posted on April 8, 2009 at 8:26 pm

she lives on monday street
its monday and she has monday-itis
all the birds sing backwards
listen….its a looking glass song…
violet brooks goes to school
shes neither here nor there
no one notices when she goes off on her daydreams
its cold in the classroom
the other children are already 100 years old
the teacher what a fool she thinks
as he marches around waving his calculus about
he scribbles things up on a board
he seems to pluck numbers out of the cold thin air
she cant follow this nonsense
“..knowing x cannot be the multiplier…” he blathers on
violet brooks ….
she cant bring her delicate mind to rest on such matters….
what day is this miss brooks ? he suddenly asks
why….its monday sir…its always monday sir…
yes miss brooks …..monday……
they stare at each other
he is in his fifties with his white beard
she still a child
mousy and drab
violet brooks says with her eyes
“oh dear teacher do leave me alone….!”
the teacher seems to read her
in the coldness of the monday winter classroom
he suddenly warms
and an unexpected smile appears upon his angular face
oh violet brooks …he says
do you think juggling these numbers adds up to much for me..?
oh i would much rather describe the flight of a flying horse
the huge feathered wings beating against the blue sky
while its rider holds on for his life
and hastens into the wild beyond
or the sound of the mysteries being celebrated
or the taste of a naiads kiss
yes yes ! said violet brooks’ eyes
tell us about these things
but….and the teacher sighed sadly
and the children wondered at his sudden melancholy
but…said the teacher
staring out the window
his grey eyes all unfocussed
but….he said a third time
and everything was silent in that room
in other rooms around them
in the playgrounds outside
in the halls n corridors
they could still hear the other children
but as if from a distance
the teacher gazed longingly out the window
it was beginning to snow
snow whispered the children so silently
the teacher watched the flakes swirling down
the year when you were 10
it was always monday…remember….?
a mouse could be heard scratching n quietly squeaking in the walls
the teacher turned and looked at violet brooks
outside… her eyes said to his…outside…..
the teacher snapped his fingers n beckoned the class
they took their coats from their pegs
and they walked out into the gentle snow
out of the school
they walked
down the street and out of the town
into the great forest that leads down to the sea
and they found a nice place
and they stopped
and took out their thermos flasks n their sandwiches
sat down under a great oak tree
dear students…the teacher began
look at this empiric world
test its realities
turn quickly to catch it out
get up early in the morning before it manifests itself
the numbers are important
somehow it all joins up somewhere
but no one knows exactly how or why…
violet brooks asked : but why is it always monday….?
ah miss brooks ….he said
monday represents the end of sunday
the day of rest
the day of peace
the day of sun
monday was ever the saddest day
monday monday cant trust that day
tell me why i dont like mondays
its monday……
oh monday morning
the snow fell outside the little clearing
where the pupils all were eating their lunches
the branches overhead were interwoven like a roof
violet brooks said
i dream of a sun drenched saturday
i’m down by the beach and the sea is turquoise
and all the bathing suits are crimson and mauve and leaf green
and the hair is all blonde and the tans are all golden
i dream of beach shacks filled with lava lamps n pineapple juice
i dream of long walks by the shore
i dream of the clouds in shapes of woodland creatures
i dream of a bucket of sand and my own little crab
i dream of looking in vivid rockpools
i dream of an ice block on a stick…
here she seemed to pause
imagine it….said one child
yes …said a second….i do…
violet brooks began again
out in the real world its thursday
our teacher is writing this all down on a little machine
others read it on their machines
theoretical people
virtual people
all unknown to each other mainly
they turned to the teacher
is this true? they demanded
he looked down at the tangled roots and the fallen leaves
he saw a squirrel in a tree
he saw a mushroom quietly growing
a plane flew overhead
monday airport
monday flight
monday specials
monday motel
monday meetings
the world stretched out n on
he could never hope to encompass so many lives
he looked at the students
go
he said
i release you all
go to saturday
walk in the sun
return to golden times
he had no more but finished saying these words when
he looked around and
saw all the children gone
but violet brooks
i will stay in monday she said
until all the children here are free
she turned n walked away through the trees
the teacher waited for a while
watching her go and then
he turned n walked
in the opposite direction
towards the mighty crashing sea

25 Responses to “violet brooks”

  1. avatar
    Cee | 8 April 2009 at 10:13 pm #

    I thank Violet Brooks for her dreams and sacrifice and I thank my teacher for writing things down on his machine for me to read.

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 April 2009 at 10:26 pm #

    are ya gowin’ swimmin’!?

  3. avatar
    Richard | 8 April 2009 at 10:37 pm #

    just perfect

  4. avatar
    ronbonham | 8 April 2009 at 10:53 pm #

    Well that’s twice today you have touched me, finally got my Untitled #23 fix and have to say that Sunken Sun is really something! Not ashamed to say I wept when hearing this one…again, bar raised! Now it’s onto LA and maybe San Diego for my live bar to once again be raised, for me the Church electric are right up at the very top with the Verve and Black Crowes for best live bands of the last 20 yrs. Game On! ;0

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    princey | 8 April 2009 at 10:54 pm #

    Loved this lovely bloggy.
    If Daydreaming were a subject at school when I was 10, I would have seen my first A+ scribbled on that dreaded report card!

    Your daily blogging here makes Monday and EVERY morning a pleasure to wake up to:)))) thanx Stevie from the bottm of me little heart
    Love Amanda

  6. avatar
    MarkM | 9 April 2009 at 1:40 am #

    loved that one

  7. avatar
    the dean | 9 April 2009 at 3:02 am #

    In my world it’s always Thursday…Hmmmm….wait a minute, I’ll check……Yep it’s Thursday.

  8. avatar
    PAGEY | 9 April 2009 at 3:04 am #

    one of your best ever! that i know of….

    i’m sending this viral to my relatives in e-mail like…so they can read it on their machines…most of my relatives i really hardly know..sad sort of…the distance and parents were like that..

    thanks.

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    Anonymous | 9 April 2009 at 4:38 am #

    Everything’s so big, so big, I feel like an idiot. This neverending hall has 100 entrances. At least I have my new occupation and it’s, wow, related to art (as a guest appearance in the concrete-marketing world but I swear she steals all the flashes) and I’m meeting people who can take me beyond the boring line of thematic decency. Also, my cat exists, I’m sure, and to be close to such a tail and tongue, I think, is very important. When I’m extremely exhausted from 10 hours writing a book for the artistic company, 10 hours of picking words picking words picking words picking more words (please use the right ones : clever, easy but sophisticated, make them look institutional, make them look timeless, yours and nobody’s…okay, I’m good at this, at least they don’t include the category “for-Kilbey-words” because that would make it impossible), I am either very funny or just plain true. My innocence calls out. But do you ever want to know about anyone else, Mr. Vagueness? Ah, boredom. Can I leave the words out of this deal? The medias are narrowing, the time is running out, the day of the test is coming in its steady 23 skidoo twist and I feel like all the lessons (playing the teacher now? oh my) I took were a waste of fucking time. Spent 16 years studying like an obsessed and making me knowN through it and suddenly, kaboom, experience in the lab is not like reading about those cute white mice. Let’s put on our white clothes and start to manipulate the chemicals. Fun and disaster. And what if everything I learned won’t be charged on the test? Ah, oh, uh, my mind goes blank……. I don’t even know English. I know nothing of English. Red? Mauve? Salmon pink? Mandarin orange? Blank: where is your location? What? Are you as beautiful as your words? (“what do you think?”) Calm down, I’m still picking words. Forget the words. Voice of institution: Finish your test within the given time. No, don’t give me this bullshit of time, I need to extend and expand. Time is my worst nightmare. And what if I get a 10? All answers correct, strike. What for? Does it mean there’s another test ahead? Probably, always. But… (389202739 buts)… I never ran away from tests and exams, you know. In fact, I don’t really fear them (it’s just that I try to predict a lot), I like them, I take them tastefully and I appreciate being tested actually. Do I really know anything?
    I can only hope I got everything wrong so I can begin to learn again. What a thrill, ah.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2009 at 6:16 am #

    er,…its barramundi..not barracuda.,k?

  11. avatar
    Leelinau | 9 April 2009 at 7:11 am #

    going to sleep
    to dream
    I had a lovely time

  12. avatar
    don joe | 9 April 2009 at 7:42 am #

    wow, wow, wow…that was so achingly beautfiful Steven. Had me all caught up in the mental vividry and I didnae want it to end. Thankyou, teacher, for you timeless words. I will be showing this to my children when they form. This classic prose that is beyond contempory actions. Monday morning as a sound track to, another church classid done in an oft neglected time signature that you dabbled in, like antenna, another fave of mine.
    Again, thankyou for this, i am still getting my head around yesterdays, but today, clear and real as the chilled wind blowing so crisp from the hills below.

    Eternal wicked happiness and love.

    don joe

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2009 at 8:38 am #

    Yeah, but what about when Ploog trashed his kit in Brazil?

  14. avatar
    iseult | 9 April 2009 at 10:50 am #

    if you wanted the sky i would write across the sky
    in letters that would soar a thousand feet high

  15. avatar
    frostatmidnight | 9 April 2009 at 11:00 am #

    I spent my life daydreaming at school just like Violet Brooks and know just how she feels. Beautiful visions you’ve given her and such a lovely blog today.

    love,
    kristine

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    Hellbound Heart | 9 April 2009 at 11:30 am #

    i had a lump in my throat reading this one…..jesus, i used to daydream all the time when i was a kid, mum’d find me sitting on my bed halfway through tying up my shoelaces staring off into space….those fortunate enough to still find the time and space to regularly let their imaginations and dreams wander at will, i envy you….i’m flat out finding enough time to draw breath and reflect for a little while….
    steve, you should select your best blogs and publish them in a book, maybe with some stunning illustrations…this one would have to go in it…

    love always…

    ps i’m off to the wilds of outback queensland tomorrow for the easter weekend….have a lovely easter all..
    XX

  17. avatar
    Freddie | 9 April 2009 at 1:22 pm #

    Now that’s just plain good writin’.
    Why oh why couldn’t I have had a math teacher like that
    when I was sitting in class wandering in far places and everyday was Monday?
    Thanks so much for typing stuff on your little machine.

  18. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 9 April 2009 at 3:03 pm #

    I didn’t know about Leverage until you mentioned it, Steve. And then I found this excellent Church song – Anyway – on youtube. As well as Undo and Oxydental. I know you’re not in the habit of responding, Steve, but please do consider releasing these wonderful tracks on a rarities disc. I NEED THEM.

    Listening to Pharaoh as I write:

    “And early in the morning when I’m still asleep.
    You sit upon your throne making grown men weep…
    With boredom.”

    Such a cool song!

  19. avatar
    mandn | 9 April 2009 at 3:24 pm #

    Orpheus,

    I am 10 years old again with the first snow of the year
    falling ever so softly outside my classroom windows.
    Why does everything seem to stop when the first snow
    falls? No matter how many times we see it, it’s always
    a wonder.

    I want to go outside to play.

    xo
    M

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 April 2009 at 4:45 pm #

    Does anyone know the pre-sale password si I can get my tickets tommorow instead of Saturday? Thanks.

  21. avatar
    John Garratt | 9 April 2009 at 5:35 pm #

    I’m bummed…can’t make the art show now. Shit…

  22. avatar
    fantasticandy | 9 April 2009 at 5:47 pm #

    childlike faith in childhoods end……………………..

  23. avatar
    davem | 9 April 2009 at 8:02 pm #

    The biggest hope I have for my two lovely sons is that they never experience that Monday feeling. And good health.
    Never experience that Monday feeling and good health.
    And happiness.
    Never experience that Monday feeling and good health and happiness.
    And…

  24. avatar
    davem | 9 April 2009 at 9:05 pm #

    Hi Thomas.
    You’ll fine Leverage on the Tin Mine cd bud.
    Effing brilliant isn’t it!!

  25. avatar
    EDD | 10 April 2009 at 12:02 am #

    Thomas Thomasen: Undo and Oxydental are on the Numbers EP as well as the numbers soft mix!


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