posted on October 31, 2013 at 2:08 pm

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i dunno how ya found me

i was sitting here in the hall of bright carvings

i was waiting for a 441 bus to take me back to 1982

i was mentioned in a show somebody’s mother saw

i was on the phone with grant mclennan

and with lou reed and with kevin ayers

i was falling in a dream that i was sitting in a chair

i was painting pictures that really told a story

i sold my soul for a big advance and a shot at the crown

i waltzed out there and fucked up the moon for myself

i nailed up the comet tailed galaxy in an embassy in the woods

man a city imploded in my head and i fed the stars to a wolf

the delirious sky begun to fry in my little eye n i sigh

the wolf was a prince and the prince was a dog and the dog was a wolf

the world was alone it had no friends

wait until this planet ends

i hear the voice of a lonely snake awaken in winter

i feel the charming disarming drug of choice in hinterland on tour

man the  sea is black as ink n i disappear as i sink in it

woman you stained me blue as woad on the road i blink in it

stupid life i groan and i grown

steven make sure answer phone

steven make sure methadone

steven make sure seed is sown

i call a number sorry disturb the slumber

i mumble my grumbling nonapology

its different time here the minutes within it go fast past

at last we reach the final line

and even though that  wasnt it

its a fine line

its fine

 

 

29 Responses to “what is art?”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 31 October 2013 at 2:54 pm #

    ‘I am woman, I create’ Woadmac and Tarmac

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      Anonymous | 31 October 2013 at 8:18 pm #

      Sooner have Caramac (English kids from the 70s will understand…).

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        Kohl Ette | 2 November 2013 at 1:26 pm #

        Sooner rather than later. What’s stopping you? Each to their own. This is not the final word on the subject. 😛 I mean that in a luscious kind of way not a rude way. 🙂

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          Kohl Ette | 2 November 2013 at 4:56 pm #

          actually now this has led to some quite sweet fantasising about being on the woad with Jack Kawaiiwhack.

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        Suzanne | 2 November 2013 at 7:19 pm #

        Yummo! Caramel is so much nicer than chocolate.

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    Cath | 31 October 2013 at 6:05 pm #

    Trick or treat! for the north, but are you in the south, pranskter hat on………….
    Art is every thing of life, the breath the death the fire the sire the tired eyes of iron cried
    Art is formed perfect in its epihponous wandering, chasing the stars you nailed to the sky
    Art is the body resurrected after the done is done and the battle won for ones soul
    Art is the masterwork of the master forge, fired in hell doused in the well of self control
    Art is every single breath an atom takes in a distant field electrified by light it tried to make itself complete! xxxxx your turn, ace!

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      Anonymous | 2 November 2013 at 6:24 pm #

      Is that what last nite was about? Just kidding.

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    Roshni | 31 October 2013 at 11:00 pm #

    Art is the beauty and interest I find in everything I see.
    Art will challenge the beauty and interest that draws you in and turn it upside down.
    Art is what separates us from the animals.What a gift!
    It is what I live for, the only life support that colours my world,
    Art makes me easier to tolerate when I have quenched my arid brittle soul
    One day at a time

  4. avatar
    kell | 31 October 2013 at 11:06 pm #

    Real fine..

  5. avatar
    Cee Cee Ryder | 1 November 2013 at 2:06 am #

    My driving instructor would say, there is art in everything! Changing lanes on the freeway, that’s art!

  6. avatar
    hellbound heart | 1 November 2013 at 4:20 pm #

    here I am, not disappeared, not stolen, not disintegrated but a little turbulent and agitated…….
    what a few weeks it’s been……won’t go into it, though
    thanks so much for giving me lots to read and catch up on <3<3<3
    lou would be well and truly walking on the wild side as we speak….mirrored sunnies reflecting the dimensions jammed against each other like high-rise towers…..wow
    love always

  7. avatar
    andy | 1 November 2013 at 11:11 pm #

    ‘the head’ eh?

  8. avatar
    veleska1970 | 2 November 2013 at 4:32 am #

    🙂

  9. avatar
    Chris | 2 November 2013 at 10:48 am #

    My dad used to say,”People have lost the art of living well”….kinda cool….every day like you are starting with a fresh canvas and a box of vivid colours and off you go….

  10. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 2 November 2013 at 2:18 pm #

    THE GIRL:
    Oh yes she liked boys
    when they liked her
    when they didn’t berate her
    for not being malleable
    when they listened and
    understood or tried to
    understand with appreciation
    for the subtleties, nuance,
    implication, complexity,
    masculinity and femininity,
    mystery.
    Yes she could easily kick a ball,
    score goals,
    tackle
    and yes she could do it all in a tutu
    without lessons,
    neither here nor there
    all in a day’s work/play.
    How she appreciated how
    they appreciated her sweetness for
    its mix with saltiness
    spice
    savour
    too many things to pinpoint.
    How she hated to become cloying
    to play conscious games with boys,
    so annoying.
    Yes she liked the smart ones
    who saw, felt, heard, knew
    she was smart too.

    • avatar
      pamela | 2 November 2013 at 5:47 pm #

      Sounds like a lot of work…why work so hard to please so many? Only a select few are worth pleasing…who’s pleasing you? Not a challenge…just wondering.

      • avatar
        Kohl Ette | 3 November 2013 at 7:44 am #

        Not a challenge at all. You just summarised the poem. So the answer should be obvious. I’m part siamese if you don’t please… also you may notice the poem is in the past tense.

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          Kohl Ette | 4 November 2013 at 4:28 am #

          Perhaps I should clarify: The (dismembered) Church, Television, especially Tom Verlaine, my ex boyfriend for buying the tickets, my husband for paying the bills of all the expenses he incurs, my son for being who he is, Picasso, Diaghilev, Milhaud, Goya, Buddha, Jesus, ballet instructors, my mechanic, the people who reserved my tickets, the ballet dancers for dancing, the orchestra for playing, a few others mentioned by sk above… but how did he know? by the way is Kevin related to Pam? My daughter, her friends, her teacher, my adopted sisters and brothers, kindred spirits without strings, Amber, all those lost souls I work with who do their best, the children I’ve taught, the adults I’ve taught, those who taught me, the person who made my salad sandwich, the hairdresser who finally didn’t talk me into an expensive hair colour, the shop assistant who conceded the discount, my dentist, stangers who talk to me and trust me, the people who let me into the pool and showers for $5.50 (not a sauna person in warm months), the guys who poured my drinks, the ones who sell me the ice cream, and produce food in general for that matter, to feed the family, the IT people, Caramelite nuns… just a select few. Can’t deny there’s a strong element of pleasing oneself. Pleasing others is incidental. I’m rather flattered that i might please many but then again i can be quite lazy and nonchalant. And of course you Pammy for giving me the opportunity to do whatever it is I do. p.s. Hard work? For example, all I need do is run off some unselfconscious and naive remarks about my thoughts and feelings for my kids and it turns into a minor ‘hit’, if you can call a few thousand views on youtube minor. But what has that to do with me? The writing of those words was the most natural thing in the world to me. The modelling of them into a song came very naturally to others. However, it seemed a woman attempting to communicate openly about her involvement in and contribution to this was less natural. I mean you’d think as a housewife and mother she’d know to shut up.
          That’s not to say anything is all bad. As I read motherhood described today as both heaven and hell, or in Dickens’ words, the best and worst of times. Life in full in other words. Careful, might get fuller, too…

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            pamela | 4 November 2013 at 1:08 pm #

            Your Way of Seeing, and your articulation of it, is interesting, Kohl. Past tense …chiedo scusa…speaking of pleasing…pleasure…in my humble esteem, art is achieved “a piacere” …what is art? Art is personal. But How can we mere mortals describe “it” with words…thank you, Magritte….maybe I’m too lazy to attempt to define…but perhaps I know I am not smart enough to be provide a pithy, succinct opinion…meow. Cheers, all.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 4 November 2013 at 9:08 am #

      Everybody needs lessons. Or else how do they grow. History continually repeats itself cause some do not learn the lessons of the past.

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        pamela | 4 November 2013 at 1:20 pm #

        Agreed…people need lessons…people need to learn from mistakes / missteps then be repentant not just sorry in order realize a state responsible being…does a responsible being lead to a greater good? What is the ultimate greater good? Is a greater good good enough?

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          Kohl Ette | 5 November 2013 at 12:40 pm #

          Hell!… and heavens Tibetsi. To quote a guru, ‘uh, I dunno’. Sorry I don’t mean to sound too irreverent, it’s just an expression. I mean like, this could also be called, ‘Whatty Sartre?’

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2013 at 6:31 pm #

    Didnt know you were lost? Perhaps you were playing hide and seek. I’m very good at that game.

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 November 2013 at 6:31 pm #

    Just to confuse the issue!

  13. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 3 November 2013 at 9:21 am #

    Yeah but I know Kilbey already told me and he’s also made it obvious to me his powers of deduction are not normal.

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      Anonymous | 4 November 2013 at 9:03 am #

      The beauty is nobody can know nobody from the deepest depths but the person themselves (& some don’t even know themselves very well) and God the Heavenly Father. The gift of the Holy Spirit given to Jesus followers helps one along the road for greater understanding and intimacy (into-me-see) into the greater connectiveness of all.

      • avatar
        Kohl Ette | 5 November 2013 at 12:41 pm #

        Oh! you mean there could be beauty in there?! I don’t mean to sound conceited.

  14. avatar
    Eskaedor | 4 November 2013 at 10:00 pm #

    Left an impression… impressive. Twas rather an interesting read Steve. Words on tap. I feel like I shall now drink. Good health to you sir.

  15. avatar
    pamela | 5 November 2013 at 9:57 am #

    Impression…yes…I can’t even yet formulate a comment on your words because I’m still mulling it over….your words coupled with a journey to family funeral last week…mortality, aging, death and dying, life, human spirit,, dignity, respect, time, success, failure, mediocrity, temptation, family, relationships, journey, path. Time to pause, reflect, meditate,..it is a luxury and a privilege to be able to do so.


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