posted on February 27, 2009 at 12:06 am

i emerge from the sea
i am watery and grave
lord of the deep
oh you know my name
oh you sure know my name
i am that angry earthshaker
i am the blue haired one
i am violent and swirling and cold
oh i am handsome behind my malevolent glare
oh i am old beyond any measure of years
oh i am quick to rage and thunder
oh i roam this world
demanding sacrifice
bring me your virgin daughters
bring me your calves with the gilded horns
bring me your reddest darkest wine
bring me your enemies blood
i am simultaneously suave and savage
i am towering over your craft in a narrow strait
i am visiting my monsters in their holes
i am fucking poseidon baby
oh god it feels so good to be me
but my anger never abates
my bitterness
my spleen
envious of zeus
that bastard
lord of sky
me submerged
before even atlantis went down
before lyonesse
before lemuria
before the first man entered the sea
i was
i father bright sons on bitches of women
my boys die on the plains of ilium
damn you troy
fuck you greece
fuck you olympians too
yeah
i am the rocker of cities
i swallow ships whole
i explode in a gale of storms
look in my grey eyes
look at my twisted beard
look at my legs knotted in muscle
i am pitta i am fire
i am fire and water
not earth or air
i burn n i drown
immersed in oceania
abroad in akkadia
release those mighty bulls
and see me vault over their golden horns
in crete
in cythera
where i tryst with aphrodite
amoral and dopey
like a goddess of love should be
shes clumsy
she knocks things over
she shows me all her secrets
i think
well now ive really had her
but i still swim to her islands
and i call upon her
in her own temple
i appear like a gathering mist
i whirl my cloak about me
i materialize grey haired and tanned
the slaves tending her sacred fires are shocked
oh my lady the sea god is here to visit you
dont keep me waiting poseidon bellows
in the temple of love in the temple of love love love
how dare he walk in here like he owns the place
i am your master he bawls
i am your lord…
aphrodite deigns to appear
you are fucking rude n pushy my lord
here…take these
poseidon pushes something into her mouth
three tiny round pills
on each
is stamped a trident
oh my lord …says aphrodite
as poseidon fondles her all over
tiny cherubs float about
poseidon swats at them
occasionally knocking one down in a bloody heap
tell those idiots to keep away from me ..he growls
and he passes out
in the wee small hours
he arises
walks to the shore
and disappears under the water
in the morning she finds
a small sea shell
in his place

27 Responses to “tri-dent”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 1:08 am #

    Not on your fuckin’ nelly,

  2. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 27 February 2009 at 1:15 am #

    You Are “The Power Behind The Throne.”

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 2:15 am #

    After your “Booze” blog. im requesting one on “the devil’s dandruff”. I remember your “proem” in the NUAA mag. But this request is more personal as it’s for “us”.
    And as that great philosopher andrew Eldritch said”The world is made of us and them, we have to be so nice to us , as there are so many of them”
    Ta China
    Xtian

  4. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 3:15 am #

    How about taking your little community to the top of a hill in the southern Aussie bush (the edge will be fine) on a hot summer day with a howling north wind and no moisture. Love those trees, save the trees, just the trees, they don’t answer back. And you can impress your songs on them once you’ve turned them into paper.

    You can ignore all the warnings too. You’ll be good at that bit, being superior beings and all. No need to listen to anyone else when you already know everything.

    Then when you all get burned (or run away like strangers never seen bushfires), we can have a fundraiser to show how much we care, everyone will know how very nice and compassionate we are over your devastation and tragedy.

  5. avatar
    steve kilbey | 27 February 2009 at 3:24 am #

    yawn

  6. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 3:27 am #

    Hazy

    Chant glorious beyond Myth
    Poetry misses in this life of hazydizziness
    But Poetry became dangerous
    Since words stopped to describe things

    – But in Poetry words never described!
    says curiously the Voice of Reason
    Danger is to find out words don’t just describe things.

    Lyrical effect army
    Made to burn holes in your hands
    There falls the rhythm of the land
    Where syllables cease to join miracles

    I see you through your prose
    Because I see the entire prose in you
    And I dissect it from the brightness of your eyes
    And the soft curve of your grin
    Till what I have is nothing more than me

    What is mine but the idea behind?
    Don’t answer before the sun rises
    What is yours that is not mine?
    Don’t ask until the sun lies.

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 3:36 am #

    In my other self, I say: dear, moderate again, it was sweet opposed to this poison you should avoid. Because you are very aware of the holes in your mansuit to be confronted with this plain shit.

  8. avatar
    Rehan | 27 February 2009 at 4:06 am #

    SK, why dya leave the cage door open and let the idiot in…?

  9. avatar
    Lian | 27 February 2009 at 4:11 am #

    That is really funny, anony 2:15.
    How can you be as boring as I am?

  10. avatar
    steve | 27 February 2009 at 4:35 am #

    when my cheque clears i’ll be the eleventh comment!

  11. avatar
    Celticat | 27 February 2009 at 4:49 am #

    Anon @2.15pm, there is something seriously wrong with you.

    Using the bush fires in your responses is going way over the line in terms of taste and dignity, and you do yourself a great disservice.

    Having had the experience of cleaning up after a bush fire and placing burnt remains into a body bag, your comments make me weep.

  12. avatar
    princey | 27 February 2009 at 5:20 am #

    Ha, I enjoyed this blog alot sk, but hey, don’t curse the Olympians, my old mum’s from them mountains (but she’d have a laugh at your blog, if she could read english, that is:)
    Love amanda

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 6:56 am #

    weren’t you gunna tell us about the making of heyday? or the time you stole angus young’s school uniform?

  14. avatar
    persephone2u | 27 February 2009 at 7:19 am #

    Re: the last blog and comment about moderation, I don’t think anyone minds this guy’s insults as he’s a mentally unstable freak (ooooh scary!) but he just sits in front of the computer 24/7 and is intent on hijacking your blog. Most people do use comment moderation and personally I think it’s nicer when you moderate the comments as this guy has no life and will never go away and the whole thing detracts from your nice blogs. You have control of the whole thing, so don’t feel bad using comment moderation if you want to. Either way, it’s all good.

  15. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 27 February 2009 at 8:07 am #

    ….movie written by s. kilbey, directed by cecil b demille….oscar-winning stuff indeed….
    a friend gave me a VAST compilation today, fuck it’s good….
    love always….

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2009 at 9:47 am #

    n thats all i wanted to say.:):Ix

  17. avatar
    eek | 27 February 2009 at 10:11 am #

    I enjoyed this. Smart, fun. Perfect.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Re: what makes this blog special and comment moderation

    What makes this blog special is you — your writing, your thoughts, and to a lesser extent, the ability for your readers to interact with you through comments. This dynamic isn’t dramatically altered by comment moderation.

    It is true that the ability of readers to have conversations with other readers in the comments section is slowed by comment moderation, but when there are so many other places for reader to reader conversations (Seance or HotelWomb — complete with chatroom — for those who want a Church-related area, and loads of other places such as Myspace, Facebook, blogs of our own on various platforms, email, etc.) keeping the comments unmoderated so your readers can more easily converse with each other isn’t really necessary. I’m sure if any of us really want to converse with anyone else here we can find somewhere other than your comments section.

    So what it comes down to, Steve, is whatever works best for you.

  18. avatar
    EDD | 27 February 2009 at 10:31 am #

    I think the anon is needed. Reminds us all that we are sane, rational people that are not interested in brining someone down. Insult me, Anon. Please! I need to know how much better you are than me. Than all of us. Write it in BIG CAPITAL LETTERS!!! Demand things. Exercise your wit. Steve….I really didn’t get your rant about alcohol. What of the triple sec? What of the dark, red wine? What of the grenadine? Drinking liquid happiness….your tears could not be seen….tears could not be seen…….What of the Agave?….the cactus tastes strangely sweet as it goes down inside….Are you trippin’ right now? I need your excess to ground me. I know I couldn’t handle a ‘shroom trip. I envey you for not giving a fuck and going for it. I was listening to The Slow Crack on my way to work today. The chorus of Transaction rises. Sorry for the tangents….Luv EDD

  19. avatar
    Freddie | 27 February 2009 at 11:39 am #

    (flushed)
    Well done m’lord.

  20. avatar
    eek | 27 February 2009 at 11:41 am #

    Streaming video of one of the Triffids PIAF gigs is up on the iinet website. Click here and then select Music and then Perth Festival, then The Triffids.

    It’s split into four parts (written as show one, two, etc), but apparently parts one and two are the same thing. SK’s parts are in part three (Lonely Stretch, Wide Open Road, and Stolen Property) and four (Field of Glass).

    Fabulous stuff, but I can see why you lost you voice, Steve!

  21. avatar
    catchow | 27 February 2009 at 11:55 am #

    back to mythology,starring “suave
    and savage” poseidon with his so
    useful tri-dent…
    a good one again,Steve,fine reflect of your top-notch persona
    lity.

  22. avatar
    fantasticandy | 27 February 2009 at 1:43 pm #

    holly….
    i can see where your’e coming from,
    and respect your point of view…
    but, i’m with EDD on this one.

    lyonesse….i swear i heard those watery bells chiming once…long ago………

  23. avatar
    matthew | 27 February 2009 at 3:22 pm #

    Ooer, lookout it’s Ol’ Poiseidon! (hands you a rake) …But really, I must congratulate you heartily SK – watched the online footage of Triffids show in WA… MAN, you truly excelled! So great to watch you cutting loose like that! Inspirational. etc.

  24. avatar
    Mr. Argent | 27 February 2009 at 6:37 pm #

    Thanks for the link, eek.

  25. avatar
    John Garratt | 27 February 2009 at 7:49 pm #

    There’s an old secret to marketing and fads; ignore them and they disappear.

    Ignore the grumpy anonymous, they will disappear.

    It’s that simple.

  26. avatar
    seoigh | 27 February 2009 at 8:00 pm #

    Just watched the streaming viddy from the Triffids gig. Gotta say, you’re more at ease on stage without an instrument than I am. I feel completely vulnerable without a guitar — physically vulnerable. I end up slouching and looking generally horrible, wrecking the performance. So good job. I didn’t expect you to look so natch. I’m not so comfortable in my own skin.

  27. avatar
    PAGEY | 27 February 2009 at 8:08 pm #

    I am vata pita and kapha, you are forever under my command. Write some killer tunes or else!


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