The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

deep in space where disconnexion began
deep in soft space
luxurious space
where the lighted lands travel
deep in a unique place
under a star
a long dark shadow cast from a future bright
except he that might see it
just might….
vague architechture has infested in the city
moss obelisk …a green needle
weed men rolling in clover
the pendulum ceases to swing
time being stands still
the birds start singing for the time being
and for the time being its raining
grey afternoon by the cold sea
glad you have a warm space to inhabit
safely inside my fifty veneers
i crouch at the bottom in a baal -boy suit
at the bottom of the barrel
we find hope
music is everywhere
i suddenly realise it doesnt feel like saturday!
saturdays usually mah fave day but todays lifeless n listless
for the time being the doors are open
you know which doors i mean little sweetie
the doors
and you stumble thru theze doors as naive as can be
never knowing anything
at least music has prepared you for some of this
sooner or later you will pass by here
a meandering river wandering across time
black basalt rock protruding thru streams
why do you suppose the amphibs are all dying?
reeds choking the lakes
red organisms fuck resovoir
human beings dump toxic ash in pristine wonderland
i mean, why not?
what good is a pristine wonderland if not for burying barrels
of nuclear sludge??
the future has arrived
and its fast n greedy n impatient
just like it always is
easy to talk, isnt it?
forlorn birdies fight thru the air
the tress are tossed about
my eyes begin to ache in this cold electric light
uh oh!
it must be time to split
sk

i am in melbourne
staying at the littlelord of misrules cozy place
it s very melbournian weather cold n overcast
looking out into a little back garden
tonite i play with gb3 at spanish club
a one off
it was good at rehearsal last nite
should be tonite too
see you there
me

nevets wake up
but muse its 5.30 in the morning
nevets come n write a blogge
but muse its so early…….
but nevets when i call you cannot refuse
but muse…
that is your honour and your doom
ok muse, im getting up
put on your blue dressing gown nevets
ok ok
now meditate
of course
breath in hold for 10
keep in for 10
breathe out for 10
nevets that was a sleepy meditation
to tell you the truth i just wanna go back to bed
come nevets, smoke the herb
but muse its just gone 6 in the morning and..
will you fucking shutup n smoke the herb…?
ok ok (you see now the muse forces it on me)
now put on some ambient space drone
ok ok um pete namlook n tetsu inoue…
good now have a cuppa green tea with m. honey
(sound of kettle boiling, honey being spooned from a jar)
go and have a look at last nites painting
oh thats…….interesting
not bad nevets considering how you fell asleep at the eisel
i guess it aint too bad muse
youre no picasso nevets…..but who is…?
am i any good at painting muse?
ok for a beginner i suppose……
oh god, daughter evies up…
you think your the only one got muses waking em up nevets?
(eve starts drawing in a book)
now turn on thy lapptopp n create!
hang about muse, it aint that easy….
do you feel the pressure everyday nevets?
yeah this blogge takin’ a toll on my time n creativity, muse
but nevets you were born to blog…..
ok ok yeah yeah cmon n help me then
what do you want to write about?
christ, muse i thought you were gonna tell me…
ok nevets lets think of something together
yeah ok…something about the early daze?
thats good and some free association…
how about a drop of the stream of consciousness…
yes yes and some hipster slang and smug in-references
and a pinch of only-half-joking bragga-rama
ok plus some silly spellings
good good…what about an anecdote from bully high?
some more about baby bumper…they like that, the ladies anyway…
i reckon some sci-fi stuff….
or another sk reinterpretation…?
moral stories “my drug hell” , “how i licked the big H”….
inside glimpses of the inner workings of the the chrunch
hippy baloney n dissing the” straights”…..
poetic flights o’fancy with arcane adjectives….ha!
putting baybee at end of a sentence…
pro-marijuana propaganda
anti-gun/war/politician diatribes
criticising your critics, i see some silly bint gave us a badde reevu…
lambasting meat eaters / trying to stop the horror of skyscraper carnivores
praising the heroes…houdini, rimbaud,homer, shakespeare etc
and favourably comparing yerself with them….ha!
abstracted fragments
detached transmissions
automatic responses
drug-addled bullshit! yes!
yes! and stoned rambles
a load of old space rock opera tripe!
cosmic toffee on a galactic scale
meanlingless codswallop dressed up as sage advice….
some humour, i guess
some tragedy too……for balance
mystery?
honesty!
you wanna be candid?
just tell the truth…
how ever you see it
dont talk down to em
dont grovel to em neither
treat em like friends
treat em like youre happy they read this thing
treat em with a bit of distance
and a bit of love
that should do
ok
lets begin
we’re outta time
good bye from me
goodbye from me

over stimulation
tiredness
cloudy sultry morning
sydney reluctantly gets out of bed
all the deals to be done
and the alliances made n broken
the cheapshots n matesrates
all the “she’ll be rights!” n no worries
the bonuses the quotas the downsizing
all those drugs to be delivered picked up n consumed
all the brothels n soup cafes
all the boozy lunches n wink winks
all the children in the schools
all the poor wretches in hospital
all the workers in steelworks n quarry
all the senior cits n bowling n bingo
all the lovers, fleeting meeting
the affairs the cheating the alimony to be paid
buildings to go up
buildings to come down
cars to fix
cars to steal
cars to get back
deposits n withdrawals
the surfers n skaters
the flower sellers n kiosk owners
the unfortunates in wheelchairs
the sick n infirm
the geniuses n the morons
hello goodbyes
one way
no turn
this time
next week
harbour views
grim suburbs
millionaires n strugglers
witches n wardrobes
used car salesmen n greasy music biz types
washed up yesterdays
hotshot tomorrows
cab drivers spouting philosophy
babies in kindy
parking inspectors swoop for the kill
the unseen spiders n lizards n bats
the bugs n the weeds revving up now its spring
the postman n their packages
the omissions n stains
the blocked drains
roadwork
charitywalk
drivingtest
finalexam
birth
wedding
funeral

sydney
its gonna be another big day

cloudy cloudy morning, fiendss
up early meditating
today is scarlets 1st birthday
aurora is up nice n early
asking if scarlet can open her one present….now!?
yesterday morning a madman drove into the driveway
he screamed abuse at me
he was livid and high or jonesing from some evil drug
dont fucking look at me he screaming
im gonna kill you he screaming
nk comes out whats going on
uh honey theres a crack crazed lunatic in the driveway
screaming out blue murder….
lets just go in the house, ok?
the madman and his moll
scream down the drive into the back of the house
the lunatic jumps out
totters around awkwardly
like a man just learning to walk
then he pees all over the garbage bins
hes screaming at the woman all the time
she jumps out horror of horrors
dressed only in a grimy white towel
squats down n has a piss as well
i ring up the cops
get the cars number says copper
nk runs out n notes down numberplate
lunatic furious by now to point of comedic saturation
john cleese could have learned a thing or 2..
loony screams hes gonna come back n kill my missus now
sheesh! for takin’ down his numberplate…?
what does he do to the people he really hates?
then he throttles his car down the narrow street
in a blaze of foul blue smoke n buggered mufflersound
the whole episode took maybe 5 minutes
from woe to go
fucking ruined my entire day!
all day everytime i saw a maroon sedan
i got all jumpy
i cant get the sight of this characters ugly screaming head
out of my sensitive mind
anyway
im trying to reorient my bloggs back to early morning again
which is why this came so hot on heels of last
be nice to have a sauna today anyway….its that kinda weather,heather
scarlet wasnt very interested in opening her gift
everybody else liked her new dresses
but scarlet aint particularly fussed
one way or the other
shes rolling around and clapping her hands
i think she looks a little like a young liz taylor
(i mean, very young!)
she looks very english thats for sure
shes pretty nice too
for a baby that is
and now baby, its high time
we were gone
anyway
to the man in the maroon sedan
n the girl in the towel
n all the other crazy n loaded idiots
to the boys in the kremlin n pentagon
to the guys who cut down the forests
and the oilslick captains
seal-clubbers
dolphin-killers
stoned tank drivers listnin to megadeth
bent cops
crooked politicians
wife beaters
etc etc
thanks guys
you really made my day!
love
yeb-lick!

its over
the tour
the guitars go back in their cases
the roadies get other gigs
the audiences melt back into everyman
somwhere the music resonates inaudibly on forever
receding into silence
the hotel rooms are cleaned
the flights safely land
the rental cars are garaged
thank you if you came
thank you also to the following from whom i
have received cds etc
chris k, ambnt king (19 cds!!!)
roger k, from norge
andy l, from worcester for optical disks
w. w. xin from sanfran for ichor transfusion
mr john c from austin…thank you, kind sir
good lord
im sitting here with so much stuff
stuff to read n listen to n look at
god, where will i find the time
well i know yer waiting for a word on the shows
at the enmore we snatched defeat from the jaws of victory
in melbourne we were nearly as good as brizzy
thats it really
thats all i know
the future?
already in the works
stuff here n there
im playing again friday in mal-born
with gb3
guest singing
check it out in yer gig guide
then vegan day solo appearance
then various doings
stick around fiendss
who knows….?
maybe something interesting will happen….
or what?
e + a = 7
svk=1 (17/10)
sk=*
sk not=$
where is sk @?
stay tuned
or be damned!
kilbey

“god aint jive
i can feel his love…”
ian hunter wrote that
is it that simple?
you say that word god
you gotta thousand people screaming this n that
get it straight cats
god aint religion
just like i aint my reviews
or interviews
i have arrived with god
common sense has prevailed
i have never observed things to just be
especially beautiful poignant things
spread over skies or years
or tiny inticate almost invisible things
all perfect tiny machines
there is a perceptible continuity of thought in motion
i have felt god fill me up
god inspires me
i dont even care if it IS all make believe
cos its working for me pretty well
and certain things only between god n myself
that just dont go into words
but i’m happy to discuss it
im open to be dissuaded from my naivete
by your convincing arguments
and i’d rather this than
most other things
i made a tiny contact
and it was wonderful
all the things i pursue have led me there
by the side of flowing rivers
in the dry desert
onstage n inprivate
behind closed doors
standing in a crowd
pages n pages
book by book
fad over fad
song into song
oh yes mister i agree with you on one thing tho
god is not easy to find, nor at your beck n call
just like learning a language
or an instrument
you need some subtle attunements
theres a lotta background noise drowning out the earth
why should god battle that racket
just to point out to you the bleedin’ obvious?
god also doesnt need an olde washed up hippyrocker
proseltyzing on his behalf , i guess
and my right hands lockin’ up
from too much typing
tonite
tonite
the enmore here in sydney
2morrow the national mal-borne
2 more nights to rock
before age wearies me
and yonder axe is laid down
for the final curtain call
and the last line is sung
and the last guy
to walk out
of the last show
is on the last bus home
and as he climbs into bed
at the last minute
his wife wakes n says
“why, gary, youre all a’tremble, m’dear”
and he says
“debbie, its the end of an era”
and the last star
of the evening
discreetly
fades

can you believe all of this?
system within system within system
nervous system
endocrine system
arterial system
veinous system
electrical system
water system
flesh system
skin system
air system
we are all of these
we are semi-angel
with free will
earthbound
revolving around a sun
itself revolving and taking its system with it
and all held aloft
all held apart
invisible forces regulating everything
because a tiny tilt
or minute raise of temp
will fuck this delicate machine right up
now people will go to any extent
to deny god
they will blame religion
they will blame the inquisition
they will blame the crusades n the jihads
they will blame the witch trials n northern ireland
they will blame invisibility itself
“why cant we see him, then?”
they will sit in a botanical garden
asking why god never sends a sign
when all around
his loveletters bloom n sway in yon wind
when i read a poem
inevitably i think of the poet
when i hear a song
inevitably i think of the singer
when i see a creature
naturally i think of the creator
its spring in this hemisphere
creation is explosive
stuff just breaks through
all the sidewalks n pavements
tiny weeds breakthru
(what is a weed?
merely a flower whos virtue has not yet been discovered)
flying ants appear
males who will fly n mate with the queen
(fly united, boys!)
busy little birds pecking n gossiping everywhere
the triumphant sounds of popul vuh emanate from my kitchen
god
why not reveal yourself this very day?
well
aint that like having an ant-farm or fishtank
and stickin’ yer fucking fingers in there all the time
this thing runs on automatic
vishnu dreams universes like ours up every tiny second
they drift out and on
doing what they will
this is all vishnus dream
out of nothing this was all created
back to nothing it will all return
all the great scientists eventually
if not immediately
realise all their knowledge
has been dwarfed by the unknowable
and from a point of extreme humility
pay homage to a creator
because there are some strange things about humanity
we crave the obvious
we get/let the absolutely worst people run the show
we fall for war over n over n over
we think we are disconnected
we try to be happy in midst of others miseries
we dont think its gonna come back on us
we fail to constantly appreciate n rejoice
count your blessings!
go on
take a minute or 3
i’ll wait here listening to my popul vuh
while you have time to think of some ways
in which you are blessed
having a hard time there, baybee?
gotta roof over yer head?
food on the table tonight?
water to drink?
it was not always so
how many people will today die of thirst?
oh yeah
but we want popularity
we want slim-ness n beauty n youth
n holidays in st tropez
n beemer suv hummers with ipod jack n dvd
n new lap top w/ witchburner
n a house with rococco curtains
n statues of the seven dwarves
we want giant food choppers as advertised on tv
we want a credit card with outer limits
we want our parrots on higher perches
we want to lay-bye tomorrow
we want to fly to the bloody moon
who cares about food n water n shelter?
where is god?
why doesnt he immediately appear when i ask this question?
here i am nevets
oh here i am in nth bondi
you see that indefinably blue sky
and them beautiful trees
and you see all the creatures
and you smell the marine air
and you see yer children still sleeping…
yes i see all that…
but , well, its just that….somehow..
i always want just a tiny bit more than i get
god i want more proof of you than those things
god the stars n the sun n the sky n the ocean
and all the mysterious things they contain
are not enough proof for me
you see i had a western education
i went to lyneham high school
we learnt loadsa useful things there
and now i think im pretty smart
cos they told me that i evolved from a proconsul
and we did some things with a dead frog n a battery
n we checked out photosynthesis
and they measured my i q
and they said youre a genius
why dont you do better in school?
and all us kids there felt pretty smug
that god was just some old vestige
like mans vestigal tail
left over from when we stopped being chimps
and we learnt to smoke cigarettes n drink beer
and god seemed like some primitive superstition
and jesus, most of that old testament bullshit is exactly that
and somehow we precluded the concept
that our god was a cool artist
a dreamer, a hedonist, a renaissance man
even if you cant dig the enormity of it all
(dude, space is fucking infinite!!)
even if you cant dig the intricacy of the mechanism
the systems within systems within systems
all ticking along quite nicely thank you
surely you can dig it
as an act of creation
as art
look at those flowers
they are art
look at the sky
its art
listen to the waves
listen to creatures
listen to a forest
its all music
block your ears and hear music within
the music of the spheres
put your ear to a seashell
thats my ocean crashing in there
see the periwinkles n anemones in rockpools
underwater pointillism
god never created the fuming urban hell
the dark satanic mills n boon
the jails n gaols
the stock exchange n its crashes
the endless but soon to be stilled traffic
the red tape n paperwork
god gave you freedom to act
god gave you potential to be almost anything
god gave you as many chances as you need to sort it out
god gave rock n roll to ya
put it in the heart of everyone
ha!
i love you
sk

the water in the inlet was cold
peering down thru cloudy depths
fish-birds
flying/swimming
oceanographer in space
in my minds eye and i
against the rip i struggle
i need new language
i have exhausted all these words
i have excavated my imagination
to the point of collapse
i go up n down with the tides
the moon pulls my head in to alignment
bang bang bang
the numbers come up
red earth meets white heaven
water, prana, chi, fluid, liquid,ether,space
i pass thru all these
in the atmosphere of planets
in the gaps between synapses
everywhere i heard music
the great orbs call to each other
the stars n suns sing
fiery music burns up
the coldness n warmth duet together
life n death doing an old sonny n cher number
the opposites must be reconciled
whatever that means
i accept that opposites must be reconciled
just like
you always become what you hate
did you really think humanity was the be-all n the end-all
of all-there-is?
i see bush n his pals as dirty little boys
poking round in a filthy puddle
on the outskirts of an enchanted forest
whatta waste
sucha shayme
money
the universal language
maybe in this universe, mister
but maybe not all
many things money still can not buy
many things fire still can not burn
somethings require dedication
perseverence
i hated that word once
because i knew it was the truth
but my laziness called out for the easy way
path of least assistance
i did not think that i should have to persevere
i discovered all temporary oblivion
was accompanied by an awful nameless anxiety
oblivion anxiety
anxiety oblivion
relativity
but
how do you experience oblivion?
cos…
yer oblivious!
and if yer anxious that ya gonna get anxious
well, whats all that about?
what
self perpetuating anxiety?
shorter n shorter oblivions
weaker oblivions
oblivions tinged with angst
oblivions with anxiety breaking on thru
cheaper oblivions
more obvious oblivions
oblivions in the key of e minor
but oblivion can only be defined by nonoblivion
that bookends it
endless oblivion holds no attraction for me
i want temporary
not too long
not too short
the sooner the better
earlier rather than later
dead men…..do they know theyre dead?

yesterday we saw for 1st time
scarlets walk
imagine if all of toris songs come true?
love
sk

time being redoubled
growing, glowing thru me
glass eyes
sunburnt hands
the secret identifying marks
increased pleasure
improved design
unravelling mystery
internal dialogue
time being captures heart chakra
time being storms the seat of the soul
simple algebraic function
complex ulterior motive
what do words mean?
what is the truth?
what is untruth?
on what level are you reading me?
evening becomes elektra
morning becomes miranda
aurora is day
eve is night
scarlet is the colour of my mind
daughters of the revolution
children in time being grown
is that why the time (being) has come at last ?
mother natures silver seed to a new home but no son
wise women
women who will heal
witches
enchantresses
sorceress
midwives
mimi too
ones who may weild power
time being favours neither man nor woman
both strong
both weak
both has weakness in the other
woman, are you more attuned?
woman, can you stand more pain than man?
woman, can you carry on alone?
let women be women
let the men be men
let them conceive wondrous children
let the children be children
let the beasts go free
their misery is our misery
you may be too fucked up to realise that
but you can bet your life on it
man love thy woman
woman love thy man
human love the beasts
angel love the humans
god love everything
god is everything
everything therefore may be god
dont ever ever ever eat meat
you have no idea
the more you eat
the less you feel deleterious effects
you are what you eat
you are what you think
eat wholesome food fit for a human
think marvellous thoughts fit for a poet
dream exquisite dreams in colour
extend
become
step into your shoes
be a real man
be a real woman
be a real childe
i know its hard for you
especially some
i stumbled for 10 years in narcotic chains
of my own making
and of my own undoing
it was a crucible i tell you
i had to pull off that olde flesh
a time being was inside
his time in the cocoon was over
he needed to brake free
the half-life was over
the time being says this
avoid these things
microwave
mobile phones
bullets
cities
tobacco
shouting
anger
jealousy
gluttony
laziness
politicians
fluorescent lights
television
aeroplanes
unclean food
regrets
bad energy
ugly scenes

all of these things can aggravate your condition
some are sometimes unavoidable
this is my experience
this is my persuasion
5 daughters to carry on the unfinished work
beautiful if not always dutiful daughters
oh all the things they could do!
all the paintings or music
or maybe theyll be doctors
or writers
or something that gives back something good
something to even up the scales maybe
female energy w/ time being attributes
someone to remember the spells
someone to remember the dead
someone to explore unexplored space
and come back and try to tell the story
someone whos not afraid to say
war is abomination
eating flesh is anathema
money isnt everything
power isnt everything
popularity isnt everything
maybe bite the chubby beringed hand that feeds em
and sink their fangs deep into the flesh
and spit out a better world
or just even a tiny part
is this my purpose?
is this my accident?
stay tuned
or come to the enmore
or the national
i will convince you
in music

nevets yeblik