posted on December 26, 2010 at 8:11 pm

hermit of north bondi

the male fire penetrates the female earth

the elusive ether trembles above the submissive invisible air

the water as rain

falling falling oh falling down

no one would believe this life i dont

the morning wakes up  and says im sore!

the night says why, where are you sore dear thing?

the morning says everywhere

tiny cold drops on my skin blow in thru the window

i type type type because that is what i do

the rain becomes insistent but what exactly is it insisting on

i remember deep in the night of love i remember how lost i was

i must be stumbling round in my own head

i cant believe the things i hear myself saying

at least im indoors at least im just dreaming

the cool rain is real but nothing more

steve kilbey is elsewhere

all of his voices get to roam free now

we jostle forwards demanding a platform

we start to kick up a clamour

we insist upon the gory details

we weasel and connive and we wriggle about

christmas day is over it exploded behind my eyes so pleasantly

at 3 a.m. i’m in a dream dressed in a towel

the street is very very quiet

not a breath of air the temperature is perfect

the future around the corner

i move thru darkness like shark

in my mind i see red

swimming up the blood dimmed tide

but in my strangest dreams i am the one who is bitten

on film i see my shoulders tense and relax

still i move thru the dark summer air like neptune come to life

down by the frothy shore the wavelets danced to their own tune

and the old stings of monstrous jellyfish suddenly flared upon my belly

the salty night air all pierced now with rain

but i never finish what i’m saying

wendy says you got lucky

i say why

she say because you got luck

but i wanna know where luck comes from

i wanna know where luck is and i

wanna complain to luck about 2010

i imagine luck is a fickle fickle thing baby

i imagine luck dont hang around forever

the ocean at this hour is a revelation

i fling down my towel i stride into green water

i am dosed upon some inexorable dream drug

i hurl superlatives around

as the water closes over my saintly head charybdis pulls me down

fathom after fathom

down to that lovely sea bed where the sea witch wait

oh shes an alien thing as she emerges from her cocoon

oh shes stranger than strange, stranger

oh she comes out of her place like a shadow slinking down a street

she murmurs something into a shell

she draws a symbol in the sand

she sees you then as you wait your turn

sees you on the infra red

sees you on the old sixth sense

sees you naked in her sea

with a drug upon your spirit

and a drowsiness upon your life

and in candlelight while you drown

the vortex spits you out at the bottom

i thrash like a little lamb to wake up a little

you want to hurt me but it will only hurt you instead

the night is full of floating stings of long gone scorpions

the night is so sleepy the night is so still

oh listen the rain has stopped

the rest is easy

the easiest thing of all

16 Responses to “the imperfectionist”

  1. avatar
    Richard | 26 December 2010 at 10:13 pm #

    there are two problems with luck
    the first is that it’s not always good luck
    the second is our capacity to make our own

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    andy | 27 December 2010 at 12:16 am #

    oh yeah!
    if you gotta go….
    down there with a sea witch seems to be the way.

    more dates to be announced eh?
    we brits await with baited breath……

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 27 December 2010 at 1:09 am #

    “steve kilbey is elsewhere” … No No no no No no No no no no no !!!

    STEVE KILBEY IS EVERYWHERE !!!!!!!!!!

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

    I ache when I wake…who wants to rise when you know your daily demise ??!!!

  4. avatar
    Kelda | 27 December 2010 at 8:37 am #

    The silence pierces my eardrums like an echo in space and that would be my luck. Good Bye 2010. Hello 2011. Hello SK:)

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    Cocoamo | 27 December 2010 at 11:58 am #

    There just is no security
    Beneath the snow the frozen ground
    Lies dead until the Spring.

    So Christmas comes and Christmas goes
    Like summer’s sun and winters’ snows
    And you and I will live and die
    As life goes on and time goes by.

    Still searching for security
    So far now from your mother’s knee…

    But in the end I think you’ll find
    Life’s kind of just and just as kind

    For when you die in flesh and mind
    It’s in the life you left behind.

    Your friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    Karen | 27 December 2010 at 1:07 pm #

    I love your dreamy words something to look forward to ..your spesh
    Ok a lot of other people are too … but I stumbled apon this blog about 6 months ago and Im glad I did
    I didnt mind the church back in the day but I admit I havent listened to a single recent thing youve done..:O
    I should I will…. I like your poetry anyway

    lucky? all the people on here are..
    Im lucky I get to read your blog

  7. avatar
    hellbound heart | 27 December 2010 at 5:42 pm #

    …the rain….constant companion, trickles, pelts, shivers, demands, roars and whispers, light as butterflies wings, sharp as accusations, pools and roams in rivulets, penetrates and chills the skin….oh, where is the sun?

    love always…….

  8. avatar
    andy | 27 December 2010 at 7:01 pm #

    the guy from mink hollow was always my favourite hermit.
    until now………

  9. avatar
    warpedjohn | 27 December 2010 at 7:33 pm #

    I just heard that Don Vliet (artist) ( aka Captain Beefheart when making music ) died last week. I wonder if SK was into his work ?

  10. avatar
    david | 28 December 2010 at 4:51 am #

    sutra of disappearance

    ..has arrived ..when i first saw this sutra ,i fell for its lightness and sublime expression..i am ,as i type ,grinning from ear to lobe ..steve its wonderful..i must confess its a wow feeling and an honour , really , thanks for painting im still grinning ..i also want to mention how effortless
    Holly makes it to acquire one of your works .. shes fantastic!

    the red of the sutra and the blinding blue of catullus together in the same room…stunning..

  11. avatar
    nylon burning | 28 December 2010 at 5:18 am #

    and jus so you know …these paintings are as addictive as …well alot of things ..good things ..

  12. avatar
    jaime r.. | 28 December 2010 at 9:03 am #

    Luck Lies Elusively Exclusive n Bluesive.. same as it ever was….

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 December 2010 at 3:04 pm #

    type faster (please)… it’s really really pretty.

  14. avatar
    captain mission | 28 December 2010 at 4:57 pm #

    i flirted with luck once but she ran out
    i danced with destiny until i met fate
    i was married to hope but she let me down
    i had a fling with tomorrow but she was running late

    seasonal greetings steve

  15. avatar
    davem | 28 December 2010 at 8:11 pm #

    Yep, sharks get bitten too.
    Much lurve to you SK.
    x

  16. avatar
    lily was here | 28 December 2010 at 10:15 pm #

    There’s an old ancient recipe to make your own luck. You’ve always had the ingredients, right there, right now xo


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