posted on August 13, 2008 at 10:15 am

the world within the world within
the cut
the incision
the revelation
we travel and travel
we move together
we leave
i am coldness
you are heat
you signal the oncoming era
i hark back to an age of larks
let science and magic then blend
let us put asunder these strange bonds of matter
michael before me
gabriel behind me
the alchemical smell of melting metal
of sulphur
of blood
of sperm
the temperate layers of flesh
the unyieilding skin of gold
the flash of light when elementals appear
the claustrophobic laboratory
what door now opens
what path can be found
which way out
which way in
which of us will go first?
me?
yes?
i plunge in like a fool
in to what
into what i do not know
i fall and fall and fall
i never become used to this falling
ah my friend has joined me
falling past me so fast
sickening jump
falling faster gaining speed
we suddenly collide
smashing full on into the wall of sleep
jolting us like solid ice
we disintegrate on impact
we break into a thousand agonizing pieces
our names are obliterated
we are given up
in liquid slowness something reassembles me
some divine process perhaps
taking oh so long
you are ready before me
you are ready to leave but you kindly will wait
the process fits us with beautiful wings
and we soar away
out of the deep abyss and its gloom
and we spiral up towards the brightest star
and we fly up up into the great sky of the earth
and you sing a mournful song as we break free
in cold space
we spirits pass
our winged shoulders pump the airless tracts
we flow in the wake of novas
we in the slipstream of the hurtling moon
where the dead make their abode
the dead moon full of dead souls
watching the world
waiting to be reborn as a helpless child
as the moon curves to take us
we alter our course
into the depths of whatever is out there which is mostly nothing
with the occasional some-thing moving through it
eventually we are sucked into spaces rip
flung into black and blacker voids
even as spirit i am afraid
we huddle in the pit
in the deep pit of the universe
where everything curves
and everything oozes
and everything slips
pulled down by eventuality…
a devil approaches us
burning in the flame of old evil
a delightful old devil
roasted red like a dried up pig
dribbling like a fiend
and poking at us
like delicacies on a hook
satan you lying bastard
satan you filthy monster
satan morningstar devourer of children
not so …..says the devil
his breath stinking of brimstone and rotten garlic
his breath stinking of cheap perfume and gelatine
his breath stinking of listerine and white paint
not so …says the devil
his tongue black and leathery
his tongue coated in green moss
his tongue forked like the serpent
not so…says the devil
his voice like velvet against glass
his voice like water lapping a pier
his voice like machinery seizing up
satan you treacherous toad
you are a very rude man says the devil
his grip is fiery
like a million bull ants biting
like a wasp colony inside your skin
his scorpion fingers
his vampire nails
his dragon wings beating foully
this is no illusion
this is no dream
this is no shadow play
he snaps his blackened reddish fingers
articulated like a lobster
and hell yawns open suddenly
and you struggle fiercely against where he has us pinned
you beat at his pinioned wings
and scratch at his eyes
screaming the name of every god you can remember
and he roars at some of those names
and others make him laugh
and still others make him cower
so the old brute knows fear, eh…..?
emboldened you break free and dart away
he turns toward me
his eyes a flaming darkness
his teeth black with flecks of blood and foam
his nostrils flared and misshapen
you….! he says
stand back wicked one ….i hopelessly shout
into his smouldering face
then you have returned with something
something that makes him snarl
spinning to face you
back for more? he asks in a deafening whisper
reaching up for you
like a giant reaching for a fly
like a monstrous child reaching for a gnat
like an angry bear reaching for a bee
you are unafraid
you hurl a stone
and like goliath
he totters
this way
and
that way
and
this way
and that way again
gasping and clutching at his forehead
where the stone lies embedded
it is a sun blazing in the night of evil
it is a star burning brightly in the caverns of black space
it was all your hope and love and strength
dont fade , star……
the prints of darkness pierced by light
the measure of him taken
his demise was assured
from the very beginning
silently we ascend
me scorched and bleeding
my wings damaged
i limp thru the skies
you pale and nearly lifeless
my old friend
in the light of cosmic rays
in the clear light radiating out from unknown sources
in the sublunar dimness
in the frozen beam of distant planets
i see your face
as we flee that dreadful place
your face like a hurt angel
your face with its noble angles
your face now quiet and drawn
the fearslayer
the master of self
the constant

you

28 Responses to “tomorrows blog today”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 13 August 2008 at 11:01 pm #

    ,,,, I love you ,,,,

  2. avatar
    princey | 14 August 2008 at 12:34 am #

    Wow, that was a wild ride sk! Your description of the devil made my skin crawl…”his breath stinking of listerine and white paint” made me giggle though!
    love Amanda
    P.S. Great news about the Painkiller live show in Syds, but will there be a Melby one???? Just a simple yes/no dearest sk!

  3. avatar
    JJ | 14 August 2008 at 1:04 am #

    TTB –

    Quite an outpouring of words today; a fascinating read.

    I feel disconnected, I walked through the motions at work today, my body there, but just occupying space. I was really somewhere else.

  4. avatar
    davem | 14 August 2008 at 2:10 am #

    3.10am in blighty…
    Esskay.
    You’re wonderful!!!!!
    xx

  5. avatar
    melissa | 14 August 2008 at 4:06 am #

    ‘the fearslayer
    the master of self
    the constant’

    wow … I think I should get these words tattoed somewhere 😉 Powerful blog today for me – thanks SK

    x

  6. avatar
    melissa | 14 August 2008 at 4:09 am #

    Keeping my fingers crossed with Amanda for a Melby gig too 😀

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 August 2008 at 4:11 am #

    hello sk, two things for you to ignore –

    1 – are ya on rockwiz this weekend or has it been already – i saw dein little facial on an add last night, looking quite the bemused one?

    2- whatever happened to coffee hounds?

  8. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 14 August 2008 at 4:17 am #

    A Man Of Innate Compassion !

    As I have re-read Andy’s coomments to Craig I am awed by Andy’s innate decency, compassion and goodwill. I’ve been a proactive commentor for 18 months and have noticed that Andy invariably encourages, solaces and imparts his best wishes to all. His remarks are always constructive and never contrived. I was sad to read about the early death of his father and the untoward treatment that his mother gave him. He has been his own support system and has cultivated a measured and benign personality that must inevitably resonate everywhere and definitely at The Time Being. I admire such a person for being “real” while working hard all day and frenetically playing for an unheralded band in his spare time that merits musical recognition. In this fallen world rife with deceit, materialism, envy, pride, vainglory and violence Andy is a light in the darkness. As I privately mentioned to a fellow commentor-compared to Andy “A Man I’ll Never Be.” For that matter, I’m still awaiting puberty!

  9. avatar
    steve kilbey | 14 August 2008 at 4:34 am #

    rockwiz 6 sept
    coffee hounds available “soon” (ish)

  10. avatar
    captain mission | 14 August 2008 at 4:50 am #

    lovely prose sk

    words danced across my vision
    you are indeed master of language precision
    describing the indescribable
    like the great taoist bible
    paradox and enigma is the true nature of reality
    all connections lead to a poem
    metaphorically speaking or writing
    all roads lead home.

    looking forwards to the painkiller launch

  11. avatar
    dropframe | 14 August 2008 at 4:55 am #

    oh my godd!

  12. avatar
    kat | 14 August 2008 at 6:10 am #

    that was wild, sk. i also forgot about the cool word asunder..

  13. avatar
    linjo | 14 August 2008 at 6:16 am #

    Brien, truly beautiful words. Looking forward to Rockwiz Steve. Havnt seen it for a long time and hope it hasnt become as banal as Spicks and Specks.
    Hope the devil is cuter than that! Linda

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 August 2008 at 7:32 am #

    xxx i love you .xxx:)

  15. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 14 August 2008 at 7:38 am #

    beautiful blog today esskay, so since you are answering questions i see above, i have one to ask, whatever happened to that fall electric magnetic strip tour of the USA??? just wondering…
    Sit Down Jonny

  16. avatar
    i correct your middle eastern mythology now | 14 August 2008 at 9:52 am #

    Molech was the devourer of children. Not Satan. Thank-you.

  17. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 14 August 2008 at 10:35 am #

    In The Passage

    There’s a ring around the moon tonight and a chill in the air
    And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near
    There’s a sound in the wind that blows through the wild mountain holds
    Like the sighs of a thousand crying souls, crying souls
    There’s a time when the traveler is fated to find
    That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind
    And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again
    And lead to his weary journey’s end, his journey’s end

    And in the passage from the cradle to the grave we are born, madly dancing
    Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days
    We run on and on without a backwards glance
    We run on and on without a backwards glance
    I cast my fate with the wife of Lot
    I turned my gaze around
    Knowing neither what I sought nor what was to be found
    Heeding weakness, feeding strength, oh life at length is frail
    I seek again the river’s source through time’s dark shadowed veil
    In the fast fading century, as we spin through the years
    I pray that our failing vision clears, our vision clears

    The places dash and the faces dart like fishes in a dream
    Hiding ‘neath the murky banks of long forgotten streams
    The lines of life are never long when seen from end to end
    The future’s never coming, and the past has never been
    There’s a ring around the moon tonight, and a chill in the air
    And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near

  18. avatar
    linjo | 14 August 2008 at 11:18 am #

    I have been pondering, once again, the thought and possible process of death. Is is better to be given a prognosis of a certain time span, or like Craig’s mum, slip away suddenly? Obviously pros and cons for both situations. We dont get a choice in the end of course, so another thing not worth too much consideration I suppose. Not being fearful of death is a state to aspire to.
    Giving to someone is a personal choice, a joy in itself, made of freewill.
    Steve gives us the gift of his thought and insight each day, sometimes with much wisdom but not always our own belief. I hope that Brien continues to contribute to daily comments as he is basically such an intelligent,compassionate human.
    Linda x

  19. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 14 August 2008 at 11:41 am #

    …peace and love to all who come here, like we’ve read of andy and valeska, we would all have our pain and grief and sadnesses somewhere…i guess it’s how we move on (and up) from it and how it can sometimes make us grow as a person…i suppose, it’s just a thought…there’s a lot of very good and decent people here…
    my god steve, what a visual piece of writing today…brilliant…
    love always…

  20. avatar
    stent | 14 August 2008 at 11:55 am #

    It’s better for you to slip away suddenly, rather than suffer.
    However, it’s probably not better for your family, who are faced with the sudden shock.
    However, worse by far than both of these is having to face the suicide of a loved one. I’ve had close relatives die suddenly and I’ve had them die after a prolonged illness. Both were extremely hard to deal with. But my brother killed himself in February and believe me, guys, nothing compares to the impact of suicide. I really, genuinely, hope no-one here ever has to find that out the hard way. I still don’t have the words for this. I’ll see ya later.

  21. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 14 August 2008 at 1:42 pm #

    Hey Brien, don’t feel bad. I didn’t receive a “thank you”, either.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 August 2008 at 2:20 pm #

    I did. personal email. Top man, our Steve. Oops, now you’ll all want one.

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 August 2008 at 2:24 pm #

    I’m sorry, that was ungracious of me. Sorry, Steve. Sorry, all.

  24. avatar
    envy is a 4-letter word | 14 August 2008 at 3:46 pm #

    Brien, don't give in the hope of getting anything in return. That's really not the point. Your, mine & others' generosity's eased the life of the greatest Renaissance Man of the last 60 years. It's more than enough for me. Steve's made a nice gesture to Davem – good for Davem, I say. Please don't spoil that by sniping from the sidelines about how you want stuff too.

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 August 2008 at 4:57 pm #

    well kilbey, sounds like you been down at the crossroads to make a deal with the man….just don’t do a robert johnson on us! on second thoughts, there is sadness and yearning in your songs, but no blues, so howlin’ killa is alive and well in bondi!
    cheers from germany

  26. avatar
    verdelay | 14 August 2008 at 5:20 pm #

    bravo

    As someone once said to someone else:

    “Adversary, without you I am nothing…”

  27. avatar
    eek | 14 August 2008 at 8:24 pm #

    you are a very rude man says the devil

    I know I’m not supposed to laugh at the devil, but I couldn’t help it — that was funny!

  28. avatar
    Polydora | 15 August 2008 at 3:13 am #

    “It’s better for you to slip away suddenly, rather than suffer. However, it’s probably not better for your family, who are faced with the sudden shock.
    However, worse by far than both of these is having to face the suicide of a loved one.”

    This is not meant to be personal, I merely post the above as a reflection of how we all rationalize what’s better or worse when it comes to death. I’ve heard some people dying from cancer say they were glad for the extra time, because it gave them a chance to put their affairs in order and say goodbye. The pros and cons of death’s timing are as varied as the situations themselves, I’m sure, and not having a chance to say goodbye, is certainly hard.

    Death: it is a component of life we know very little of until we’ve lived through it… until it has bitten into us, cracked us open, initiated us, and parted the veil just a little bit. And I believe it is a life changing event that is difficult to come to terms with regardless of the how and who and when.

    Certainly, depending on our level of interconnectedness, the transition is made all the more difficult and the task of grieving all the longer. But, having been a widow, having seen my friends ear stuck to the leaves behind his body after blowing off his head, having lost relatives, and unborn children, and knowing countless others who have too, I’m often awakened by the sober reminder that I have only encountered common forms of death. What I mean by this is that I’m all to aware that I have never had to confront or suffer the death that greets children who watch their mothers and sisters get raped and murdered before them, or the mothers and fathers who watch their children’s bodies get ripped apart by bombs or hacked by machetes in the night. I do not know the death that comes with this kind of terror, or the grieving (if one can grieve after such horrific shock) that follows. I only know the passing away of life as taken by chance or by one’s own will, but never taken at the hands of another in cold blood.

    It is unfair to compare any sorrow no matter its cause, and it is not my intent to bring this up as a way to diminish anyone’s right to mourn. Not at all. I see all of it, all our sorrows, and each person’s passing, as part of a much larger river of sorrow. We are all entitled to mourn our losses, and I think on the whole it’s imperative that we honor each other’s loss and process. We’d be much healthier emotionally. I find so much denial and negation of any emotion but happiness these days. So many pills to fix ya should you feel anything but… How’s that right? Our life affirming obsession has cut us off from death and the other other half of our being — our shadow — and ourselves.

    Death… I am glad for it. It is the natural balance, natural countermeasure for life. Without it all would be unlimited growth and constant labor trimming it back (I always think of Paradise Lost when pondering the importance of Death). I like change. Death, as an agent of change, means that our happiness may end any moment but also our suffering! And when my back is killing, or when I’m balled up under a blanket crying my eyes out from heartache, or when I’m sitting on top of the toilet screaming “Why? Why? Why did you have to die?” I am thankful for that.

    Any death (be it large or small, yours or mine) – I grieve it. And it only makes sense that the closer it is and the more intimately we are touched by it, the more devastating the loss. Yet I wonder: must we measure loss? Is it productive? Helpful? I’m not so sure.

    I think we try to measure the immeasurable all too often and consequently forget how to just be with it and with one another. Despite this, I think so many here, including the one I quoted above (which is ultimately why I posted it), do a magnificent job extending themselves, their compassion and heart. And in that larger river of joy, I am thankful to you all, for we meet there too.

    hmm, this is not at all what I planned on writing.

    Just thinking out loud I suppose.


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