posted on February 15, 2009 at 7:51 pm

molecules whirl
mirrors absorb
rivers run and run
dawn turns into night
night turns into midnight
the birds talk among themselves
the silence listens
the darkness gawks
the wilderness walks
on n on into the fields
the rain wanders in
the clouds float underneath everything
the music drifts like perfume
the empiric world
the meaningless forms
the formless meanings
the breathtaking minutes
the long long seconds leading up to this
the warm bed of family
the cold world outside

19 Responses to “the empiric world”

  1. avatar
    catchow | 15 February 2009 at 9:41 pm #

    home, sweet home! steve….

  2. avatar
    catchow | 15 February 2009 at 9:47 pm #

    home, sweet home! steve…

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    melissa | 15 February 2009 at 10:01 pm #

    I’m missing the warm bed of my family 🙂 .. sometimes travelling ain’t so fun. I didn’t realise it rained so much in syd-eney either 😉

    I loved this mornings’ blog .. beautiful SK.

    xxx

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 February 2009 at 10:28 pm #

    i hope you and your friends and family are ok!

  5. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 15 February 2009 at 10:32 pm #

    “the warm bed of family
    the cold world outside”

    To many of us life is a bit of a wilderness and family means shelter and safety.

    Today’s blog was short and sweet –literally.

  6. avatar
    Pernath | 15 February 2009 at 10:55 pm #

    i happen to play happenstance to death these days. when i’m ont listening, i’m playing it on guitar. seven chords like seven bold brush strokes to paint a landscape at night. love that Dmaj7 chord. love that change between your yearning vocals and marty’s creepy almost threatening intimately menacing icy crooning, and isnt that tim in the background with some bodiless, floating vocals above all…love the swish of the tambourine through the night, love the deeply howling slide-bow solo. grips my heart tightly and squeezes tenderly. it’s been a long time since a song gave me that feeling.

  7. avatar
    Freddie | 15 February 2009 at 11:24 pm #

    Reminds me of one of those cozy mornings
    when I would just rather not face the …uh..the empiric world.

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    veleska1970 | 16 February 2009 at 12:44 am #

    here’s a vid link about the k/k project:

    http://www.inframe.tv/videoproject.aspx?id=12

    you also get to see a glimpse of steve hard at work on his art!!

  9. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2009 at 2:00 am #

    Oh hopeless/hopeful nightingale, magic realism is like a river running under our empiric beds. Sometimes silence is the only answer available and you know it very well or… fair enough. But don’t think I’ve forgotten the thoughts of your room. It told unlikely trails. An age of Lord-knows-what for beauty is already here. Every time you leave me wordless you live me before the world. I sometimes still wish there are Edenic venues left amongst the multicultural chaos you call “magic”.

  10. avatar
    A.M. | 16 February 2009 at 2:22 am #

    Lo! The cold rule of the emperor! We’re all fixed by his gaze. How bizarre that it’s still like this, that little changes. His throne, still there, waiting for him, only now its invisible. Science, politics…the four walls of empiricism. Bah humbug, I say. Stay outside, which is to say stay in and enjoy the warm bed of family for as long as you can!!!!! All too soon the dream fades and the walls harden into an icy cage. Stay warm, Killer Bee, stay warm and make more honey… for all our sakes.

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    ScaughtFive | 16 February 2009 at 5:55 am #

    The ghost on the blasted heath.
    DeQuincy’s visitor from the East.
    Mr. Burroughs’ Dr. Benway.
    The diffuse made focused.
    My Killer awakes before Dawn.
    Rosy fingers play the 8/01.
    They are the central shaft.
    I come here often
    because I don’t go anywhere else.
    Because I watch the work
    of the Olde Master Bastard
    and don’t pay my bills
    and don’t save my pennies
    and chant the names of the Lord
    so we’ll be free
    and don’t join
    and lay it down
    in lanky parts one and two
    and take a day walk daily
    with the printed word
    of one of my oldest friends
    I’ll never ever know.

  12. avatar
    EDD | 16 February 2009 at 10:39 am #

    Oh yeah I agree. If it’s meant literally. I’m happy to have a warm home and family to come home to on the coldest of North-western nights. Happy I can afford at least that.

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    Hellbound Heart | 16 February 2009 at 11:16 am #

    families are one of those things, dunno, they can drive you nuts and shit you off something chronic at times but if you don’t have family and people that care around you, you don’t have nuffin’…..
    love always…..

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 16 February 2009 at 1:44 pm #

    is the coffee song a cover?

  15. avatar
    John Garratt | 16 February 2009 at 3:40 pm #

    Warm bed of family.

    Warm bed of family.

    Warm bed of family.

    John Garratt

  16. avatar
    John Garratt | 16 February 2009 at 3:41 pm #

    the warm bed of family the warm bed of family the warm bed of family the warm bed of family the warm bed of family

  17. avatar
    davem | 16 February 2009 at 4:48 pm #

    Half term holidays here…wish I could spend more time with the kids than I’m going to be able to manage.
    Love you more SK.
    x

  18. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 16 February 2009 at 7:37 pm #

    Without a family one has to somehow build up their own internal support system. As an unpardonable sinner I still cling to St. Martin De Porres, John Wesley and an increasingly mercurial and suspicious shrink.

    A very peaceful and mellow Chrissie Hynde graced the Riviera Theatre in Chicago last night. She’s in great shape at age 57.

  19. avatar
    steve kilbey | 16 February 2009 at 7:46 pm #

    i just want you guys to know that i love your lovely comments
    nice one specially johhny g (awwww!)
    n
    scaughtfive (poignant n eerie!)
    i approve!


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