiked your mesmerised foray
    and you deciphered the cryptic nihilist
    and you looked in the place you most needed to hide
    in the hardest yards of borders, bleeding from each inside
    the harbour needs just its master for its tides again to rise

  13. avatar
    Heather daydream | 5 June 2011 at 11:38 am #

    your muse never deserts you, because you honour her

  14. avatar
    david | 5 June 2011 at 7:47 pm #

    youv helped so many of us forge ourselves …wishing you the same peace…

  15. avatar
    david | 5 June 2011 at 8:13 pm #

    …thats forget…works both ways though i suppose..

  16. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen | 5 June 2011 at 10:58 pm #

    I’ve been listening to Forget Yourself and After Everything Now This all day. To me these albums are masterpieces.

    One of the The Church’s greatest strengths as a unit is your ability to create drama and intensity without resorting to bombastic sound effects and production values.

  17. avatar
    Ron Bonham | 6 June 2011 at 4:40 am #

    Back home in hot hot Texas after recording the Black Ships first show for them, 10,000 miles in 5 days, super-tired but wiser for the time. It was a good one! I got the razz from some Uk folk about loving the Crunch so much, had to state my case by pointing out the fact your band influenced; the Smiths, Stone Roses AND Radiohead; FACT!


  18. avatar
    unconcerned | 6 June 2011 at 11:14 am #

    Today’s two interesting stories:

    Left in a trance:

    and late 70’s sci-fi living:

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    dwe11er | 6 June 2011 at 1:53 pm #

    your words encourage. my muse dissolved a time ago. a subconscious projected behest: a behemoth of impulse and egoversaturation. left me hungry but learned. a filling fast.

    what an inspiration you have been. observe. interpret. learn. modify but hopefully not ill. we take with us what we desire to transmit… piecemeal. with good intent and hopefully not bad. self-reference maybe. self-reverence hopefully. hopefully not self-idolatry. you add fuel to fiery desire. hopefully not covetousness. parasitism exists on all levels: host. community. planet. sun. galaxy. universe.

    we accept your love. ingest. and give. …thank you and I am sorry.

  20. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 6 June 2011 at 11:21 pm #

    Spot on Sara !!!

  21. avatar
    muse | 22 June 2011 at 11:52 pm #

    Now THAT is beeeeautiful. Man, what talent with words. Awesome. 🙂

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