The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

in a sad part of town
common or garden yesterday
refrain of time
smoky afternoon
reading and writing
in his library
nevetsyeblik
itinerant musician
second rate saint
one minute prophet
quack
and unhandy man
reading up on this n that
more that than this actually
nevetsyeblik has a muse
a tiny angel he scries
incased in clearest crystal
oh lovely muse
she who sometimes appears as if in winter
and a great snowy forest around her
othertimes she appears as summer
a flowery crown in her golden hair
her skin the whiteness of death itself
why why why
why hast thou summoned me hither?
the face of the angel was still
her mouth never moved from its solemn smile
but the words rang in nevetsyebliks head
like tiny chrystalline bells
he whispered almost inaudibly
dearest one i seek your aid
the angels face filled the sphere
ah sweet mortal….then ask…
ah my lady
i am persecuted by the jesuits n the church
who call me heretical
yet i am not a heretic ….
more like a lunatic
the soft voice of the angel appeared in his head
she smiled a littlemore
as he watched her recede back into the forest
it seemed as if she constantly changed
at first an abundant naked maiden
in the golden glow of her youth
then a withered crone
seconds from the end of a long life
next a brilliant child
framed amonsgt the trees
nevetsyeblik continued
the critics and henchmen of the age of reason
also seek to undo me
burning my books
permitting me no entry into their theatres
the old say i am too young
naturally the young consider me ancient
the rich say too poor
the poor too rich
i have tried to be even handed in all things
but my patrons desert me
my performances are cancelled….
verily a tale of woe
came her voice
and what wouldst thou have of me..?
take me out out out of this age i implore you
every age is a dance of fools poor nevetsyeblik
here is my advice
there be 2 types
those who understand
those who will never understand
accept this and continue on
how will i know the one from the other? he asked
it will be immediately obvious said the angel
will they ever understand? he asked
one day they will all understand said she
and i have more sage advice for thee, mortal man
yes my muse source of all wonder
summon the composer polinski at once
by my art i have filled him with wondrous music
and when thou, sweet man, heareth it
i shall fill thy mouth with spontaneous words
and songs
and thou shall talk with thyself
and answer too
my stream of words shall never fail thee
nay not in this life
or in any other
will there be other lives, angelface?
many many many
the angel faded in her crystal
always the same life
over and over
until you…
she had almost faded into silence within his mind
until what..?
asked the man
and faintly
in the corner of his mind he heard her reply
until you learn
the crystal ball was empty
oh angel what is thing to be called
he gently dared to whisper back
the golden naked woman flashed back into view for an instant
and she spat out a single word
mimesis

bad news
bondis new performance space
where i was gonna be right now in fact
has been shut down
it was 2 good 2 be true
aint it the truth
poor andrew h n the others
it was gonna have more plays
more happenings
more exhibitions
now my play wont be returning
not there…anyway
only last night we were sitting round
in the bricklane workshop
ex radiator workshop
now an excellent venue in this culture starved wilderness
cmon
people wanted this in bondi
you can only go so far with all the other touristy malarkey
i mean some us wouldnt mind a bit of a “space”
somewhere for groovy happenings of all kinds to occur
and this place had it in spades
it just felt right
they hadda party there satday night
i took the fam along
it was jumping
seriously jumping
theres nothing like this in bondi
and hasnt been since how knows when
and we want our drawing classes
and our poetry nights
and our plays
and our exhibition/parties…
you know
not another surf shop
which is what it will become
starting in 2 weeks
oh sad day
i was gonna do a show there on the 24th
i was gonna greet everyone at the door
and introduce myself personally
to whoever showed up
take them to their seat
chat a little
then i was gonna show slides n videos of my life
talk to the people as they went along
have a guitar there to maybe strum out some songs
i was gonna read from my new book fruit machine
i was gonna juggle poetry n recite marble
yeah you get the picture dontcha?
anyway thats all gone by the wayside now
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i would like to sincerely and passionately
thank my subscribers
true patrons of the arts
everyone of you
no one ever had to do anything
but you did
and i appreciate it
and some people donated some nice things
and thanks for sending all the cds dvds books
from people(thanks john g.)
i am reading evening in the palace of reason
sent to me by that extraordinary artist MEM
who posts pithily here from time to time
he sent it ages ago
but ive only found time to read a book this week
wow! its a bloody corker!
its the true story of js bach
being summoned to the court of freddy the great
of prussia
and the conflict between the young king
and the old master
a clash between bachs ideals n freds sheer power
and guess what …
fred has bachs son working for him
and theyve devised this musical challenge for old bach
but it all operates on many other levels
and its a true story
just like my biography
any way ive learned a load of stuff
about music i never even dreamed of
and js bach is a totally wired fuckin genius
he is so confident…..oooh
he just churns out beautiful unbelievably complex stuff
all his life
hes knocking out this stuff thats lasted hundreds of years
he revolutionised music
its use of instruments
his eclectic melding of diverse styles
his ravenous intake of others music
figuring it out and spitting it out as bach
oh a good read
not stuffy or boring
js bach…whooda thunkit?
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still have plans for photos n talking blogge
need russells commitment to help implement
and hes a bizzy geezer
cmon
hes a professa of podcaste n blogge
jesus what happened to geography n algebra
it woulda been preposterous to think
at lyneham high in the 60s n 70s
that rusty would teach people to blogge n podcaste
i mean that sounds like a good gig to me
and i believe an attractive package has been negotiated
or was that his lunch?
so i send eve n aurora to school
to learn all this stuff
but actually in the future
there will be jobs that cant be anticipated now
and school schmool!
i mean how much did rusty need to learn at lyneham high
to teach what he teaches now
did he need all that rubbish they taught us
with the sines n cosines
jesus i never understood that stuff
english?
cmon
having some orrible poet shoved down yer gullet
and then forced to analyse the bastard
AND
come up with same answer as the teacher
and
science
oh yeah
big science
thats come in pretty handy
except its hard finding a little nozzle for my bunsen burner
and the doodles are starting to complain about all the disected frogs
i dunno
education
yer gotta read between the lines
ha ha
love
king of kontroversi
killa

was thinking about this book i saw
written by the the worlds # 3 intellectual
(how do ya go up n down that ladder?)
using his much vaunted intellect
to prove that god doesnt exist
and im not gonna pretend that i have read the book
i just kinda gave it a ten minutes skim
but the gist of it seems to be
a kinda atheistic scientific proof
along the lines of
we have reproduced mystical n transcendental states
in subjects by stimulating their such n such cortex
or by the administration of such n such
or
some strange kinda thinking along the lines of
that if we understand the material means by which something
is (said to be) done then we understand the thing itself.
or
we know how therefore we know why
or
unreliable facts n figures (i reckon)
about when this or that happened millions of years ago
(like any of us could really know)
the scientists n thinkers of every age
think that they got it all sussed
but nothing like a hundred years to disprove a few facts
and this 3rd ranking intellectual
urges us to embrace darwinism
a new age of reason
everything is accidental n chemicalistic
life is random
its all for nothing
sure sure
we should do our best
i mean he isnt promoting anarchy or hedonism
hes just saying
look we have descended from monkeys
get over yer fancy mysticism n all that malarkey
theres no god
theres just our obligation to be reasonable
and find a rational explanation for everything
this is sposed to free us from the shackles
of the god the number 3 guy is pretty angry with
and so he should be
yes
its a kinda jehovahey allahey kinda god
that number 3 rails against
and here we get terribly sidetracked
and surely is there an other option
besides monkeys or olde testament
how about this one
there was no beginning
everything was always here
men women squirrels whales wasps apple trees thistles stones shells
the whole fucking she-bang
always always always here
i mean its always been here since i been here
and i have no reason to suspect it wasnt here before me
long before me
or anyone
who was around to say
i was there at the beginning
and you know
get it authenticated
so you know carbon dating yeah!
oh the world came into existence on this date
cos i carbon tested yonder rock
well im not so sure
maybe youre not right
and this evolution thing
this accidental thing
i mean this is some compex accident
an accident that imitates design
i mean as a very crude and basic creator myself
of children n songs n blogges etc
i must confess i have come to admire this world
ON AN ARTISTIC LEVEL
i mean ok
you think picassos great and he is
but he just paints pictures
of the real objects
the creator has created
it goes against all my instincts
to not see and hear
the melodies
the patterns
the great works stretched across the sky
or across a century
the feeling of being guided
the feeling of being blessed
now another thing about #3
he is an atheist
so do you suppose
he has spent much time
mastering the “god” arts n techniques
has he ever been in a trance?
has he ever meditated over long periods?
does he practise any form of yoga?
is he actually conversant with any hindu or buddhist thought
rather than glib quotes?
i mean these things take time to master
you cant say youve investigated god
unless youve taken sometime
to practise some form of transcendantal discipline
its like saying that french is gibberish
before learning to speak french
which takes years
and a leap of faith at the beginning
so has # 3 taken any mushrooms or peyote
or ibogaine or ayahuasca or anything
has he investigated the very real worlds which are but a plant away?
and ya know
i just dont feel darwinism
im sorry
im sorry
where are the birds with half a wing
and turtles with half a shell?
yeah yeah things adapt
its built in
(to me merely another wonder)
but dont go telling people
its all for nothing
unless youre very very sure
i say
think of all the other possibilities
for the explanation of the appearance of this world
and its diverse creatures
than accident or jehovah
and i refuse to let them
prove to me in some equation i can never understand..
that the things i hold sacred and godgiven
are merely blips n blops in a chemical chain
they are that to be sure
but not merely that
no more than someone who has worked out the chords
to under the milky way means that
he understands the songs attributes or creation
or even that he can replicate the song decently
no he has merely deduced one aspect of the thing
so our # 3 has deduced a few aspects of life
or so we may care to think
until the next wave of thought comes along
and in 5 hundred years
if there is a planet left at all
(and folks the christians AND the atheists got us into this mess)
anyway
i reckon they would laugh at the quaint ideas
he now postulates as a modern call to reason
and anyhow
modern science is turning towards what the indians
said thousands of years ago
everything is illusion
there is nothing solid
everything is vibration
ok number 3 probably can dig that now
some guy in harvard put it in a handy equation for us
but 50 years ago it was quite preposterous
but the guys who realised this all those years ago
they understood it
because they had mastered the arts of contemplation
devotion
meditation
asana
breathing
they were love in action
and they combined science n poetry n philosophy
n cosmology all into one groovy thing
and they sussed it
and if you do what they did
you might feel it too
and aint it unsurprising that atheistic searches
yeild atheistic results
yes you can find a million things to be angry with god about
you can find anomalies in nature
you can blame him cos you were born ugly or poor
you can hate him cos you were unpopular at school
you can cast him as jehovah from the olde testa
and loathe his arbitrary bullshit
and say thats it im done with god
and then ignore it all
the ratios
the systems within systems within systems
the sheer beauty of the sky which changes from minute to minute
(oh yeah says mr 3 thats just photons n light blah blahs etc)
so what picassos just blobs of oil paint but that dont demystify it
look mysticism is so deeply a part of my life
everything i do has been to glorify the mysterious mystery of life
i cant turn around and embrace this rational world now
i’d rather be a fool in my world
with its signs n signals n beliefs n superstitions
with the untransmittable things i have gleaned in garudasana
in the soft rain on my balcony
when my rational western brain shut up for half a second
and the immensity n the love of it all
and the calmness and the ok ness
and the reason it had to be that way
of course number 3 has his logic and latest equations
i have my songs n my poems
he comes to say that this is it
what ya see is what ya get
take care of it by all means
in fact now you can really take care of it
cos i just proved on page 666 of my book
that god is utterably non existent
i come to say
no no no
oh boy
wow this is weird
can anything be believed here?
im gonna try some things
that these other guys tried
like psychedelic drugs
and yoga
and eating foods that vibrate at higher rates
etc etc
see what results i get
and the results i get
aint really going along with the new age of reason too much
but thats just me
and youll be able to quote stuff at me till the sacred cows come home
and maybe quote # 3 in my comments page
but all to no avail
i know what i know
there are more than one or two or three possible answers
if even finding an answer is the right word
a very human way of looking at things to be sure
beginnings endings causes
these things obseess humans
and we impose them on everything
and somethings maybe
are just there
or another kinda god
not jehovah
but a subtle artistic approachable god
a vishnu in your own heart
a personal jesus
an ideal
a guiding light
a wonderful creator
who tosses off universes as he sleeps
my experience has been mystical
a voice inside me says pursue this
my instincts say no darwinism
are we not men?
my instincts say
you have lived many many times before
my instincts say treasure this earth
but it is a shadow of some real place
but place isnt the right word
and we get tangled up in words
which dont even describe the grace n love of god
as i have felt them very occaisionally
but how could i be me and not say these things
i understand nothing of science
i just still see the sunset and think
wow!
i see the ocean on a stormy day and im impressed
i see the tenderness of motherhood
i see the burgeoning spirit of my children
i feel my thoughts turn again n again to god
something out there
something in here
all around
and nowhere
and its so hard to believe
but its all one thing
vibrating
shimmering
not even really there
try some discipline before you say god is dead

a wish
a joke
another thirty miles
travel in silence
journeymen
engine revolves
long shadows fall
birds look for land
out here the stars…..
moon looks like a …..
try n arrange somethin’
struggletown next
trainstations n milk bars
parked trucks n stolen bikes
brickworks closed down
signs missing
wrong road
getting more n more lost
feeling vulnerable
where to steven?
home
where are we now?
i dunno exactly
have you been here before?
yes n no
map?
no, its ok…i think
are you shaking?
a little…
whats wrong whats wrong?
nothing nothing
then why…?
i dunno
when will we…?
look, leave me alone
youre geeing me up
youre creating more problems
your suspicions are crippling me
just shut up…
ok ok but when will we….
i thought i told you to shut up
but i just wanted to ask this one last thing
but i told you i dunno
but just one more question n i will
but i cant answer
cant….wont…shouldnt..
what are you hiding from?
oh god…what are YOU hiding from?
you!
but….
yes thats right!
me?
but…..
hmmm
why?
youve had your question aint ya?
ok
ok
yeah…ok

13/13 morningside crescent
sweeping ocean views
rainclouds jostle in grey wash
industrious ants prepare for the deluge
is this a song
or a painting?
the steep drive
oilstains and pebbles
cactii n tropical wilderness
in the garage a thousand things
surfboards n rope n an old fridge
games n darts n an empty bucket of chlorine
oh australia
its dark and still
wasps have built a nest under the eaves
thin angry wasps almost silently buzzing
the leaves have fallen in the pool
and they lie at the bottom
spelling out something in some oriental way
light reflects n dances aquatically
afternoon
my old mate
inside ….
mmm nice kitchen
rain begins outside
lovely view
an old sailing ship on the blurry horizon
a ghost whale followed by a spirit crew
stevens here
sitting in a blue dressing gown with unravelling shoulders
sitting in the window type type type
grinding this all out
but coming to him so easy now
like greeced lightning the words flow from his tapered fingers
steven says sorry im busy type type typing
lets look around and around
the girls have left a mess on the stairs
dollies n gossip rags n little pets n pairs of shoes
sorry bout the mess steven calls over
but never lifts his head where he types
his computer is painted in van goghish swirls
his once broken arm with its oblique twist
his once dark hair faded to dusty brown
oh never mind
in the fridge is blackcurrant juice and exotic berry jam
theres nut cutlets n tempeh n rice milk n a half finished chilli
theres chocolate biscuits n yakults n aloe vera n goji juice
theres a thing for headaches n a bottle of stoli
theres a west virginia fridge magnet with a picture of uncle gary
theres a drawing that one of the girls did
of a mermaid with seaweed hair
and someone else has added something more to it
and one of those fridge magnet poetry kits
spelling out this poem
lonely luxurious lovers entered paradise beach
snow swirled up their hearts
suddenly seized with the great passion
they conceived a child
dazzle sun after you see
more to come
end
steven who wrote this
one of the girls?
yes
one of the girls
which one which one
which one
oh i cant …..
what is the music ?
oh i just wrote that on my laptop
its called steves elegaic breakfast
ha ha
the room at the top of the stairs
some bunk beds
toys n shoes strewn everywhere
we hear voices
but its empty
someone has stuck more pictures n drawings on the walls
unicorns
children with big heads n skewiff eyes
elaborate pictographs with fairies n chipmunks
drawings of houses n children holding hands
rain dripping on the little balcony
the trees huddle down
hey steven
but hes too deaf to hear me up here
the bookshelves full of books
credit n credulity by emilia bronte-sawros
the bumper book of sea shell stories 1964
emanuel on the isle of marvels
pathfinder 1959 annual for scouts n guides
extinct birds by mark sib-taupe
mexican diorama by tim leary n tom york
germaine greers biography of hugh hefner
quasi-modos big chance by some french guy
thats enough of that
a photo album
steven graduating from the school o hard knox
steven and the girls
steven and some of the girls
steven and one of the girls
steven playing at a festival in antarctica
steven with his mother n father at someones wedding
steven with his first guitar string
steven as a navy cadet on board a destroyer
steven as a cub with his wolf head insignia n skulls
steven at a picnic in 1983 eating angelfruit
hey steven..
eh….whats that?
hey do you still have any of those floral shirts?
(no answer)
bedside tables
dare i look in these drawers…
mm some loose change
a few odd sox
keys
a birthday card
from your sister kim
to my dearest big brother steven
happy happy happy day
wish i was there
me x
and a deck of cards
the queen of hearts looks so sad
take time to look at her husband
the suicide king
holding a knife at his head
because his sad wife and his rotten son
are driving him crazy
the rain sweeps n swoops in from the sea
in shining sheets
back down stairs
hey steven..
steven is gone
his falcon has flown off
the computer is still on
timebeing.blogspot.com
oh wow
hey this is interesting
its all here
hes written it all here
ha ha
oh im gonna read it now myself

warm storm
the bush the sea
fat raindrops
river of singing fish
no diving or fishing from bridge
steven john wake up
but mum….
im confused
dad says
were here slim
mum says
steven you slept all the way
oh the lagoon! look its the lagoon…
yes son
whens tea?
when uncle den arrives steven
go and have a walk on the beach son….
its getting dark
im a little scared
is this werri beach
is this wonoona beach
is this sussex inlet
is this ten mile beach
or is it neilsens park beach
or is it broulee the village by the sea
yes it is
it seems like night has fallen down rapidly
im standing outside my dads old place
it hasnt changed
the sandy almost treeless garden
a slightly mournful feel
but maybe thats cause…
cause what steven ?
cause i dont know…
cause my boy-mind cant comprehend
what went n happened to you
i stand outside this house
where this very sad thing happened
and i didnt expect to meet you here
we are interupted by a dark skinned blonde haired girl
who pops her head out the door
and the moths glitter in the air round the lamps
and the girl says hi im aurora
oh what a lovely name steven
yes mum its the roman goddess of the dawn
shes a golden girl son
yes mum can i go and talk to her
no son
youve got to come in now
but mum this is the house where dad…..
hey mum does that girl have an american accent?
yes i think so son….look five more minutes then come in
oh aurora do you live there now in that house….?
no …i …i..just stay here sometimes
hey aurora
yes dad
no dont call me that
my name is…
yeah i know
its steven
of course it is dad
steven steven!
oh is that your mom or i guess you say mum
yes she doesnt like me playing when its dark
are you afraid of ghosts? aurora asks
no i…..umm yes i am
ghosts of past and ghosts of future
a sickening collision
why do you think i am called the time being?
the trees genuflect in the wind
the ocean crashes on the soft white sand
the mist…oh its so perfect
a lovely ending

im on vacation
a secret location
oh sweet late summer breezes
lazy days
the ocean
hermit crabs
vege barbeques
romance
see ya later
t t b

the time being is taking a wee holiday
if i can log on from my secret location
i will
other than that see you soon
t t b

a list of famous people i have met n brief description
billy thorpe (aust 70s rock muso)
i met thorpey backstage at canberra theatre..not a badde guy
greg macainsh from skyhooks
spent a night at his place discussing songwriting in early 80s
a measured intelligent dude
red symonds from skyhooks..a lovable smartarse
not for the easily offended
bongo from skyhooks….very ordinary
steve lukather from toto…met him in a recording studio
the prick couldnt believe i never heard of him…a total l.a. wanker
ian mc cullough from echo…thick n stupid n short sighted (sorry k t g)
julian cope…ah more my cuppa bhang tea
a totally stoned drugged looney with his heart on his sleeve
me n ploogy smoked joints n supplied mushrooms
the rest of his band hated ‘im..but this was 1982
peter murphy….effeminate english schoolboy turkey
oh how disappointing…
garth porter from sherbert…diamond geezer
jackson browne…youthful, cautiously friendly
linda rondstadt..didnt recognize her in 87..a bit podgy.
tom verlaine..sarcastic sardonic hyper jumpy funny
richard lloyd…boy what a burnt out wreck
j d daugherty..one of the nicest people i ever met
ivan kraal n lenny kaye…both as nice as youd imagine
sinead…paranoid n twitchy
steve gilpin( rip) from mi-sex…a gentleman
paul kelly…seen paul over the years since 1980
always the nicest calmest guy
sean kelly from the models..a bit like me
guarded paranoid cynical
james freud…changed a lot over the years
bit of a diamond geezer these days
ps read his fucking book!
jimmy iovine..famous producer..very new york, but he was ok
clive davis head of arista..didnt say much
very powerful..he bootpolished the bald spots in his head
and when he sweated the black stuff ran
the rain parade…all lovely guys
angus n julia stone…very friendly
rose tatoo…ruff but lovable
ian rilen (rip) another diamond in the ruff
robert forster..intelligent cool slightly stand offish
powderfinger….all the nicest sweetest guys
john butler…ditto (but cant understand why hes so popular)
shayne carter from straitjackets..moody n intense..very n.z. n indy
jeffery cain…a darling man
grant mc ..ditto
mark knopfler …cockney geeza
duran duran….they tried to be friendly but i was rude
n they ended up being turkeys…but what did you expect
jj burnell from stranglers…a real live wire
gersey…all very nice
australian crawl…tossers
nick seymour…one of the funniest most charismatic guys ever
neil finn…quiet n intense
tim finn…kinda boring
kev carmody…complex sad lovely talented man
kev i hope this new record sells by the bucketload!!
real life( scraping the barrel here) …new romantic tossers
bert newton …professional but friendly
donny sutherland….easily frustrated interviewing pricks like me
anton from bjm…intense nutty bigmouth weirdo
rikki…aw..hes a fuckin sweetie
delta goodram n the oirish git…forgettable
danny minogue….superficial little nobody
but what didja expect
iggy pop…iggy was one of the most humble softly spoken guys
i ever ever met…
reg mombassa n pete odoherty….both champion blokes
andrew eldritch…tiny coked up twitchy little geeza…but good fun
lindy morrison….she used ta hate me…now she doesnt so much, very funny
amanda brown ….lovely lady
mark mcentee…weird
ploogy chased him round countdown studio
threatening to biff him it was hilarious
molly meldrum…an intelligent guy actually
i like him
craig mclachlan….nice aussie bloke
jules shear…a good friend for a while
sweet n lovely
swannee…a bit of an olde scottish wanker
bobby flynn…good guy
the pretenders… lovely people
chrissie herself…..cool but a bit lost…maybe
the bangles…uh…underwhelming…
peter koppes mwp n tim powles…ok dudes
holger czukay…fascinating chat in cologne cafe
warren ellis….friendly n nice
glen bennie…lovely man
evil graham lee…another lovely manne
blixa bargeld…whatta goose
mick harvey ..he was ok
tex perkins…dont like ‘im
the cruel sea…but i like all of them
nk met pete murray n chatted for a while
outside a porta-loo
she says soft spoken npolite…quite shy
tim butler from psychedelic furs
gave me a line of coke in 1984 in ny..a nice fella

god
thatll do!
but i know i forget some real bigshots somewhere

yessaday i read my biography again
i guess i was sposed to be checking for any innaccuracies
i dont really care about innaccuracies that much
i mean what does it matter what year singsongs was recorded..?
actually
and im sure rob lurie is reading this…
hes done quite a nice job…..
weird to suddenly see my story from his perspective…
i mean come on lurie..
you were some seriously uptight little fanboy…or what
and it was yer rite of passage to divest your psyche
of my unintentional superimposition
you see it happened to me too
with my fave popstars
but i was never lucky or unlucky enough to get to meet ’em
so i never gotta chance to do what lurie has done
and its strange to think
that i was casually writing n playing
and looking how i did…with my smirk n all
and somewhere out there
this teenage american kid in some suburban wilderness
is grokking it all
taking it all in
and
taking it all too seriously
just like me with marky boland n david boogie
except….
anyway rob got a masters degree for this book
and now i envy him
i mean cant someone confer a fucking honarary ornery masters degree on me?
cmon ya know i got more poetry in my little thingo
than all them professors at fucking harvard n yale put together
cmon give me some quals!
anyway i wasnt looking forward too much to the drug part
but lurie handles it with aplomb
and his “imagined” bits arent too far off the mark..
most of em anyway
and lurie attempts to come to some kinda understanding of my paradox
that is i can be so nice
or i can be so not nice
and hardly anything in the middle
and its funny that lurie puts the boot in a bit at the end
and he reckons that the fambley manne thing is an act
and my everyman pose is faux
and really im the same old prick
and rob youve hit the nail on the head actually
and its great to see that i can still perplex you after all these years
and its great that occaisionally your sense of frustration
because you wanted to shake my unbeknownst influence ages ago
and youve taken your obsession
and robby baybee
i like your book
i enjoyed it
theres a few bits gonna get me into trouble maybe….
but in the end
he does say that my stuff stood the test of time
though sadly he only gives ultc 3 stars
but he eventually comes to a conclusion that
it was kinda worth it
your heroes are never gonna be exactly how ya hoped
lurie should thank his lucky stars
that he did meet me as the stocky thinning haired everyman
and not the glamourous little prick he worshipped
or he woulda gone home with his delusions shattered
ive tried to change since those days
and i have changed as a natural process as well
like everyone
of course that old sk is still in the sub-strata somewhere
that nasty disinterested one
and to tell ya the truth
how could you be interested in every stranger
that ya met by the bucketloads in those days
jesus i was a arrogant turkey….sometimes
im not good at meeting people
it aint one of my skills
smalltalk n schmoozing
actually i dont care…
and man between 1986-1990
i met rob luries in every city of this world
guys who loved ya so much…
they wanted some intangible fucking thing…
i didnt know what it was
they didnt know what it was
except maybe i get em a deal with arista n produce their album
or something
anyway when it became apparent
that you werent interested at all
they often become argumentative n nasty
not understanding that
youre in the middle of a long tour
and its late
n yer stoned and or drunk
n very tired
n you cant even remember the lyrics
some fresh scrubbed “college” kid in boise is querying you about
as i said before
if youd let me loose on my heroes
im sure i woulda come home with cuffed ears
but it sure was tedious meeting some of those guys
lurie…i didnt even remember meeting him
till i read a little thing hed written about meeting me in london
during my “tired n emotional” phase
and his piece was brutally honest but he could still see
something in my shambles that kept him going
i completely perplexed him with my unintentional carryon
and he wrote it well
ya see rob thinks he hasnt gotta naxe to grind
but i wonder if he can percieve that he does
?
and that is
when you go n worship someone that much
well
you sorta feel like …..
well its hard to explain…
you feel a bit annoyed or something
that youve spent so much effort on them
instead of getting yer own thing together
its great to have influences
its impossible not to
but when the time comes
ya gotta make the break
which is the difference between me n him
i made the break
and he didnt
now rob i hope ya dont mind me analyzing ya here on my blogge
i get a bit of analysis in ye olde bio n ya gotta suffer the slings n arrows
i think its a real good read and its written pretty well
a style emerges and i enjoyed it
i wont cringe at all if i see it in a bookstore
does this mean you can say authorised?
wow i read this book about david bowie some guy wrote
that was not authorised
jesus naughty david
with his thing for black womens bottoms
n the shadow that infested his swimming pool
and the cocaine
and the cocaine
and the…
did i mention cocaine?
i guess him n that biographer dont speak much these days…
ha ha
so i say
read robs book by all means
theres some hilarious stuff in there
like pryce surplus and his bitter rant
about how i lack any credibility and how i can never have it
gee pryce uh didja see the five star review last week in the age?
and simon polinski saying what a diamond geezer i am
cmon polinski, get fucking real, olde bean
im a bastard and ya know it
ha ha
rob it was interesting to revisit my self thru your eyes
i felt good when id finished reading it
and i also felt happy for ya too
cos it IS a good book
and you finally got something concrete outta all that kilbey carryon
you turned it round my son
youve done well!
ah ….
dont it bring a little tear to yer eye?
no?