posted on November 9, 2008 at 7:56 pm

then one of his followers
the gentle bon bon
dear mangy panther
tell us about happiness
tell us when you were the happiest in your life…?
at that
white hippy moses fell silent
and his gaze was distant
and the followers waited for his reply
finally he turned
and his olde face was filled with tranquil joy
and the women sighed to see him so
and the men looked at each other
and said
it is good….
in his sonorous voice
the prophet margin spoke
then let me tell you of my childhood
let me tell you of my kind mother
let me tell you about my patient generous father
and my 2 pleasant brothers
and times spent in peaceful lands
how i was never hungry or lonely
how my parents did their best to spare me from lifes cruel barbs
how we had many visitors in our humble abode
and how my father entertained with music n laughter
while my mother graciously prepared and served the food
and how
in those times long gone by
the children would wander further
unafraid of villains or kidnappers…
“for who would kidnap urchins like us
in these golden prosperous times..?”
and he spoke of swimming in lagoons n sea pools
in river mouths and on hotel rooftops
of the white sands of his adopted land
and the rockpools containing entire universes
and holidays in the glorious sun
palm trees and sea breezes
coffee shacks and red sunsets
the cane fields and the storms
the rain the park and other things
childhoods daze
unable to tell real from dream
astral travelling so easily out n gone
over wollongong n port kembla
vividly walking abroad as only spirit
oh the rich worlds only imagination allows us to enter
heroes gods monsters
all are real
always attracted by the strange
always attracted by the weird n eldritch
his imagination became inextricably intertwined with his mind
until i lived half within my own world at all times…
the olde marster stopped and looked around
i still do…..he said
at this there was laughter from his followers
although judas the wag was slinking off to try to betray him
selling him out to the “straights” for 30 cheap laffs
in an internet cafe in sheffield
bon bon was pleased with his answer
and he ventured a second…
the obvious question,
oh aphid in the roses, is this:
when were you most truly sad?
and the olde foole but still coole
answered thus:
the gear my friends
oh thou shalt beware the gear
for the gear is your enemy and will bring you undone
thou shalt not fuck with the gear!
and the mangy panther hissed and spat in disgust!
and his mother came out from the crowd
with her new improved knee
and she pacified her son
saying to the crowd
“cant you see my son needs to rest….?”
and his friend davem said master blaster
there is a large gathering here…
yet i have only 5 rediburgers with me
the saint who is no saint
took the burgers from his dear disciple
and said
they shoulda brought their own bloody food
and then
he thoughtfully took a big bite
mmmm eggless mayonaise…?

17 Responses to “time, being what it is”

  1. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 9 November 2008 at 9:35 pm #

    The gear puts holes in your head you can’t fill. The gear unlocks unmoderated desire in us for the very thing we don’t need. It’s waiting out in the tall strange grass.

  2. avatar
    ml68 | 9 November 2008 at 9:50 pm #

    a BYO sermon. I like it.

  3. avatar
    princey | 9 November 2008 at 10:03 pm #

    You’re a funny fella sk. Always love reading about your dayz as a little Time Being tyke.
    Love Amanda

  4. avatar
    EDD | 10 November 2008 at 6:06 am #

    When I was a kid, I had this fear of being kidnapped, unreasonable really. I was 8 in 1982. I just started hearing about it. I was also deathly afraid of dying in a tornado. I would look up at the grey swirling clouds and get vertigo…living in southeast Texas at the time and all……

  5. avatar
    kat | 10 November 2008 at 7:02 am #


    your fears aren’t unfounded about getting blown away.

    sk, it really depends on the nature of the gear. ya know, like gear tempts you to make up for other bad shit thats not gear. but no gear is always good.


  6. avatar
    Jasperina | 10 November 2008 at 7:18 am #

    …and the women sighed to see him so.
    I sigh alot when I read your blogs. Today’s is a beauty. Sweet words about childhood. Let out a big sigh when I scrolled down and saw your beautiful portraits. I thought…WOW…as well. Just love the art blogs and the thinking behind the art… suppose it’s because that is where my deepest passion lies. Music, art and writing they do come from the same place. It has gotta be the best place to be…SIGH…

  7. avatar
    knot | 10 November 2008 at 7:26 am #

    and a fallen woman stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with her hot tears, and did wipe clean his feet with the long hairs of her head, and kissed his holy feet, and anointed them with her perfumes.

    then she wondered if there should have been a colon, or perhaps a semi colon, and she was perplexed and ate of some chocolate.

    also delicious

  8. avatar
    sergezéni | 10 November 2008 at 10:07 am #

    Vroom-vroom-vroom! Precaution is what’s needed the most with gears! Speed kills, I’ve been told. Vroom-vroom-vroom…!

  9. avatar
    heather | 10 November 2008 at 10:55 am #

    he he he; prophet margin…

  10. avatar
    Tyler | 10 November 2008 at 12:02 pm #

    Just wanted to say thanks for the other day, Steve. Good to know the idiot ‘judas wag’ isn’t fooling anybody. Take care, mate.

  11. avatar
    Bon | 10 November 2008 at 1:08 pm #

    …and even though it took Moses a while to get back to me on this one…lo, it was good. I do appreciate your perspectives on these things, you have lived a far fuller life than my good self.

    I shall stay off-eth the gear at your behest.

    Good night old panther.


  12. avatar
    sergezéni | 10 November 2008 at 3:14 pm #

    A little too weak for my taste, Heather!
    Better luck next time?!
    he he he by the way.

  13. avatar
    questionsaboutfaithetc | 10 November 2008 at 6:05 pm #

    Alright ee cummings, what exactly is the gear? Can you define it???

  14. avatar
    davem | 10 November 2008 at 6:07 pm #

    You do realise that the reason there were only 5 burgers was because I’d eaten the other 4,995!
    You don’t get a figure like mine without veggie burgers!

  15. avatar
    fantasticandy | 10 November 2008 at 7:11 pm #

    i thought that was the stuff you bought from mary quant on carnaby street….

  16. avatar
    ScaughtFive | 10 November 2008 at 7:48 pm #

    Gear? Well it’s fab, at first. When it becomes the prescription for simply maintaining your cool and keeping you from chewing off your lower lip, the gear becomes a bugbear to get off- speedskill or no(and I thought I had speedskill a-plenty when I went down the turnpike).

  17. avatar
    eek | 11 November 2008 at 10:59 pm #

    they shoulda brought their own bloody food


    Sweet and funny blog today. Excellent.

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