posted on June 8, 2007 at 3:24 am

tiny ashes falling
extinguished in my eye
inside on a cold day
my extremities frozen
cut off from civilization
this is all i can do
today the sea whipped up the foam
and the sky lashed the spray
and mixed it up with the hurtling rain
the moon pulled up the ocean
and the earth drank deep of its power
i watched from the safety of my mind
behind a wall of sleep
which was weatherproof
as the feeble milky sun tried to appear
the oceans colour changed from sombre metal grey
to an opaque creamy green
and the foam slid down the frozen waves
like in japanese paintings
gulls hovering in white silouhette
eternal day
stormheaded women hurrying home
their husbands blast them in bedrooms
their wrathful powerful men
decisive and unerring
farseeing and deepfeeling
moving towards them through cloudy dawn
holding them in strong golden arms
ever youthful
smelling of distant snows and lavender
tasting of vanilla and bitter coca
slaves to your love, one and all
like hounds on a trail
or runes carved in a dagger
certainty is their unifier
a quarry
a code
a signal in a wink
see daughters appear
flowing lovely lustrous locks
blonde and chestnut brown
go among mankind now
go out into this world
come fortune or disgrace
you must go
and i must relinquish you
as you vanish into the tossing churning leafy suburbs
as the windshields fog and the wipers swish
on afternoons like this when people lie in bed and weep
television lies dumb in yonder room
the storm has left the lines silent
the security cameras dead eye points at the sky unseeing
through a tiny porthole window i see the palms
beaten to a frenzy by the wind
metal shrieks out and stone groans
leaves and flowers fly through the air
gifts will arrive
wanted or not
children become more aware
beautiful children
and callow awful children
and children not really there
children who never grow up
locked in a game with made up rules
or lost in this lost afternoon
broken down in a broken down town
singing la la la to some melody
or deep in a library of talking books
listening to teacher and falling asleep
buses splash through puddles and the lights change
my eyes ache and the grey sky glares
trust me you dont know me
the bridge disappears into the storm
natalie says isnt this a hurricane?
no no sleep little duckling
we are safe
we are protected by poetry
and its umbrella
this world here is my world
look
i can make anything happen
except the storm
which is beyond my control temporarilly
i feel some huge titan is angry
i feel some deep sea monster is rising up
to strangle us in its coils
i feel the horizon collapse under the storms weight
the nucleus implodes and matter turns to dust
i have tampered with fate
i have ignited some fuse
i made some bargain
back then when i didnt understand
is this the result?
this dark day
this wild stupid afternoon
shaking its head all over the place
forcing us down
making us see
letting us breathe
its breath of fresh air
its promise of renewal
its threat of negation

60 Responses to “the mythologist”

  1. avatar
    wizza109 | 8 June 2007 at 4:46 am #

    I hope the solo album has the “wolf” song on it.

  2. avatar
    Matt Davyddson | 8 June 2007 at 4:54 am #

    wet n windy in Syders today Killer!

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 5:12 am #

    ‘lost in this lost afternoon,
    broken down in a broken down town’

    Surely these are lyrics….

    …and they sound like Grant McLennen lyrics at that.

    B.Bon

  4. avatar
    mattdavison | 8 June 2007 at 5:16 am #

    Ha ha ha…….

    Ya’ got me !!!!

    Mattdavison

    Nice to have an obsessed imposter out there)))))) Gd one gripper!!!

  5. avatar
    Matt Davyddson | 8 June 2007 at 5:18 am #

    I am the REAL Matt Davyddson you are the imposter!

    Yesss!!

  6. avatar
    norm | 8 June 2007 at 6:06 am #

    “Did ya read ya Time being today, Ethel ?”

  7. avatar
    ethel | 8 June 2007 at 6:07 am #

    “I did, Norm…seems like that young Kilbey’s back in top form !”

  8. avatar
    norm | 8 June 2007 at 6:08 am #

    “You’re not wrong Ethel, you’re not wrong.”

  9. avatar
    ethel | 8 June 2007 at 6:11 am #

    “I loved today’s blog so much that I’m thinking about sending that Kilbey my meat tray I won at bingo yesterday…”

  10. avatar
    norm | 8 June 2007 at 6:17 am #

    “Ooooooh, I think you’d better stick with one of ya home knitted tea cosies to be on the safe side…”

  11. avatar
    ethel | 8 June 2007 at 6:19 am #

    “Really ? Well, what about a hand-crocheted paisley iPod sock ?”

  12. avatar
    norm | 8 June 2007 at 6:21 am #

    “Lovely thought, Ethel. You’re a real sweetie…another Tim-Tam ?”

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 6:37 am #

    What a beautiful piece of writing…yesterday was so bittersweet…i know the feelings of pride and unalloyed love that you hold for your children are leavened with the fears that you hold for them as they face all of the hard and bad and scary things out in the world (i’m a mother)…my little one was premature as well…she was 2 and 1/2 months early…strange silent little thing she was…wouldn’t know it now…turns 6 in a month…big brown eyes and a voice like a pixie…i am so in love with my child…my love and best wishes go to your girls…
    -The Hellbound Heart

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 6:42 am #

    I’m putting this one in my “book of favourite sk blogs”, “we are protected by poetry and it’s umbrella”….how beautiful is that, I just wanna cry! You’re the best sk.

    Take care and love always,
    Amanda

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 6:54 am #

    i farted and the wind cried socrates, pass me the allen keys
    he adjusted the weather for the children
    and my hair got messed up from the noise of distant drums
    splendid weather we’re having eh?! wot?!
    why does the pineal gland produce melatonin when the sun goes down?
    why do the tides change when the moon phase shifter drains the batteries too quick?

  16. avatar
    stormchaser | 8 June 2007 at 10:11 am #

    aha, my storm from yesterday belongs to you today! nothing like living on a tropical isle – the harsh & sometimes gothic beauty of the wildest nature is unbeatable… except maybe by the poetry of your words…

  17. avatar
    fantasticandy | 8 June 2007 at 10:12 am #

    potent and portentious.
    andy L.

  18. avatar
    miranda | 8 June 2007 at 11:13 am #

    Having seen too many early Peter Weir films far too many times, I always wanted to stand in Sydney and watch a storm out at sea.
    No doubt that’d be a ‘common or garden’, normal, nowt-special thing to you, Steve.
    To me, it’d be like an elemental glimpse of the dreamtime.

  19. avatar
    veleska1970 | 8 June 2007 at 12:32 pm #

    **WHEW** what a fierce storm. and such lovely words to describe it, in all its ferocity and beauty. hope your weekend is sunny, steve, everybody….

    lotza love…..

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 12:35 pm #

    im almost speechless….elegantly toasted for now……speak to us in pictures..you are one incredible poet sir!……..genx xxxxxxx

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 1:07 pm #

    Sorry Veleska, I want my weekend to be cold, with heavy sskies and rain. Keeps the lightweights indoors. but no, it’s June so it’s warm and they’re all out their makin their idiot racket til 3 a.m.
    God, i just want some sleep.
    Hope you get the weekend you want, though, buddy.

  22. avatar
    verdelay | 8 June 2007 at 2:13 pm #

    bravo, maestro

    a pontillist masterwork in embryo

    v

  23. avatar
    CSTCoach | 8 June 2007 at 2:24 pm #

    vivid.

  24. avatar
    gareth,notts | 8 June 2007 at 2:55 pm #

    off on an amazing journey,only to find i never left my seat in the first place!

  25. avatar
    veleska1970 | 8 June 2007 at 3:17 pm #

    yippee~~i just got the call from my doctor, and the MRI i had done this past tuesday shows no abnormalities, either pituitary or otherwise. hmmmm….looks like i’ll have to find another reason to explain my, uh, “weirdness”.

    life is good. 🙂

  26. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 3:50 pm #

    Solo stuff sounds innarestin.Cool. Dont keep it in the can too long, cuz life speeds up…and I’m bloody impatient….I’m gonna go play some bass leads on my songs….you know? the laid back proggy kind…as i watch an Empire crumble before my tired eyes. Hey Noble One….keep your eyes on the clear light! Do not waver!!! D*~Tx

  27. avatar
    BLUE HIGHWAY | 8 June 2007 at 4:55 pm #

    so do you not care that me am upset
    with you and me choich, me wood like for you to mention me band, the suburbs, on your bloggie, have you listened to them yet???
    Hollywood

  28. avatar
    CSTCoach | 8 June 2007 at 5:30 pm #

    veleska – glad to hear you’re safe and healthy 🙂

  29. avatar
    davem | 8 June 2007 at 5:32 pm #

    Your extremities are frozen??? Are you harping on about that swim in the sea at Brighton again…get over it!
    I’m excited today ‘cos my little Brother-in-Law, John, is the support act for George Michael at Wembley tomorrow. I can’t stand Georgieporgie but I’m chuffed for my lil bro!!
    Mr Michael didn’t want a band as his support – John is a much respected DJ and Magazine Editor. John’s asking on the guardian website what track he should open with as the audience will be likely to lap up 80’s pop and I’ve suggested he gets UTMW in at least once!!!!
    Love to sk and all fiendssssssss

  30. avatar
    davem | 8 June 2007 at 5:34 pm #

    Good news Veleska!!!
    xx

  31. avatar
    fantasticandy | 8 June 2007 at 5:58 pm #

    yay!!!!!!!!!!
    veleska i’m so pleased for ya!
    what a great day this is turning out to be!

    i shall be having a private word with a few of you in a min.

    luv,
    andy L.

  32. avatar
    Ansible Jon | 8 June 2007 at 6:56 pm #

    wonderful vivid thoughts today. nice scene for the mind to step into.
    i didn’t get to yesterday’s blogge because i was too busy with my own girl’s birthday, who turned three.
    fills me with some sense of connection knowing yours humbly and the time being share a date as a birthday for daughters. (i’m guessing my sarah’s birthday was different that the twillies…)

    children (and the people they become) are facinating. through the ups, downs, fun and rough stuff there’s only one thing i have never forgiven them for: growing up to damn fast!

  33. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 8 June 2007 at 8:30 pm #

    Stellar and ominous blog today reminded me of a Dave Davies (Kinks) song called “Imagination’s Real”.

  34. avatar
    knot | 8 June 2007 at 8:38 pm #

    jest found out that
    anton levays daughter
    digs my daughters musick

    do not open
    that small box
    she shakes out her magenta dreadlocks

    and a promise can move through time

  35. avatar
    Cee | 8 June 2007 at 9:11 pm #

    I’m back from Maui.

    Bad news swirling around my circle of friends…several folx dealing with biopsies and cancer diagnoses. I need to focus on my healing work as it seems a bit faulty at the moment.
    My apologies if I cannot make any insightful comments regarding your words, SK, just a bit out of it at the moment.
    Hugs to all the fiends and friends. I’ve missed you!
    Cee

  36. avatar
    veleska1970 | 8 June 2007 at 9:22 pm #

    hi, cee~~welcome back. how was maui?

  37. avatar
    Krissythegroupie | 8 June 2007 at 10:49 pm #

    Werrrd.

  38. avatar
    Cee | 8 June 2007 at 10:59 pm #

    Maui was wowie!
    Let me know if you want to see pics and I’ll send you my FLICKR link to your email…oh yes, send me your email, LOL!
    Ceemoon@yahoo.com

  39. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 June 2007 at 11:00 pm #

    veleska…….NICE ONE GIRL!!!!!thats f*$%^ing spectacular!….run yaself a bath and load up on nurture{much wiser than buying a lottery ticket}sooooooooo happy for you…..love and all manner of healing to ya…especially your frazzled nerves……love ,genx

  40. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 9 June 2007 at 12:18 am #

    That is huge news that Davem’s relative is the support act for George Michael at Wembley. I’m not a George Michael fan but he is huge. He also did a good job singing “The Long and Winding Road” at the Linda McCartney Tribute concert at Royal Albert Hall in 1999. The Church should be the support act for Macca. All the Lennon and Harrison fans (who do indeed flock to the shows to hear Beatles tunes) would love SK and The Church. Macca never has support acts but The Church would pump-up his crowd and compel Macca to play his deeper material instead of the silly love songs material. GOOD NEWS ON VELESKA. SHE IS A MAJOR PLAYER. As for me, I AM HATED FOR LOVING-what a great Morrissey song. Time for 80 proof vegetarian booze! My precious cat refuses to turn vegetarian. Hence, I am the only veg in my household. The cat is the king. I am the butler.

  41. avatar
    fantasticandy | 9 June 2007 at 12:28 am #

    brian
    ilove your comments you are such a funny guy!
    but i hope you realise thay despite you acerbic wit,
    ‘My precious cat refuses to turn vegetarian. Hence, I am the only veg in my household. The cat is the king. I am the butler’.
    is actually the most significant quote in a ‘real world’ sense that you have ever made?
    luv,
    andy L,

  42. avatar
    fantasticandy | 9 June 2007 at 12:32 am #

    sorry about the spelling mistakes brian, i’m a little bit dyslecsick?
    i play guitar ok though!
    check me out!
    hope you understood me.
    luv,again,
    andy L.

  43. avatar
    fantasticandy | 9 June 2007 at 1:01 am #

    oh, hey veleska you know i love ya, but how come you get canonised
    on here (which i don’t doubt for one second you deserve) and i get vilefied?
    eh?
    this is a strange,strange place!
    love to all,
    have a great weekend all of yer!
    once again steve, i’m so happy the twillies are with you again, you lucky man!
    you don’t really fuckin’ well deserve it do ya?
    but i’m glad it’s come your way!
    iv’e had a great day and i don’t see why you shouldn’t have one too!
    all of yer that wished me well when i was so desperatly ill, and those of ya that didn’t give a shit
    i wish you ALL the very, very best that life can possibly give to you
    simply because i can’t see why that shoulden’t be so.
    steven kilbey, you above all men have been afforded an enormous amount of talent, ‘n i’m damn glad you have!
    coz quite frankly we folk here are the ones reaping the rewards!
    we don’t get the pain, we don’t get the angst, we don’t get the guilt, we don’t get the self-doubt, WE don’t have to do FUCK ALL,except slip our hands into our pockets and extract our easily obtained sheckles.
    and bingo! your ‘art’ becomes our property, ain’t we the lucky ones?
    in short,
    THANK YOU!
    ‘n i got less reason to like you than most.
    yet i love you still…
    andy L.

  44. avatar
    fantasticandy | 9 June 2007 at 1:11 am #

    sorry steve..inapropriate,
    bit inebriated.
    i got plenty of reason to like you!
    …and you know it!
    have a wonderful weekend… and many more to come!
    nothing but good wishes,
    andy.

  45. avatar
    lily was here | 9 June 2007 at 1:20 am #

    Great narrative steve.What a wild stormy day & night here, the wind was howling around and round our little house, rattling the chimney, unnerving us but the rain was so beautiful, hope everyone on the coast is safe? mark m, david r, everyone.. sk hope you have power there? its too cold to be without heating. love to all, yay Veleska. extra healing vibes to your friends cee cee!

    sue
    x

    ps so, track 9 on myspace killah??

  46. avatar
    Sunshine | 9 June 2007 at 1:33 am #

    SK,
    Loved this entry. It’s so dark and forboding, yet lilting and comforting all at once.

    Fantasticandy:
    I cared, but was ill-informed. Hope you’re doing better and try to go easy on the sauce, dude. Mustn’t imbibe and scribe, it’s akin to “drinking and dialing.”

    ~Sunshine

  47. avatar
    kat | 9 June 2007 at 1:53 am #

    very brilliant & deep, sk.

    i read earlier that there was some kind of awful storm near sydney.. hope everyone is ok.

    yours truly,

    broken down in a broken [down]town.

  48. avatar
    into this | 9 June 2007 at 2:17 am #

    killa’s on the road, his mind secreting like a toad…

  49. avatar
    Thelonious | 9 June 2007 at 2:47 am #

    Tempestuous.

  50. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 June 2007 at 5:24 am #

    That was lovely, bewitching music.
    Or a canvas of still-wet paint..
    Or perhaps just words…?

    c escherbach

  51. avatar
    ChristopherCross | 9 June 2007 at 6:29 am #

    You remember me Mr Dutch P. Don’t you!!

    That time you called me an arse
    in Sydney Oxford street ‘kinsellers or what ever it was called `1991..
    I was that so called “fat prick”
    And I am that man..

    {You Dick}

    Christopher Cross

    I ve sold over 2 million records man!

    So @**!K you, you ass

  52. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 June 2007 at 6:45 am #

    C’mon SK…..I been working on the computer ALL DAY…I’m bored.

    Where’s the stuff?

    B.Bored

  53. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 June 2007 at 7:22 am #

    Christopher Cross has to be Matt Davison, the total fuckwit. He tells my mate in NZ he’ll get his name on the door at SK’s Auckland show. Surely SK you wouldnt dream of doing that????????

  54. avatar
    Matt Davyddson | 9 June 2007 at 7:26 am #

    Hey dude, don’t call me a fuckwit! Oh sorry, wrong M D, you mean the other one.. Absolutely!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is.

  55. avatar
    Matt Davyddson | 9 June 2007 at 7:36 am #

    Where are ya Killer??

  56. avatar
    davem | 9 June 2007 at 7:48 am #

    Morning Steve!
    Great news AndyL
    Sun shining here in england – hope the weather is better in Sydney.
    xx

  57. avatar
    melquiades | 9 June 2007 at 10:30 am #

    tangled and observant
    swimming under the ice
    on endless breath
    you make me feel

    mmmm….

  58. avatar
    melquiades | 9 June 2007 at 11:16 am #

    Matt D. I never knew you were a foot painter. I interested in your services. I’ve paid high dollar to have my feet stenciled. Contact me if your available.

  59. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 June 2007 at 12:12 pm #

    bonjour aka “route bleue (Blue Highway)” de hollywood,

    veuillez m’éclairer avec votre utilisation d’excessives du mot “je” en tous nos vos journaux préoccupés fatigants.

    Êtes-vous l’un de ces ventilateurs occidentaux wanky de sports qui fait l’équipe de nuit avec l’adoration de musique comme votre dilluted le passe-temps ?

    adoringly vôtre,

  60. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 June 2007 at 2:25 pm #

    nice nice. one of the best from the best one of all


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