posted on September 20, 2010 at 6:29 pm

sir roger billyard

in universe #323

where the man eaters roam

some popsinger

a perfect amalgam

gee what a hairdo

fingers strummin’ the cosmic lute

oh his voice of pure gold

spun silver his songs

in the age of  grand allusions

when the boulevardes shook with leaves

in the garden of fonzie cortini

even here the rothschildes hold sway

323 consecutive moves away from us

along any parallel you are destined to choose

there are many choices

but the choice can only ever be the one

that you would choose

so you thematically arc away from here

you pass through actually nothing

you just take a sharp step

coz this is where all the boogie woogie is leaking from

i accidentally found a place where this is possible

a cave on the coastline

it leads to #323

when the sky is a mirror

when the sea is very calm

when the air is full of romantic dreams

crackling with frission

and the people here are so lovely

same old same old but different

the men are stronger they live longer

the women are sweeter, peter

i bet ya like ta meter

the children more innocent

the ancients more wise

the pink sun sets in the south

i wandered into this place it was afternoon

a different afternoon for sure i mean not a today

it was always a yesterday there

a dreamy glowing special effected yesterday

you could feel it was all past

like a fine but faded tapestry

we move through rapid gaps

the evening overlaps

and the music here unearthly

tho this is still earth

still orbiting around 4/4

the clouds above us the waters below

a flood of information

direct injected music

beating inside like a second heart

smooth as a dolphins fluke

a summer storm gathers at sounds frontiers

a layer of acoustic guitar a martin sheen

the young popsinger could be anyone

he leans into an etheric mic

he sings the words you want to hear

fairy dust encrusted

babys been busted

my oh my oh my oh my

fairy floss embossed

ooh my salads all been tossed

oh my oh my oh my oh my

now i’m going down to joppa

tying on a whopper

nobody could ever fucking stop her

oh my oh my oh my

doesnt sound much on paper does it

the download is almost painfree

my synapses bulge

the neutrinos spark

the helices expand

the music is sentient

it says whatever you want

the words change for every nerve

the nerves change for every word

a lovely night has arrived all purple with yellow lights

an almost full moon soon ascends the ends of this earth

the lamp of love above

music flows along pathways unseen

music arousing you tempting you

oh babe shadow sister hardly ever kissed her

those voices singing in unison

unison #323

25 Responses to “universe #323/still moving”

  1. avatar
    Melissa | 20 September 2010 at 7:03 pm #

    when the sky is a mirror

    when the sea is very calm

    when the air is full of romantic dreams

    hmmmmmm … I love today’s bloggy and that’s a lovely pic of you, too :)))

    I hear there will be a Steve and Ricky show coming to Melby on October 9. This is very good news! Aaand I believe it’s on at the Ding Dong Lounge, which is a very cool spot. Yay!

    thanks sk x

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      princey | 20 September 2010 at 10:12 pm #

      Is that you Melissa? Thanx for the info, you’re always up there with the latest sk newz…I’m EXCITED!!!

      • avatar
        Melissa | 21 September 2010 at 10:17 am #

        yes, it’s meee! something went wrong with my avatar i think?? see you soon 😉 x

  2. avatar
    hellbound heart | 20 September 2010 at 7:52 pm #

    universe #323? book me a ticket there, please!

    love always……

  3. avatar
    Richard | 20 September 2010 at 9:36 pm #

    I used to catch the 323 bus home from school
    the sign said it was going to Mt Gravatt
    I shoulda ridden it to the terminus

  4. avatar
    Karen | 20 September 2010 at 9:56 pm #

    yeah may not be
    but tonight was loverly at dusk
    sort of your purply pinky hazy dusky time ..springy in the air type thing
    I almost frolicked.. Id look silly frolicking at 46 though..

    haha @ the line “ahh my salads all been tossed” funny

    funny that all your pics on the blogs look .. well..slightly stary and a bit scary that unwavered gaze
    anyway love your work as always

  5. avatar
    princey | 20 September 2010 at 10:09 pm #

    Enjoyed that one sk, haha 🙂

  6. avatar
    Freddie | 20 September 2010 at 10:38 pm #

    Oh how I love these worlds you create!

  7. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 20 September 2010 at 11:15 pm #

    A universe for all to flourish in, gently created by The Time Being.

    Thanks for the words,

    Darrin K.

  8. avatar
    Lara | 20 September 2010 at 11:25 pm #

    Only you could connect multiple universes with tossed salads and pull it off so well. Love it.

  9. avatar
    david | 20 September 2010 at 11:35 pm #

    before enlightenment chop wood , carry water…after enlightment chop wood , carry water

  10. avatar
    evilren | 21 September 2010 at 12:22 am #

    I found that same cave on a coastline, it was a unique place. This post makes
    me feel like a day I spent on the coast with some mescaline, enjoyed it very much.

  11. avatar
    Tanya | 21 September 2010 at 1:23 am #

    Lovely blog for a Monday morning.

  12. avatar
    cazziem | 21 September 2010 at 2:40 am #

    #323 sounds like paradise on earth, or not on earth as the case may be. Curiously when you add the digits together they total 8, which is the Chinese lucky number. Coincidence???

  13. avatar
    knot | 21 September 2010 at 3:17 am #

    lamp of love

  14. avatar
    Andreas | 21 September 2010 at 5:55 am #

    Hi SK,
    I wish I had your visions… just catching glimpses here and there… I’m too straight I guess… this is a beautiful blog.
    Thanks for the inspiration, always

  15. avatar
    Steven Krut | 21 September 2010 at 11:29 am #

    Another great blog entry! I’ve been thinking about what you said about not knowing what your music means. Then I thought, what does anybody’s music mean? What was Mozart going on about? What did the Beatles mean? Maybe it’s a mistake to look for meaning in music itself. Maybe music just provides an opportunity to experience meaning. Maybe it provides a resonant conduit to the deeper truths of the universe. People, who exist in the explicate order of reality, can commune with the implicate order through music. Your music has always provided a great conduit to the implicate order. 🙂 Better than most.

    I love reading and learning about this whole multiverse thing that’s all the rage in cosmology these days. There’s a really great BBC documentary about parallel universes that definitely worth checking out:

    Nobody does documentaries better than the BBC, IMO, and this one is masterful. Apparently, the whole universe is one big musical composition. Literally.

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      Lara | 21 September 2010 at 11:17 pm #

      Cool post, Steven Krut. I’m with you on music and meaning. Music aligns body and soul with something wondrous; what more could we want than that?

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 21 September 2010 at 1:12 pm #

    Hemmingway and Kappa in a café with no lights sitting in the dark so their conversation remains only in whispers about something not too particular to that single day – they go back and forth about a heart in an abbey, that of a brave king — it has always remained. In the darkness mistakes lightning and sounds lost to a thunder still far away as others become worried and decide not to stay. A candle’s then lit and the dark goes away. Hemmingway and Kappa in a café sitting in a candle’s light talking. now it begins to rain – they become quiet as they listen to this music: both the past’s and the future’s in a universe not far away.

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 21 September 2010 at 6:08 pm #

      what a lovely little comment….absolutely beautiful1

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        Anonymous | 23 September 2010 at 8:45 am #

        Please, please, please don’t post (I need to use what I am cutting/ pasting below for my own use again, and I need to figure some stuff out first) — but: I wasn’t looking for anything when I came to your blog; I was hiding I think. It just accidentally was like finding a mirror on the internet. Not the type to gaze upon yourself… we all know you’re not suppose to do that — it might break. Sometimes things happen to change everything; and that’s good except everyone knows you know that. And you never asked many questions of others because you a) already know the answer they are going to provide (so why bother), or b) know you will get a lie for an answer (so why bother), or c) the question isn’t important enough to take up someone’s time — go figure it out yourself (so why bother), or d) you’re just too tierd (so why bother). Just go on.

        And then there are all these words you find just by accident and they aren’t just words, they are like little bits and pieces of the flow of sanity and how easy the truth is and they are pretty and even when they’re of things that aren’t flowery, it’s okay and still beautiful because they’re thoughts that you can believe. No questions just thoughts to understand and the words bring other things back to that you never meant to let go of. Hating the walls and helping you break them down and you get to see things again that got lost in everyone else’s fear (which was stupid because they were just making crap up).

        Anyway, your blog has been very gracious — I am so sorry a few times… oh, bahgeeze, I hit the button! Everything you’ve allowed here and way more written not here, was something your words brought up in my little head that had been blocked for a long time — and there is so much more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! — thank you for that. The cut/paste below I started years ago; pub’d a few times the way it was written before, close to this but only a beginning and an end. So many more too – new ones, old ones re-written… pages — just coming out. I am so happy! If I died tomorrow and hadn’t told you how much you helped, I’d be hitting myself, wishing I had as I left. Not a pretty picture to go in. Thank you. Now, need to figure out the internet and some Name to be used.


        Sitting Sundays with the girls were lost in boys
        they thought the Nightbreak would come for them with joy.
        I sipped on snakebites as the sushi slowly warmed
        any temptation lost, in darkness saw an early form.
        How many bracelets? Do you think she takes them off?
        It’s such a bother, but maybe, maybe not.
        Take off your glasses — well, you do look kinda cool.
        I like to see things and they darken up this room.
        You mean these people? They are dark enough tonight.
        I like to see you… and his kiss went down my spine.

        We walked out further though we couldn’t speak because
        the golden purple played soft among the stars above.
        Go on, try it – still, the salad tasted best.
        It’s always different when the sun takes out the west
        within that nightfall when the thoughts of blues come true
        and coral sparkles left without light fade away from view.
        It’s not in time, it’s only [thoughts] that make it ever so
        for weathered dreams of a place you knew you used to know
        when knights came forward honor held upon their crest
        within that moment, the future never came to rest
        among the ashes in a past that would not show
        a fortune told once of a moon that shimmered in its palest glow:

        That night will come next only when there is a song
        sung by a stranger who’s words will stay until the dawn
        and when you’ve woken and the sun comes back around to rise
        that’s when it finally changes and day’s light will fill your eyes.
        I told her thank you I had not heard this before
        it explains these things now. (I still hope to understand much more.)
        She smiled at me and her eyes were lit with fire
        there are seven wonders for your life dear and they’re only of desire.
        Well. If I get there I promise to remember all of what you’ve said
        you’ve told a future that will never leave my head.

        Tonight I see you and I wonder what goes on
        inside a moment where her words come back to haunt
        inside of seven and the future – they always stays so near:
        If it’s a curse… No! Maybe, magic will appear…

        Go on, try it… I hear once more as I’m asleep
        (…when I awake, I pray this dream I get to keep):

        You kiss me gently and your voice goes to my groin
        and you go slowly and you make my body moan
        and you don’t stop and you take everything from me
        and it is morning… and you just spent my fantasy.

        (the comment that day just came — maybe 5 minutes — thank you… it was responsive flow; way better than this.)

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          Anonymous | 27 September 2010 at 8:08 pm #

          Please, please, please don’t post (I need to use what I am cutting/ pasting below for my own use again, and I need to figure some stuff out first) —

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    Anonymous | 21 September 2010 at 1:21 pm #


  18. avatar
    Wiild Chiild | 21 September 2010 at 7:13 pm #

    Think I’m gonna buy me a one way ticket to universe #323
    uber over this one at the moment…

  19. avatar
    andy | 22 September 2010 at 8:28 am #

    smooth as a dolphins fluke?

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