posted on August 28, 2011 at 11:53 pm

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the mastered marvel is fast and invisible

they make it look so easy and it is…on paper

we artisans fashioning something from nothing that means something

we hammer on the anvil of song

we beat the molten music into weapons to pierce the aura

because priest equals cura

and no insurer is any surer than me

i catch ideas in the wind that blows thru the curtains

some tiny wight i know is on my side

each morning the songs are written and the poems composed

my 3 string guitar just hangs on a wall

and sometimes it groans like its bursting with song

what stops us i wonder from creating something beyond

beyond the reach of SHP even

what stays the hand on the verge of discovering some original truth

some new axiom disguised as a song painting

some new parable encoded within the poets delirious rants

some new breakthrough seen within a childs story

the long evening of religion still overshadows

the brief morning of science

anything is still theoretically possible within noble art

art music literature to uplift and affirm the dormant divinity in man

this is the only reason for what those masters have done and will do

we gasp at such and such…

why he has performed a partial recreation of the world…!

we cannot understand how this other fellow

manages to whisper our own secret thoughts

in an ear in our minds

the masters refine their movements to the slightest ghost of a touch

they are born with the power easily rekindled

the masters contain the darkness and the light

the masters reconcile the apparent opposites life and death

i am inspired by the shining brilliance of their works

their murals their symphonies their double albums

humanity chucks some prodigy at the glowering sky

the ego so swollen and filled with bad blood

at some time even the great masters may crash

fall from painting the cosmos on a ceiling

fall from a stage into the surging crowd below

fall from the roof of your little tuscan cottage

with the hazy gauzy summer light

constantly making you wonder : am i dreaming…?

still the mission must remain the enrichment of the soul

to live in constant wonder because everything blows your tidy mind

pride like summer then always before the fall

and then by saying precisely nothing you have said it all

a tambourine hit

a favourite brush

the texture of the paper and the way it influences everything else

the masters have more nuance than the skies have stars

ambiguity is a lifetimes work

the exploration of the smallest shades of the unfamiliar

the painting of your life

all the colours regraded and somehow the blue/purple is saturated

music remains the king of all art

it is untouchable in its power to dominate obsess or uplift the spirit

music invoking everything in just a few notes

the masters shook the jesus out of every incredible composition

the masters understand it all from the hugest to the most minute

as they glorify god and glorify the devil

in the complex strands they will weave

there is so much to keep in such brilliant minds

is it any wonder they become foggy and lose their way….?

like paul in tahiti stumbling through colour beds

or ravel with hypnotic simplicity that opens the door

or marc chagall who let it all be wherever it wanted

or john lennon whose piano was bitter and wise

every master an apparition on mundanity screen

looking for an oasis in religions wasteland and sciences just deserts

yet i am not guided by nothing at all

nor more so they who wield the most gifted vision

life is interpretable as you can see

the masters take life and they make it much larger

you wished you lived in that music or film

oh why cant life be like a song or a book….?

the masters intercept the image at face value

each enters the game on his or her own level

like archers who shoot for the heart of our world

apollo whose arrows were the deadliest music

volted bolts too sublime to perceive

so every genius holds a living flame in his hand

to illuminate dark ages and give them some hope

this ambiguous hope then i strive to convey

its a hope only glimpsed never held never touched

an unspecified glimmer among all that doubt

i cant buy any of the stories theyre selling

evolution or eden … that really the choice…?

i dont trust the religionists theyre always so wrong

they believe in things a child can see are stupid

our god isnt vengeful

we are not born in sin

and all of this was for us to groove about in

science has been changing its mind ever since it all began

not every miracle occurs in its crucibles and tubes

i’m sure some mysteries can never even be explained by mere men

so i keep on searching for the elusive beauty of ambiguous hope

may it fill all works of art with oomph!









26 Responses to “womanifesto”

  1. avatar
    DavidP | 29 August 2011 at 12:39 am #

    I love this idea of giving people hope
    and invoking divinity within through art
    I bow to the divine spark within you
    may it fill your art with hope for all humanity

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    Anonymous | 29 August 2011 at 1:06 am #

    yeah, that’s where it is. thank you.

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    Once | 29 August 2011 at 1:16 am #

    “art music literature to uplift and affirm the dormant divinity in man”

    Yes, that is the whole point. I need to work harder at breaking from the earthly crap. That is what “stays the hand”.

    You are a genius, SK. And, I would say, “a master”.


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    evilren | 29 August 2011 at 3:11 am #

    “Fall from the roof of your little Tuscan village,” so visual, I had to laugh Steve. All really excellent points. Recently, on March 28, 2011 an observatory picked up a blast of radiation from the Draco constellation, 4.5 billion light years away. The gravitational pull of the super massive black hole was ripping apart a star such as our sun. It was a first for science.

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    merveilleuse | 29 August 2011 at 3:59 am #

    your rhythm is always great, and feels like a match though it isn’t a rhyme. perhaps an oblique rhyme occasionally.


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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 29 August 2011 at 4:08 am #

    I position you and your creations (music – art – all forms of writing) in the category of “the masters”

    Now wait…hear me out.

    Your music, all your music (solo, compilation, or with The Church) has and will stand the test of time. Many, many years from now people will read and study your workings as groundbreaking , yet misunderstood for its time by so many (fuckin Arista an rock radio !!!). Maybe at that stage in existence the great questions will be answered and your lyrics will be analyzed as perfection personified.

    Than they will discuss your brush to canvas, how you art was so ahead of its time and undeniably passionate that classes will be formed in major institutions to study all your work (so keep on painting, the future needs it). Your progression from your early pieces to the most recent is astonishing, its like playing ‘Fly’ than ‘On Angel Street’ and telling the listener that YES !!! , It is the same guy.

    Your writings: poetry, lyrics, stories, blog entries (the list is endless). You have influenced an entire generation and I know there are many of us out here that have had the pleasure of sharing your creations with family – friends – and especially our children. My son (20 yrs old) knows, listens, and reads all about you because he began as a baby. You were the soundtrack of my home. My little Kristina sings , not that well…sorry (she still sings – ‘you are a pair of sox to me’ than laughs, I think she now is in on the joke), your songs and even knows your B-Day is coming up (its right after daddy’s she tells me…”Does he also like cupcakes” she asks) Everything you have written needs to be archived by someone (in or out of your family), so that this generation and future generations will be able to gain access to EVERYTHING you have done. It is so very important.

    Look, I am not blowing smoke up your arse. I am being real. This is how I feel. You HAVE made an impact and continue to make an impact on so many people. I always wish you the best as a father, because I am one – and I know how important children are to one’s heart. I also see you as a regular guy, which is hard for many people because when they brush up against fame…they need it like a drug. I’ve met you many times going back to 1984 when I was young and Richard seemed even younger and was excited about playing in Chicago, we had a great conversation. I stood outside the Park West in a rain storm in 2006 after a church show, you-me n my wife and my friends Ben n Krystyna. You took pictures with us and laughed and joked with us and it was almost 2 fucking A.M in the morning, in the rain. So I no longer need the ‘rush’ of being in your presence as many fans do. I just want you to be well, healthy, happy, and to be the best father to all those angels – that would make my life story regarding you complete. Along with EVERYTHING you have written being put together so the world can enjoy it as much as I have.

    That’s why you are in the same breath as the ‘masters’. You may not think or feel that way, but you don’t get vote or a voice in it. WE DO !!!

    Darrin K.

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      thetimebeing | 29 August 2011 at 9:13 am #

      thanks darren for all these kind words

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 29 August 2011 at 10:12 am #

        Your so very welcome and I meant every word. Any news yet on Isidore 2 , or is my guess correct that it will be incorporated in ‘Septembers Month Of Music’ ? I love Septembers !!!

        Darrin K.

    • Jmb066
      Jmb066 | 30 August 2011 at 10:38 am #


      Very well said, I said it last week in another post. Steve is an Icon and unfortunately most humans are missing out, yet at the same time in a selfish way not known by many makes me part of a special pice of the art world.. I love the fact that only a few select, self aware individiuals have a mentor, guru, priest like our hero Steve.

      Excellent post,


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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 31 August 2011 at 1:25 pm #

        Thanks Jason – you always have great contributions to this blog and I still wish we had the chance to meet at the last tour here in Chicago. Regarding the ‘specialness’ of the fans and our connection to SK and The Church, I understand your point of view about how in some unique way its our secret. Yet, I get so angered by the past miscalculations of former labels and managers who fucked up what should have been the biggest, greatest band of that era. I don’t agree with the concept that SK and the guys were more ‘difficult’ to handle or deal with by record label executives and rock radio in general. I know that era very well and was a decision maker and higher up manager for record stores in the Chicago market and dealt with label reps and station reps who were genuinely jagbags who didn’t know shit. I think they got fucked because no one withva intelligent, career driven position was guiding the ship. They, The Church, were responsible for creating and delivering great music, they did their job to perfection. Its the fuckin ‘takers’ that screwed them. Still working on that time machine, because that’s one of a few things I would love to correct if I had the chance. They should have been gods to so many more than the great band they are to us, the fortunate ones.

        Darrin K.

  7. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 29 August 2011 at 5:07 am #

    We are born into an inimical, ungodly and malevolent world replete with wars, homicides, rapes,child abuse, abortions, stavation, disabilities, animal abuse, slaughterhouses, hunting fields, animal research labs, fur farms, demonic trappers, commercial fisheries, polluters and a human race that massacres the planet and all of our fellow creatures. THIS WORLD IS INSANE and its made be insane. That’s why I need to be sedated. I still think that there is a God and evolution emanates from creation. The fall of man makes sense to me.

  8. avatar
    robertmadore | 29 August 2011 at 6:20 am #

    Beautiful stuff.

    Just watched your “interview” by Anton. Why were you there again?

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    foolonthehill | 29 August 2011 at 6:47 am #

    The universe belongs to Daniel now. Time for peace young man. Earth dwellers love you!

  10. avatar
    bc | 29 August 2011 at 7:40 am #

    Word! from a modern master…
    saw several masters last night in Woody Allen’s
    “Midnight in Paris”… which speaks to this. One of his masterpieces I think.

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    Lara | 29 August 2011 at 8:43 am #


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    Jonny Hollywood | 29 August 2011 at 9:11 am #

    where ART thou means gimme some art damnit 🙂

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    Once | 29 August 2011 at 9:32 am #

    As I have made several references to this term lately, I feel it bears some explanation.

    Screamo is not merely mindlessly screaming through a song, as is common in some ‘metal’ circles (you know who you are!) Proper screamo is used as punctuation, or sometimes juxtaposition, to the theme of a song.

    The very term “screamo” is an amalgamation of the words, “scream” and “emo”, the latter being a description of an emotive, and often despairing , attitude towards life. Not to be confused with mere depression or indeed nihilism, emo is not without hope; it seeks answers, albeit through unconventional means, the conventional means having been so goddamn obviously exhausted.

    Now, to the function of screamo in a song. I shall use “So what I Lied”, by The Sick Puppies, as an example. You will note that the last three lyrical lines of the song are as follows:

    “Life is too fuckin’ short.

    It’s too fuckin’ short.

    It’s too fuckin’ short.”

    This is a classic example of screamo, used in its most perfect form. The lyrics are indeed screamed, in a throaty manner that smacks slightly more of despair than anger. Note, however, that the sentiment attached to the lyrics is not without hope. Shim is quite obviously upset by the shortness of life, and perfectly conveys the helplessness, despair, and emotional pain therein. (You kinda wanna give him a hug, yeah?) The nihilist (or “goth”) would actually be GLAD that life is seemingly short, as to such an individual, life is completely meaningless and should be ended as quickly as possible. See the difference? The “hope”, then, is inherent in the realization, and the emotional expression of same.

    The value – and indeed, joy – of screamo to the listener, follows from this expression. There tends to be a natural “call and response” reaction (e.g. “Fuck yeah! Life IS too fuckin’ short!”), which may or may not be accompanied by a fist pump, which, as we all know, just feels fuckin’ good. This also may prompt the listener to scream along with the lyrics when the song is next heard, and herein lies the best part of it – the empathy, the “wake-up-and-smell-the-coffee”, the “we’re here, we fear, get used to it”… in a way, it serves as “permission” for individual expression of the deepest of themes, in defiance of the status quo. (I cite Gerard of My Chemical Romance in the classic screamo line: “I’M NOT FUCKING OKAY!”)

    Most importantly! You may or may not notice that after screamo-ing yourself, there is a propensity to burst into uncontrollable laughter. This is indeed part of the screamo mystique – not to demean the sentiment, but to define and spread the unspoken hope that can be found in the unity of expression.

    In conclusion, when used with proper intelligence and, ironically, proper restraint, screamo is a viable art form. So indulge. It’s okay. Really. Life’s too fuckin’ short.

  14. avatar
    surreal eskimo boy | 29 August 2011 at 10:39 am #

    Science, Religion, Art. Are they really at conflict with one another? Or do they come into conflict when we seek to control them to our own ends?

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    hellbound heart | 29 August 2011 at 8:00 pm #

    your art in its different manifestations is as close as I’ll get to hearing divinity
    love always……

  16. avatar
    . | 29 August 2011 at 9:41 pm #

    i see a disk in the distant distance
    just above the horizon, silver glistening
    i zoom in with my binoculars, dual lens piercing
    what these naked eyes cannot see, so limited
    by my humanity, is it a sighting or a vision
    of a vimana or an angel come back on holiday
    to counsel with me and others who keep listening
    for the answers beyond this mortal plane pergatory
    “continue to have faith and hope” is what it did impart implicitly
    as it sped away beyond the clouds, back to infinity

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    Wilfred Paradise | 29 August 2011 at 10:34 pm #

    Please tell me you have read Patrick Suskind’s “Perfume” ?

    To marvel the people’s right brains w/ divine scent – why not w/ divine music ? –

    it can be done –

    you have come close – wilfred paradise

  18. avatar
    andy | 30 August 2011 at 2:35 am #

    a tambourine hit more important than a presidents speech?
    you bet’cha!

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    james | 30 August 2011 at 10:42 am #

    do ya hv middle east insights
    would be of great interest
    am looking at some history and know you hv read some\imagined some

    might need some scientific theory of democracy
    hmmm will think on that

  20. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 30 August 2011 at 11:48 am #


    You are killing me and yet I still love you. I always check my Church related sites daily starting with The Time Being of course, need my fix before I face the world. Anyway I always check The Hotel Womb, fave on Starfish by the way after TTB and look what I found:

    So for all of you looking to download David Neil The Wilderness Years please got to the Bandcamp site. Ricky has set this up and if you are struggling to find this amazing album here’s your chance. Now Steve when were you going to tell us this was here? Just kidding, I hope you dont mind me sharing this here, I know a lot of fans are looking to get this album and thought your loyal readers should know how to get it. It is also available on vinyl and CD at Redeye and Heyday records. So go get it and enjoy.


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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 31 August 2011 at 1:31 pm #

      Thanks Jason !!!! Great info…I am all over that. You are a gem. Keep the sharing going. We all need each other to think, live, and breath as one.


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