posted on July 17, 2008 at 9:15 pm

yeah thats me
alone in this house full of childrens voices
i pass the winter at my window
i watch the world go by
no one sees me
no one hears me
i light my fire and watch the flames
many years ago……ah! whats the use…
i walk down by the shore of the deserted sea at dawn
i am utterly alone
as alone as birth and death
as alone as the earth itself spinning through nights and days
a planet would you believe…..?!
a baby planet crawling with its living things
i remember how god planted a garden eastward in eden
west of the land of nod
i remember that garden had roses and shiny black panthers
and it had buttercups and herons and cranes
it had warm lovely cuddly lions and snow white lambs
it had fruit in the trees
the morning sun poured down
angels surrounded me then
half invisible
they spoke inside my mind in music and words
they gave me their gift of song just to converse
they sang
oh dont walk there you man
where thorns are sharp
and snakes are quick
(another took up the song)
follow us along these verdant lanes
for the garden is large
you could become lost!
(and then another began)
oh sweet blackberries
oh sweet oranges
sleep in the shade
you man who needs to rest
(and then all of them)
man with your soul
soul with your man
oh your father really loves you
so follow us
to arbours cool
to blissful bowers
to sacred groves…
i’m struggling to remember the rest
when i remember that i’m wandering along
on this cold july morning by this greying sea
is that really me
that old straggler almost alone
i say almost
because there is a one legged gull
hopefully hopping along alongside me
wondering when i will put out something she can eat
is this then my dawn companion in the autumn of my life?
the sea is supernally still
a fog emerges silvering everything
the gull and i stay close together
she’s a beautiful bird
oh i grow quite fond of her inside this fog
by the stillest sea
the quiescent sea
we stand there gull and i
me on my 2 legs
gull on her one
once i was your wife she said
you were the king of the gulls
and i, seastarling, your wife
i turn around to look at the gull
but she has gone
i hear her voice somewhere in the air
now i have no leg
and you have no wings…..
at the sound of her tiny voice
the ocean began to gently move again
as if freeing itself from a trance
tell me about eden says the sea
and it extends a foamy hand for me to shake
eden ….eden…oh ha ha i say
no seriously…says the sea
ok i say
eden …hmmmm…let me see i said
the 4 rivers
pison
gihon
hiddekel
why i knew those rivers! says the sea
euphrates…i continue
but tell me of that garden says the sea
adding sadly…i never see any gardens, you know
oh the garden the garden i say
but my memories have withered within their storage
the outside has somehow wormed its way within
my memories of eden have faded or dwindled down to nothing
go on says the impatient sea becoming bigger
white caps appeared and rollers rolled onto the beach
what about those trees ?it said, becoming angry…
the trees were …um…large…and..uh…
what? snorted the sea now an ocean again
what? said the grunting and rollicking ocean
as it clashed all its tiny shells together
the trees were…the trees were…
i begin to stutter but i’m drowned out by the sea
which is better than being drowned in by the sea
go home the pacific hisses as it chased me up the beach
i walk along the empty streets
as it was before the houses were even built
a tangle of undergrowth
the murmur of birdsong
the soft sun bashfully peeps over the horizon
the soft sound of zebra hooves
the smell of roses and frangipani
the smell of lilac and honeysuckle
the orange blossoms
the peacocks and the fawns
the stallions on the lawns
eden eden eden
thats more like it says the sea
thats more like my kind of eden he says
your kind of eden? i say
only i dont actually say it
i write it
i write it down
here

18 Responses to “the hermit of north bondi”

  1. avatar
    the dean | 17 July 2008 at 10:36 pm #

    east of eden
    are we talking about NZ?

  2. avatar
    Polydora | 17 July 2008 at 11:05 pm #

    “now i have no leg
    and you have no wings…..”

    Hauntingly beautiful.
    Says it all.

  3. avatar
    princey | 17 July 2008 at 11:28 pm #

    How’s this for coincidence sk, I just read your “Eden” poetry booklet last night before bed, I read “The Other Tomorrow” a couple of times(myfav) and was thinking about Euphrates (the fact I never new it was a river..der) and now it’s written here again today!!…..connectednessssssss

    Beautiful bloggy this morning sk, I hope you never feel alone when you’re here with all of us 🙂

    Love from a feezing, wet Melby..this aint Eden!
    Amanda

  4. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 18 July 2008 at 1:03 am #

    A mystical and melancholic eulogy for long, lost Eden. I’m convinced that on some days Sk is divinely inspired. Through small mortal eyes one can see all of eternity.Went to one of my best friends funeral today and was beset by existential angst and then I clung to my St. Martin De Porres prayer card and regained my faith in a spirit world far preferable to this ungodly cesspool ruled by the likes of Cheney, China, Taliban, Mugabe, warmongers, marauders, hunters and carnivores.

  5. avatar
    kat | 18 July 2008 at 2:10 am #

    sk,

    i totally understand. very nice!

  6. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 18 July 2008 at 4:24 am #

    …just beautiful, it’s a very sensual blog in that there’s a lot of smells, sights and sounds to be conjured up in the mind’s eye…
    ahhh, who wouldn’t love to be able to sprout wings at will and fly…my shoulder blades tingle just thinking about it…
    love always…

  7. avatar
    golden thorn in my paw | 18 July 2008 at 5:54 am #

    thanks for the cool water.

  8. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 18 July 2008 at 8:36 am #

    nice one today esskay…
    Jonny

  9. avatar
    just thought you should know | 18 July 2008 at 9:35 am #

    I saw a pigeon on barnsley train station that had wide, flat stumps instead of legs and claws.

  10. avatar
    Fireseed | 18 July 2008 at 11:52 am #

    luvly trance n dental blogge today steve

    makes me miss the c

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 July 2008 at 12:26 pm #

    The ‘exile’ from Eden was actually an act of abandonment by God. This is why everything sucks.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 18 July 2008 at 1:49 pm #

    Hi SK from D&T in Turkey.

    Now I understand the problems you had oseas with computers, we are in Istanbul and found for the first time in nearly 6 weeks a free internet at hotel and first thing we had to do was google steve kilbey blogge. Don't know how you used them whilst travelling, we had to get help with the Turkish words on computer.

    Glad we got on so we can have a quick read of the latest news from our Time Being. Hope when we get home there is news about the Church playing in Sydney.
    Hope it's not too cold in Sydney town hot and sunny here nice to be inside in the air conditioning.
    Take care.

    Peace & Love Therese

    Hi sk

    So glad the bloggie is still going
    Havent got time to comment yet
    will have to read six weeks of the time being when back in oz

    Ive really missed it
    Hope all is well with the Kilbey fambley

    Love from Turkey
    Lady Di

  13. avatar
    matthew | 18 July 2008 at 1:52 pm #

    marvellous.

  14. avatar
    steve kilbey | 18 July 2008 at 9:36 pm #

    new steve kilbey t shirt available
    “i wrote this lovely blog
    and all i got was 13 lousy comments”
    available glum grey
    disappointed blue
    and why bother white

  15. avatar
    verdelay | 18 July 2008 at 10:27 pm #

    I thought some of the thirteen comments were rather sweet, actually.

    Ooooh, but I really want to point out the synergies between your last (beautiful) post and my own ‘umble prosedy (sea. seagulls, symbolism, the lot), but humility and and an overriding sense of decency prevent me from doing so.

    Anyhow, thought for the day: Just when you think its raining on your parade, you look around and notice that the farmers of the dustbowl are weeping for joy, their children sailing caravelles down thirsty gutters…

    chin up, sailor
    v

  16. avatar
    eek | 18 July 2008 at 10:46 pm #

    You better come up with a good Eden story for the next time the sea asks because you don’t want the sea pissed off at you.

    And I’ll have one of those tshirts in glum grey. …winter sure is getting to you, isn’t it?

  17. avatar
    princey | 18 July 2008 at 11:20 pm #

    Well thanks for that lousy comment!

  18. avatar
    steve kilbey | 18 July 2008 at 11:23 pm #

    ooops
    i didnt mean the comments were lousy…oh bother!


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