posted on November 8, 2006 at 7:15 pm

the next morning
nevets yeblik rolled outta bed
it was twenty to six
a grey sky streaked with pink n mauves
unusually cold for november
too cold to march in the global warming protest
nevets was busy embracing paradox
he went out on his balcony
he smoked a spliff
a blend of 2 outdoor types
he watch the smoke race up the empty silent street
he feels the warm rinse
as the thc hits the god given receptors
everything very still in the dawning world
all bugs
all cats n dogs
even, strangely , the birdies
nothing rustled, tweated or growled
the trees were perfectly motionless
there was no breeze
nevets drew a sweet lungful down deep
he was in his blue dressing gown n his boots
he musta looked a comical sight
standing out there puffing away
his thin fine hair drooping around
his white beard neat n trimmed
his suntanned freckly skin
the lines that traversed his face
grey eyes like the sky
a paradox even unto himself
nevets never knew what was gonna happen next
he was ostensibly getting stoned
at this early hour
to write his blogge
while the house was quiet
he put on moondawn by klaus schultze
his tiny white speakers
slim compact n portable
the same colour as his computer
oh gee! nevets you moderne olde foole
all the latest stuff…..wow!
i bet hes really happy now
the sound of sequenced analog synths
he notices his tinnitus almost as loud as the music
nevets gulps down some fiji water
and applies his migrastick
with some pleasure he strokes his beard
the trees have begun to move
now
although there is still no wind
a mournful crow calls in the soft morning
black n sleek perched on a wire
nevets fiddles with his apparatii
this is the future after all
and this is fiction
where anything can happen
so ya gotta be quick!
nevets tap tap tap on his keyboard
nevets what are you writing?
nevets what labour you over with yon diligencia?
oh im writing a blogge of course….
why nevets why? whatsitabout?
nevets fiddles with fiji water
takes another swig
the music has taken an elegaic turn
oh nevets i admire your turns of phrase..
yes, im quite the little wordsmith says nevets
who are faves nevets?
oh no one youve ever heard of he grumbles
listen im trying to write something here
before the triplets wake up…
before the crow has time to end his sad song….
that same olde clocke goes tick tick never tock
a lorry rumbles off in he distance
the beachside suburb gradually shrugs its hedges
and scratches its nature strips
as it struggles to wake
why do anything?
hey nevets, i said why do anything?
hey nevets, i said fuck their system and its phoney baloney
yeah yeah says nevets, lemme write my blogge
i said hey nevets, whatta bout ploogy, huh nevets huh?!
whatta character nevets…!
another time says nevets
but all those hilarious anecdotes nevets
remember the time in pittsburgh when he….
there you go says nevets
not time to tell his tale yet….
nevets and i sit in silence
the crow has flown north looking for summer
doors burst open and suits pour out
big square noisy machines start up
belching blue smoke and nasty smell
the suits drive away
joggers run past backwards
the fruit in the bowl ripens
the streamers from the triplets birthday
still hanging and moving in the air
small knick knacks
little notes n lists on the fridge
elephants n ganeshas
a tin of simpkins forest fruit drops
2 cds
closer by joy division
hope springs by gersey
a script nevets will be reading today at 11 am
a frog mask from bali
its bulging red eyes
nevets does it scare the triplies?
nah theyre used to it…
nevets this klaus schultze record is starting to piss me off
its too buzzing n percolating for this time a day..
ok try this then…
oh yeah i heard it before
marconi union…
sounds like sumpthing symond poolenski might dig!
exactly
hey when is yer nemesis project happnin’ then nevets?
oh dee laid till next year?
whys that?’
i dunno, its not my department..
what IS your department?
smokin weed n bloggin’ till the bitta end..
ever thought of gettin’ a real job?
(nevets spreads his hands)
who’d fucking have me?
but youre articulate, well read discriminating..
exactly…so who’d have me?
(nevets jerks his thumb in the direction of his window
outside we can see in the distance
the harbour bridge n the towers of the city)
theres no place for me out there he says ruefully
marconi union become pensive
for a moment
i feel
that nevets is writing this
i shudder
am i losing it or what
a soft sequence begins via the union
im slightly achey n shivery
nevets types away in his glasses
he has short fingers n small hands
he types with one finga
but boy is he fast
his back starts to hurt
he sits back n stretches out from time to time
more migrastick
another fruit drop
another swig of fiji water
life by the drop
the tiniest things
the triplies stir in the beddybyes
artemis, flora n lulu
oh such little cuddlies!
their sea snail laid eggs
but the fishies ate all the baby snails
awwww!…..
today is nevets day of rest from the pool
its closed for cleaning
so today he can wallow in laziness
i mean he’ll still do his deep aura cleansing routine
with the magnets n rings
and the hydronated epi-thetes
plus tonically aligned breathing rimpostes
with serragated oompa-doompas
and for breakfast treeflesh with oak-milk
ok
theyre all up now
baby violet and all
i must depart
i must away

46 Responses to “the next morning”

  1. avatar
    craig1.618 | 8 November 2006 at 8:49 pm #

    top of the morning to ya nevets

  2. avatar
    ambnt1 | 8 November 2006 at 8:50 pm #

    Steven,

    Oh goody I’m number one again! Maybe somebody’ll beat me though if I take too long typing…

  3. avatar
    JJ | 8 November 2006 at 8:59 pm #

    You’re up early, something I almost never do. But I do enjoy the quite time when it can be had – before the buzz and the din begin to rise. I like hearing the birds, the sway of the tree leaves. And a bowl of Appalatian herbal refreshment.

    I could picture the scene there, somewhere in my mind’s eye.

    JJ

  4. avatar
    ambnt1 | 8 November 2006 at 9:17 pm #

    Oh yeah, Craig did. Well anyway, OK I’m number two, still pretty good. Klaus Schulze–you got good taste, Nevets. If the never-ending cold analogue hum and repetitious drum fills on Moondawn start to become tedious or annoy the kids, though, why not try Free System Projekt or Redshift, analog synths galore that don’t sound like they were recorded in 1975 (well, FSP does but they’re still modern). Nevets, you must pull yourself away from the Marc. Union addiction, there’s 18 other CD’s to check out. But I know, they’re good, and when you think it’s just pleasant instrumental guitar music they suddenly phase in some very Eno-esque trippy synth sounds. They remind me of something Gilt Trip would do, esp. the Egypt.Register disc.

    Enjoy your day!

    –Chris

    n.p. Between Interval, “Autumn Continent” (gloomy n’drifty Autumn-like atmospheres served with a side of sequencers)

  5. avatar
    verdelay | 8 November 2006 at 9:27 pm #

    I do so enjoy your pastoral odes.

    No “Zirconium Thorax” this morning, then?

    Inside Vishnu a hundred billion other little Vishnus emulate and reflect the whole of which they are part, a hundred billion ideas and moods turning over now harmonically, now dissonantly. And so on, up and down the scale.

    One moment the weetbix is saturated with soy milk.

    The same moment, a merciless legion of metallic insects infultrates our reality and eliminates our remaining posibilities.

    Like lots of little bubbles rising and bursting all over the show. Watch them wobble, hither and yon…

    Good here, isn’t it?

  6. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 8 November 2006 at 10:04 pm #

    please save some of that spliff for me, me haven’t had any for over 2 months now, me am dying…
    mjnjr

  7. avatar
    mattdavison | 8 November 2006 at 10:05 pm #

    Not a bad way to start the day SK.

    You have a utopia that we all desire. (trust me) The Nick Ward bloggie, started a bit a indignatious feedback diddnt it.
    But I must say knowing you a little bit now… Ony few will understand you and the others will envy you. Including many who appear to be you’re friends,even on the blogg. But I tell you one thing…You are decent, special..emotional, and fuccin powerful….Vale the fools who cross you.

  8. avatar
    John Garratt | 8 November 2006 at 10:14 pm #

    So, do you like ‘Closer’?

    It’s weird to read your morning blog at the end of my work day.

    John

  9. avatar
    Renee | 8 November 2006 at 10:31 pm #

    Curriculum Vitae

    As though it were reluctant to be day,
    …….Morning deploys a scale
    …….Of rarities in gray,
    And winter settles down in its chain-mail,

    Victorious over legions of gold and red.
    ……The smokey souls of stones,
    ……Blunt pencillings of lead,
    Pare down the world to glintless monotones

    Of graveyard weather, vapors of a fen
    …….We reckon through our pores.
    …….Save for the garbage men,
    Our children are the first ones out of doors.

    Book-bagged and padded out, at mouth and nose
    …….They manufacture ghosts,
    …….George Washington’s and Poe’s,
    Banquo’s, the Union and Confederate hosts’,

    And are themselves the ghosts, file cabinet gray,
    …….Of some departed us,
    …….Signing our lives away
    On ferned and parslied windows of a bus.

    Anthony Hecht

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 November 2006 at 11:02 pm #

    funny stuff sk. in a gollum sorta way…

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 November 2006 at 11:14 pm #

    good read

  12. avatar
    veleska1970 | 8 November 2006 at 11:27 pm #

    morning has broken at chez kilbeeee…..

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 November 2006 at 11:29 pm #

    ‘ever thought of gettin’ a real job?
    (nevets spreads his hands)
    who’d fucking have me?’

    They don’t deserve you – you would be under appreciated. Best to stay with what you love doing – what you do best.

    d

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 November 2006 at 11:33 pm #

    up at 6 a.m. when you don’t have to be..sheesh..I could never do that. Glad you do though…

    ed in florida

  15. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 12:30 am #

    Thanks for sharing Steve,

    I can relate

    Love Celticat

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 1:23 am #

    MEMO TO DR KILBEY:

    1. Diligencia…never seen that word before, and like very much, thank you.

    2. Your single finger typing may be contributing to your back problems. As someone who writes and types for a living, trust me, achieve some form of equilibrium by training yourself to use to parallel digit on other hand.

    3. Why doesn’t the Church do an electric reinterpretation of some of their older classic tracks…Don’t Open the Door to Strangers, for example…etc etc., I’d buy a dozen copies for starters.

    Good night and good luck.

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 3:29 am #

    thank you

  18. avatar
    captainmission | 9 November 2006 at 3:44 am #

    i was reading this mornings post and it dawned upon me, cos i am a slow learner, you’re a brilliant writer, there’s gotta be a novel in there somewhere gestating?

  19. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 5:49 am #

    YIKES

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 6:00 am #

    So let me say that its feels good
    watching the sun come up
    with a lil herbal gettdown
    its much too nice
    some debussy,
    joggers, oh my I wish!
    tuff to hear bout mimeseissis
    trying out some goji juice soon
    gotta website kinda pricey stuff..
    anyways I dont make sense anymore..

    currently playing: chaos & creation/ McCartney
    John Mayer / Continuum
    Michael franks / sleeping gypsy…. get this album now!!
    Sam prekop / self-titled “! “!
    Hope sandoval aka Mazzy Star…..excellente
    cheers
    jaime r

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 6:05 am #

    Love hearing about the good ole days and the beginning of the Church. What a character N was, glad he left (though I do like the high voice on UM).

    Still wonder about Richard Ploog know he’s a gardener but is he still involved with music and a fiend of the band? You’ve got a brilliant drummer with TP. At the Basement was mesmerized by those drumsticks, did they fly!
    Awaiting the Pittsburgh adventures of RP.

    Love Therese

  22. avatar
    Cameras 4 Eyes | 9 November 2006 at 7:06 am #

    are you the reincarnation of Lewis Carroll?

    sequel to Jabberwocky, please

  23. avatar
    Richard | 9 November 2006 at 7:55 am #

    I remember a gig in Surfers Paradise (circa 1987) where Ploog had over-indulged in the green stuff and his drumming was getting you more than a little cranky.

    After one song you turned to the others and audibly muttered “that was shit” (I doubt that anyone in the audience agreed).

    Anyhow, there was a stage where one of Ploog’s cymbals fell off its stand. He picked it up with both hands and sat there holding it, smiling vacantly (as he did so well), until a roadie fixed the problem.

    It turned out though that by doing this Ploog had managed to cut his hands quite badly – meaning that come encore time there was an announcement that Ploog had been taken off to hospital!

    Do you remember that night?

  24. avatar
    davem | 9 November 2006 at 8:26 am #

    Oh, those damn crows.
    Loving this SL. Looking forward to the Ploog files.

    Dave M
    xx

  25. avatar
    leelinau | 9 November 2006 at 8:36 am #

    Buildings

    &

    People

    ^_^

  26. avatar
    daniel 27, 16 | 9 November 2006 at 8:50 am #

    Ploog this, Ploog that. I don’t know if I really want to hear about why he got kicked out and which green herbs he’s growing at the moment. The man left more than fifteen years ago!
    (Nostalgia’s never been one of my closest friends.)

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 9:52 am #

    Nevets Yeblik and Alice through the Looking Glass on the planet Unga Mo.

    Crikey, I feel another Star Trek story coming on

  28. avatar
    fergal | 9 November 2006 at 10:17 am #

    nevets yeblik, cultural attache of cannabistan!
    i would be most curious to hear about ploog’s role in the stories touched on in ‘hotel womb’
    ~

  29. avatar
    thorsten wilhelm | 9 November 2006 at 11:53 am #

    I will pee in zee garbage cans!!!

  30. avatar
    damien | 9 November 2006 at 12:29 pm #

    But, daniel 27, 16, you must understand that in this rarefied world that is Church fandom time is imaginary and we can live in the future, we can live in the past and for some of us it’s already yesterday and Ploogsy’s apostasy happened in the right here and now and we want answers, dammit!

    Well, some of us might. My understanding is that he just got drug-fucked (although when you’re in a band like The Church, how messed up does one have to be??)and as Steve said in an interview once, “Ploogsy just lost interest in The Church basically”, which is what can happen when your habits get the better of you.

    I’m just glad Steve didn’t lose interest in The Church. Steve’s the irreplaceable one.

    Doesn’t that sound sycophantic?

  31. avatar
    nickfiction | 9 November 2006 at 12:41 pm #

    I thought ploog, he’s on some unforgettable church albums , even tho, it had the ” hit ” starfish was an infectious listen and quite probably my favourite album of ” all time ” including all musicians, genres etc. Admittedly I have probably attached starfish to the memories of a grand time in my life. But with out straying too much Ploog was just fine , even if he is a doper now….. who cares ….. let him garden in anonymity. TP filled avoid to a band that moved to a new level. Let Ploog rest…….. the future don’t care about the past…..

  32. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 9 November 2006 at 12:46 pm #

    like steam offa my coffee..

    i really like ” life by the drop”

    mind if i use it?

  33. avatar
    calling down baal and zeus | 9 November 2006 at 12:52 pm #

    bring in the nostalgia

  34. avatar
    restaurant mark | 9 November 2006 at 1:17 pm #

    sounds so peaceful steve…especially the outdoor blend!

  35. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 9 November 2006 at 1:31 pm #

    very being John Malcovich somehow this morning. Writing ripping along. Not so Gregor cockroach, like some days.

    Beautiful Ploog. His drumming was so, incredibly, tastily classy, so up there delightful. Best understated Starkey-quality drummer ever I reckon. Also one of nature’s great eccentrics. The world was never made for one as beautiful as you, Richard. I hope you are happy in your gardens.

    With love,
    xxxx

  36. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 2:03 pm #

    Ave, Magus!

  37. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 2:33 pm #

    BORING!

  38. avatar
    daniel 27, 17 | 9 November 2006 at 2:50 pm #

    Well, Damien, i know people say time is imaginary and in our beginning is our end and all that crap (don’t ever believe musicians and poets, just admire their work). Still i like to sleep at night, wake up at dawn and see what the new day brings. If all is past, present and future at this very moment it might be all too much for me (and, yes, i’m referring to a not so brilliant church song).
    I also think Richard was very talented (he probably still is in some way or the other) and I was shocked when he left the band. But it’s history. Guess Tim’s been around longer by now than Richard ever was. And still people talk about him as if he joined a few months ago.

  39. avatar
    CeciliaGin | 9 November 2006 at 3:54 pm #

    It’s a sort of fairytale…
    Cee
    xox

  40. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 November 2006 at 3:55 pm #

    Anonymous 1:33 a.m. is not me.

  41. avatar
    davidcwelker | 9 November 2006 at 4:53 pm #

    sounds similar to an occurence i had some time ago. only, at the end, i woke up, and it was 11am.

  42. avatar
    thorsten wilhelm | 9 November 2006 at 7:19 pm #

    I am the human peepee man / you can see me around bondi ranting and raving / i will urinate!!!!!!!

  43. avatar
    kat | 9 November 2006 at 7:34 pm #

    dream the crow black dream… how ironic. nice, sk!

    😉

  44. avatar
    don joe | 9 November 2006 at 9:50 pm #

    Well ahmen to all and sundry above. Time has moved on for it all and it’s a choice of the time being as to whether he will relay those memoirs to us all regarding the starfish. All things happen for a reason and it is no reason to feel sad. It’s a chemial affliction, noted as addiction which can make one’s predicament awfully insipient as life becomes to cumbersome to equip it. There I did it….

    ‘leave them all behind’

    ML,
    don joe

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  46. avatar
    sue cee | 10 November 2006 at 12:19 pm #

    That was a beautiful vision of the morning. I love that time when everyone’s just stirring and its like you’re the only person in the world awake.

    I often wondered about the real story of Ploog. Was it totally drugs or was there a bit of Syd Barrett in him? Im curious.


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