posted on May 28, 2007 at 1:25 am

monday comes around
cant trust that day
mondays childe so fair of face
everyday is anyday to me
i sit alone at home
ive swum
ive qi gonged
back still hurting
(will not bore ya w/that anymoore)
what was i going to say?
does anyone outthere remember?
monday is moon day
the moon
the month
the moons cycle
the cycle of ovulation
the unending thrust of reproduction
all them new ones trying to get born
all them that wanna take their chances
again
rich man
poor man
beggar man king
silk satin cotton rags
life
oh dont start me talking
what is this thing “life”
are we/you/i wasting it ?
chasing chimeras
being misdirected by maya
swallowing the illusion and saying give me more
i dont know about you
ive had a weird life
and always something trying to tell me something
my misadventures always end with someone saying
in my mind
i thought i told you that would happen….
repeating an action, expecting different results
thats insanity they say in n.a. and a.a.
you cant turn a gherkin back into a cucumber!
so as my own metaphor goes
im poking round in a muddy puddle
whilst standing in the midst of an edenic garden
but aint that just like a human
weve got this built in mechan-ism…
look what they gave us
and look what we done with it
and yet and yet
and yet
well no surprises
its a warm autumnal day here in n.bondi
the water was cold…about 17
and the sauna was hot
i washed my wispy hair with a little bottle of shampoo
i picked up in a hotel in europa somewhere
i walk down the street in my army shirt w/stickers
white cord shorts
blunnies n odd socks
my noise cancellation headphones blasting krautrock shuffle
my 60 gig ipodd swinging at my hippy old hip hip
i am ageing disgracefully
no i will not become a shapeless gray amoeba
an olde cheezy boozy meaty “straight” man popping viagra n antacids
some waddling walrus in a suity
why is this so important to me
to make this distinction to my poor long-suffering readers
over and over
because….
i dunno
actually i just dunno
its another of those traps i wassa talking about
you know maya n illusion
i may think my illusion is a superior illusion
but its still illusion
some people do want the illusion
and good luck to em
hey theres plenty to go around folks
plenty n plenty of sweet sticky illusion for you
muse : kilbey youre as deluded as anyone out there
yes i am
but im still interested in finding a bit of truth
if it bit me on the ass that is
muse: meanwhile you got a both ways bet going aint ya?
yes i guess you could say that
muse : why do you pretend?
i am afraid to be myself
muse : why?
because it might feel too good
so i pretend n pretend till the bitter end
muse : afraid of feeling good?
as hard as it is to believe, muse, yes
muse: everything you do is convoluted
its all i know
the hard way
the ordinarymans path
muse : your self styled ordinary man makes me laugh im afraid
all of us are ordinary and yet unique
muse : more pretence
muse, you dont amuse me sometimes
muse : thats why you can trust me
you always deliver
muse : there you go
afternoon is here
lunchtime in all the schools
brown paper bags n sandwiches
packets of crisps
inevitable bananas
i remember a kid whos mother packed him celery
and a little rolled up packet of salt which he sprinkled carefully on
i wished i liked celery…
lunchtime in hospitals
say a prayer for the people there and be just happy youre not in there
ditto for prisons and institutions
ah sweet freedom
once you lose it youll realise
jail jail jail
all the people serving time for bullshit crimes like possessing pot
most of the real crims are out and extant, readily available
dont ever go to jail fiendss
you wont like it
that i will guarantee you
its a horror for a man to be locked up
lord have mercy on all the jailers and the jailed
imagine a world without locks
no need
no one gonna take your stuff
muse : a little naive idealism, being?
hey its just a blogg
ok?

35 Responses to “unanchored”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 2:54 am #

    there is no illusion or delusion of grandeur,where you are concerned…you are brilliant,in the many meanings of the word…..healing to/on the back….much consideration and love,beaming toward nth bondi,as always,genx xxx

  2. avatar
    DRAGONFLY | 28 May 2007 at 2:55 am #

    now that is more like it me esskay, me loved today’s word…
    Ne iko

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 3:54 am #

    p.s. my darling ginger striped tabby,with perfect candy striped tail.his name “Wassa”….as opposed to the oversized jet black cat of my childhood…used to call him a panther {it made him purr like like a radial engine}….he lived to be 21 yrs old…..aint nothing wrong with a mangey old panther…its the purr that keeps you young…genx

  4. avatar
    Yes - Leave it | 28 May 2007 at 4:50 am #

    quoting Steve

    “an olde cheezy boozy meaty “straight” man popping viagra n antacids”

    thats such a great line

    Illusion, wow, remember your Qi-gong and meditation, keep it up, stop the pot. Pot is such a magnet for illusion. Keep that Q and M and Y up and you will clear away all the illusion at least more than one can imagine. There is such a thing as reality too. Yes illusion is the very air and muddled history of the unclear thought of time that surrounds the earth but above there is pure secret truth that unfortunately does not answer all our qustions, but alas it does get us into perceptions closer to reality than to the illusions. Illusions are definitely exposed on the path of meditation, and stripped away. Keep it up. Bury the magnets or you will fail and have intercourse with illusions till your dying day.

    GP

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 6:54 am #

    It is hard sometimes to know what’s real and what’s illusion in our life sk, for example I sometimes can’t believe that I’m writing to you every day and somehow keeping in touch with the ONE and ONLY SK….is this reality or illusion???? ooooh spoooooky

    Love always,
    Amanda

  6. avatar
    kat | 28 May 2007 at 7:04 am #

    every day is any day is a day is the same the last the first

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 7:07 am #

    Chin up, olde bean. When feeling blue try watching a funny movie or lose yourself in a good book. Distraction can get your mind off things and laughter is the best medicine.

    Love
    Lady Di

  8. avatar
    Leelinau | 28 May 2007 at 8:05 am #

    Celery IS gross!
    And peanut butter ON celery is
    worse if thats even possible.

    In my mind.

    its 3aM
    Can’t sleep @reality.net

    heard the remastered Fly.
    never better.
    Aside from hearing it
    in PERSON of course.
    [echo]

    AND in the car
    [exquisite cruising weather]
    on the radio I heard (of course) UTMW
    but somehow its even more
    special

    RELOAD*

    ^_^

  9. avatar
    fantasticandy | 28 May 2007 at 8:32 am #

    ‘growing old disgracefuly’
    nah’ i ain’t having that.
    verve,vigour,vim, couple these with
    experience and a desire to create,
    is that disgraceful?
    taking it all for granted?
    yeah, now that would be a disgrace.

    andy L.

  10. avatar
    fandorin | 28 May 2007 at 8:33 am #

    > why is this so important to me

    Oh baby, you don’t have to worry
    Everything is justifed
    Oh baby, you don’t have to worry
    Everything is on your side

    Hex

  11. avatar
    alex | 28 May 2007 at 10:40 am #

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  12. avatar
    zebob | 28 May 2007 at 11:54 am #

    Steve: Did you try the stretching for the back? Sometimes a little of the leaning from side to side with hands on the hips will do wonders for a sore back. It’ll be bad at first but it should ease up if you keep at it.
    I’m not a pot-smoker, haven’t tried it since I was a kid. Maybe we never got the good stuff but it didn’t much appeal to me. Plus my dad would have beat my ass if he caught me smoking it.
    I admit to a sinking feeling, reading SK’s words on pot and all its artistic merits while images of Sean Penn as Jeff Spicoli danced in my head.
    But the exhortations by “yes – leave it” give me pause. I recently read an intriguing essay on marijuana by Michael Pollan from his book “The Botany of Desire: A Plant’s-Eye View of the World.”
    Eye-opening stuff. He argues that instead of building illusions, that marijuana lowers the blinds from our defensive sensory mechanisms, the ones that essentially dull down the moments of everyday life because we wouldn’t be able to handle all the sight/sound stimulus if allowed to process it fully. Life is already an illusion precisely because of these limits imposed by our own bodies.
    He praises pot for lowering those defenses and thus allowing us to temporarily imbibe in that feeling of profound wonder, living in the moment, making it feel as if time is slowing down, etc.
    He’s a wonderful writer. I highly recommend the book. He’s definitely influenced my point of view on the topic. I won’t be smoking it up but I’m not on my high horse about the people who choose to use it.
    -z

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 12:18 pm #

    well…i must say that my explorations of pot have always been rather pleasant, although i get the munchies something chronic…as for growing old,shit, it’s just a number…i find life getting better as i’m getting older…a message to dd if he reads this…you drive me crazy you sexy beast…
    -The Hellbound Heart

  14. avatar
    daniel 39, 3 | 28 May 2007 at 1:37 pm #

    the inevitable ‘…’? one shouldn’t eat them. not even use the word. they’re disgusting

  15. avatar
    daniel 39, 3 | 28 May 2007 at 1:37 pm #

    the inevitable ‘…’? one shouldn’t eat them. not even use the word. they’re disgusting

  16. avatar
    jJ | 28 May 2007 at 1:41 pm #

    An interesting reflection, notes from the cyber-journal. “I don’t wanna live in no jailhouse” acoustic singer-songwriter sang way back in seventees, preferring wigwam, he don’t wanna live in no barracks either; me too.

    Celery, wish they wouldn’t put it in Chinese dishes that i like; I have to pick it out like a petulant child. Been busy moving under new roof, just checking in with T.B. for my morning read with coffee, half a world away. Passing time, years flowing by – I just turned 53; I can’t believe it, must be in denial. “Time”…all those chiming, ticking clocks were faithfully reproduced in big arena Roger Waters show I saw on my birthday, sans-rest-of-Floyd, Roger looked pretty fit, reminded me of another certain bass-player somewhere. You would have enjoyed the messages on floating pig. Funny.

  17. avatar
    davem | 28 May 2007 at 1:53 pm #

    Poor, long-suffering? Us?
    We love it.

    xx

  18. avatar
    restaurant mark | 28 May 2007 at 3:24 pm #

    one of my favorites today…if i start to say much more than that, it’ll turn into a college essay.

    continue to age disgracefully…no need to blend and fade

  19. avatar
    ben | 28 May 2007 at 4:21 pm #

    jail, glad not to go back. i remember after getting out seeing guys i was locked up with on the streets and would have this overwhelming happy feeling to see them free out of that place, even the guys i didnt like. what a horrible place, no music and even if you try to be alone you cant excape the mindless conversations around ya. i sure as hell learned my lesson tho.

  20. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 28 May 2007 at 5:42 pm #

    I am a vegetarian, boozy person who is definitely aging disgracefully. I would love to supplant booze with pot but then I would lose my job and go to prison. Anybody can end up in prison. Americans have a Holiday today. It is Memorial today and we are trying to celebrate the lives of our dead troops including the more than 3000 that have died in Iraq. SK’s in great shape it is strange that he thinks he is so old. 64 year old McCartney and 66 year old Ringo Starr are both going to be touring in the upcoming months. They don’t look or play old. Right now I am listening to the song “Song To Go”. It is so haunting, poignant harrowing, rife with pathos and perfect. The Doors nor Pink Floyd could top it. In Closing, SK is a much better poet and prose writer than Jim Morrison. I loved the Door’s music and Jim’s vocals but I stay away from the extraneous rants of Jim Morrison. He was so atheist and dark ! Morrison was brilliant and big-time self-destructive. He gives me panic attacks.

  21. avatar
    gareth,notts | 28 May 2007 at 6:36 pm #

    stupid law system we have in england,did time 6 years back,yet the police involved said i shoulda got a medal for what i did!took 6 years of aggro from some guy before,in a weak split-second, i finally flattened him.this guy used to beat his girlfriends up,even chased one round the house with a knife,yet i’m the one who goes to prison,but i dont regret hitting him,or going to prison,learned alot from the experience!

  22. avatar
    nickFiction | 28 May 2007 at 10:27 pm #

    thanks!! good one…

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 11:06 pm #

    Truth would love to bite on the ass! xxx

  24. avatar
    CSTCoach | 28 May 2007 at 11:34 pm #

    Received my copy of Fruit Machine the other day. Really enjoyed it! It was a fascinating tour through several decades of the most pivotal music of our time, by someone in the biz, but more importantly by a creator and innovator of said music (kinda like a book on literature by yer favourite author…). Lots of new stuff to look up and give a listen to. And I thought the prose did a nice job of mirroring the subject matter – it managed to capture that multiple nature of rock music, that same flow and energy in all its guises. An enjoyable little read that really carries you along.

    Well done. 🙂

    ryan

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 28 May 2007 at 11:41 pm #

    It’s Jeff Buckleys 10th anniversary today sk, I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since that horrible tragedy happened, R.I.P. JB wherever you are, I wish you were still here. I still can’t listen to his music without tears, what a sad day that was.
    Look forward to your bloggy later.
    Love always,
    Amanda xx

  26. avatar
    Wil-O | 28 May 2007 at 11:45 pm #

    How can I be sure
    when your illusion is my intrusion
    I ask you more and more
    how can I be sure?

    thanks for reminding me, Kil-O.

  27. avatar
    mattdavison | 29 May 2007 at 12:28 am #

    Illusion = delusion

    time = space

    inherent = destruction

    power = overwhelmed

    complex = overexcitement

    compassion = motivation

    karma = action

    contentment = happy

    phenomenon = life

    illusion = anxiety

    m
    ====================================&priest = aura

  28. avatar
    sharka parka | 29 May 2007 at 2:10 am #

    You say whispy, I say bald!

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 May 2007 at 2:28 am #

    beautifully said!

  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 May 2007 at 3:22 am #

    Two paths ahead, right?
    Standing in the crossroads… for how long?

    Love on both paths. That’s seems a sweet sweet choice for the newbies, right, Mr. Kilbey? Sweet… sweet my ass.

    Nothing sweet when there’s a cherished reality so close and a (illusory? how can we know if we don’t get there?) mystery to be revealed so far away… And both seem a lose/lose situation…..

    I know how it feels. I stand on the same crossroads…….. Just let me know if you made a decision… that could be an inspiration, or revelation.
    Revel on it.

    The astral conspirator.

  31. avatar
    Ansible Jon | 29 May 2007 at 4:09 am #

    so many prisons.
    some we even can see, touch.
    most not.
    many of the most diabolical are the ones we construct for ourselves.
    time is a facinating, frustrating prison. perhaps pot is parole…

    never undervalue happiness.

    even the most brilliant artiste such as yourself, be they prolific enough, has material they may not wish to claim, but must. perhaps you should peruse your dusty olde boxes of recordings and release an obscurities cd entitled “inevitable bananas”…

    much love and respect, brother.

  32. avatar
    a concerned parent. | 29 May 2007 at 4:59 am #

    is it o.k. for a 55 y.o. to be living the life of a teenager?

  33. avatar
    malcolm arkey | 29 May 2007 at 5:21 am #

    And in the red corner we have Mr Qizybuzymeeti, while in the blue corner we have Mr Hippistoneyveggie.

    Remember gentlemen, no blows below the ego…and may the best deluder win !

  34. avatar
    stealthblue | 29 May 2007 at 6:03 am #

    amen…

  35. avatar
    Sunshine | 30 May 2007 at 6:54 pm #

    Penitentiaries are an even worse hell for the wrongfully convicted. The number of wrongfully convicted freed by DNA evidence has recently gone up to 200 in the U.S. since the inception of the Innocence Project.

    There are a lot of areas of the US where people don’t lock their doors (not even to their cars), however they are usually very rural areas (cow fields, corn fields, etc). Most people in cities lock their doors, though for some reason, my parents in the suburbs of NY don’t, and my little brother in (insert city), Colorado doesn’t. He figures he doesn’t have anything he can’t replace anyway.

    ~Sunshine


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