to whom it may concern

whats going on?who turned out the lights?im a what…..? a human bean on erf?why?oh nonot this routine againim tellin’ ya fiendss and othersi still cant get used to itwill someone tell me whats a’happening babycos this thing called life is blowing my mindpeople getting really sick n ill all over the placewhy cant i do something?is it my ego that thinks i should be able to do something?is it a typical male response?hold on im just doing my wrist inverse flexi-jobsto counter the constricting rsimy backs getting betterbut my wrist is re-locking(im doing the exercises coach)now davem when i mention my wristi hope yer not going all frankie howerd(the prologue….)god where was ihealing….?people sayoh timebeeing your music healsbut i wanna do it the real wayi wanna cast that bastard outthat addictionthat fucking cancerthat nasty thing in whatever guise it might takethere is a way to do itsometimes i think its on the tip of my tongueits gotta be the most easy obvious thingexcept for one thingyou gotta have faithfaith in what ? you curious fiendss askfaith in something including but beyond yourselfeven if its just total faith in the processoh thats not so easytotal faithso within reachyet so seemingly unreachableit means a total focus of your prana energyof your vitalityof your qiof your ooomphof the thing you reckon you gotif ya wanna heal someone with your faithdoes it work?absolutely i believe thishow many people can manifest total faith?hardly any…definitely i wont be one this turnoh my motivation is all wrong…still ….but miracles are rare in my opiniondown here on erfeverything seems mixed upor is that me?the villains appear to be mostly winningthe planet itselfs in badde shapeand i mean badde(someone out there contradict me fersure)i dunnoim a bloody olde pop singer…theyre still fuckin’ harpooning the whalestheyre still clubbing the sealstheyre […]

whats going on?
who turned out the lights?
im a what…..? a human bean on erf?
why?
oh no
not this routine again
im tellin’ ya fiendss and others
i still cant get used to it
will someone tell me whats a’happening baby
cos this thing called life is blowing my mind
people getting really sick n ill all over the place
why cant i do something?
is it my ego that thinks i should be able to do something?
is it a typical male response?
hold on im just doing my wrist inverse flexi-jobs
to counter the constricting rsi
my backs getting better
but my wrist is re-locking
(im doing the exercises coach)
now davem
when i mention my wrist
i hope yer not going all frankie howerd
(the prologue….)
god where was i
healing….?
people say
oh timebeeing your music heals
but i wanna do it the real way
i wanna cast that bastard out
that addiction
that fucking cancer
that nasty thing in whatever guise it might take
there is a way to do it
sometimes i think its on the tip of my tongue
its gotta be the most easy obvious thing
except for one thing
you gotta have faith
faith in what ? you curious fiendss ask
faith in something including but beyond yourself
even if its just total faith in the process
oh thats not so easy
total faith
so within reach
yet so seemingly unreachable
it means a total focus of your prana energy
of your vitality
of your qi
of your ooomph
of the thing you reckon you got
if ya wanna heal someone with your faith
does it work?
absolutely i believe this
how many people can manifest total faith?
hardly any…definitely i wont be one this turn
oh my motivation is all wrong…
still ….
but miracles are rare in my opinion
down here on erf
everything seems mixed up
or is that me?
the villains appear to be mostly winning
the planet itselfs in badde shape
and i mean badde
(someone out there contradict me fersure)
i dunno
im a bloody olde pop singer…
theyre still fuckin’ harpooning the whales
theyre still clubbing the seals
theyre still slaughtering the beasts in hellish slaughterhouses
theyre still dreaming up reasons to have wars
(im still asking who authorised that first world war
and what do they say now its all over)
theyre still printin’ the goss rags
that make you feel putrid
just like a big mac would
theyre still cutting down them forests
(daddy…whats a forest
its a bunch of trees, darling
daddy
yes daughter
whats a tree?)
theyre still laying about watching soapies
theyre still getting obese n anorexic
theyre still having domestic violence
n international argy bargy
theyre still having boy bands and hair product
theyre still doing all that jazz ya gotta love
and the confusing thing
having said all that
there are those rare miracles
i believe
they are rare
but not never
i have found never to be a bullshit word
because ive seen a lotta nevers happen
they said a hurricane could never go below the equator
but one did!
you see we’re in an age where never has lost its absoluteness
is there really anything that will never happen?
ha! i wouldnt like to see it
no not me
never indeed
no
i believe anything is possibly likely and likely possible as well
i still believe that i gotta ticket in the lottery
i still believe i can get the product n pay no interest until 2032
i still believe that god gave rocknroll to me
i still believe that everything will be ok in the end
but at times i may not believe that at all
i read a badde review of mimesis from brizzy
woman said it made her want to shave her legs…
mm whatta top notch critic….
thats real definitive stuff
see…!?

muse goes solo

muse : you may find it doubtful that my attemptsto reach you this way mean anything at all but tryto believe, that it is indeed mewhy am i here?no simple explanation can sufficeyou wouldnt understand is so easy to saydont think literally or laterally nowthis is something to interpretthis is something to feelthis is something to hide inthis is something that flows through youthis is something elsesomething altogether differentwhat what what youre sayinggreedy for a secretwell secrets dont come cheap even these daysand what i know i cant show you unless you are receiving on this levelnot higher or lower leveljust differenti am the being in times musei am female as you would understandyingnightmooni am an aspecti am imaginaryi am powerfuli am transmitting to you if you would but heari see the potential in everythingi have instructed the being in thisand if he has any gift it is thisto hear a melody in one noteto see a poem in one wordto get a song from a jamand a jam from a mistakeand mistake something elseand come up with something newexamine everythingcarefullydont rush it too muchbut dont take too much timeverily they say a quick one is a good one!there is a way into thingsand its not the most obvious way eitherhowever dont make the mistakethe being has often madethat is to neglect the obvious and concentrate on minutiaeyou see everything is in need of balancetoo much one way is insanitytoo much the other is torpor, lethargyjust look around youcan you really say you dont know what to paint?listen closely to the hearts of menfor there are your poems and lyricsstudy the natural shapes of naturetheres your designtheres your perspectivego lightly go lightly go lightlynot like a taurus in a fucking china shoppebe gentle with itplay your instrument firmly but softlylet […]

muse : you may find it doubtful that my attempts
to reach you this way mean anything at all but try
to believe, that it is indeed me
why am i here?
no simple explanation can suffice
you wouldnt understand is so easy to say
dont think literally or laterally now
this is something to interpret
this is something to feel
this is something to hide in
this is something that flows through you
this is something else
something altogether different
what what what youre saying
greedy for a secret
well secrets dont come cheap even these days
and what i know i cant show you
unless you are receiving on this level
not higher or lower level
just different
i am the being in times muse
i am female as you would understand
ying
night
moon
i am an aspect
i am imaginary
i am powerful
i am transmitting to you if you would but hear
i see the potential in everything
i have instructed the being in this
and if he has any gift it is this
to hear a melody in one note
to see a poem in one word
to get a song from a jam
and a jam from a mistake
and mistake something else
and come up with something new
examine everything
carefully
dont rush it too much
but dont take too much time
verily they say a quick one is a good one!
there is a way into things
and its not the most obvious way either
however dont make the mistake
the being has often made
that is to neglect the obvious and concentrate on minutiae
you see everything is in need of balance
too much one way is insanity
too much the other is torpor, lethargy
just look around you
can you really say you dont know what to paint?
listen closely to the hearts of men
for there are your poems and lyrics
study the natural shapes of nature
theres your design
theres your perspective
go lightly go lightly go lightly
not like a taurus in a fucking china shoppe
be gentle with it
play your instrument firmly but softly
let your fingers glide over it like a lovers caress
let the notes flow in liquid patterns undulating like a river
touch your instrument with awe
it says that which none may speak
it is capable of sublime beauty or discordant noise
sing songs about the time and the distance
sing about the songs you love to sing
let the music move you in all ways it will
then youre swimming through it
and your instrument is guiding you beyond yourself
where you truly belong
understand these words if you want to
decipher them if you can
be bothered
i write them regardless
of whether you heed or not
thats all

strangest life i ever had

stoned immaculate in the sunjim morrisons book still on my tableyellow 6 emit from iboxbeen goofing off again today im afraidmuse : is that what youre calling it these days….no muse im not gonna let you walk all over this blogge todayyou only speak cos i choose to let youand today youre gonna remain silent(sound of muffled struggle)kilbey says to himself:fuck, i bet they like the muse better than me….(sound of a muffled “who wouldnt?” is heard)thats the trouble with voices, my darling pigssonce you let em speakyou got yer hands fullevery little aspect of yer psyche jostling to be hearddo you really think this muse exists?(more muffled strugglin’…izzshe strugglin’?)you fiendss really think there is some supernatural female energyfilling up my head with words twenny four hours a day, childe?damn right there is…..!hey there really is look…what do you want me to docompose a poem?nah too easytheres idiots out there without muses knocking that stuff out?write a novel….nah, itd take too longdo a painting thennah dont feel like it..i been overdoing itwrite a song thengood idea but no audio for a bloggetake a photo thenof what?and who is saying all that stuff if it aint the muse?muse : you cant control me, beingno sweet immortal muse, youre always so good to memuse : and you have always had faith in mei believe in you muse, i really do..muse : ah the hardest thing is to really believebut doesnt everyone have their own muse….?muse : alas, no, being in timebut why me then?muse : well youre useless at just about everything else andat the last minute the creator imbued you with one of my many aspectspurely out of mercy…….well i know youve always been there for me, likewhen im up against a tight fucking scheduleyou know 5 minutes to write something […]

stoned immaculate in the sun
jim morrisons book still on my table
yellow 6 emit from ibox
been goofing off again today im afraid
muse : is that what youre calling it these days….
no muse im not gonna let you walk all over this blogge today
you only speak cos i choose to let you
and today youre gonna remain silent
(sound of muffled struggle)
kilbey says to himself:
fuck, i bet they like the muse better than me….
(sound of a muffled “who wouldnt?” is heard)
thats the trouble with voices, my darling pigss
once you let em speak
you got yer hands full
every little aspect of yer psyche jostling to be heard
do you really think this muse exists?
(more muffled strugglin’…izzshe strugglin’?)
you fiendss really think there is some supernatural female energy
filling up my head with words twenny four hours a day, childe?
damn right there is…..!
hey there really is look…
what do you want me to do
compose a poem?
nah too easy
theres idiots out there without muses knocking that stuff out?
write a novel….
nah, itd take too long
do a painting then
nah dont feel like it..i been overdoing it
write a song then
good idea but no audio for a blogge
take a photo then
of what?
and who is saying all that stuff if it aint the muse?
muse : you cant control me, being
no sweet immortal muse, youre always so good to me
muse : and you have always had faith in me
i believe in you muse, i really do..
muse : ah the hardest thing is to really believe
but doesnt everyone have their own muse….?
muse : alas, no, being in time
but why me then?
muse : well youre useless at just about everything else and
at the last minute the creator imbued you with one of my many aspects
purely out of mercy…….
well i know youve always been there for me, like
when im up against a tight fucking schedule
you know 5 minutes to write something thats gotta be good
and i think come on muse…be there…!
muse : and unless youve had too much this or that i will deliver
how do you do it muse…where do you get all the stuff from?
muse : oh i have a muse too, mortal man, and that muse i filter to you
couldnt you let me have a minute with your muse, muse
muse : you always want that forbidden thing you not supposed to have
does that mean yes?
muse : you cant handle it sonny jim
hey im nearly effing 53, cmon, lemme have it
muse : what good would some ineffable delight do you?
are you having a laugh….is she having a laugh?
muse : you would have no words to write it
gimme a chance
muse: it is glorious creativity, pure and delightful
it is a melody with visible form clothed in poignant stories
the most beautiful woman you ever didnt see
a strong man , wise and golden
and words falling from the sky
queuing in the ether to enter your fevered head
and sensual beyond all feeling
a whisper in your ear saying such delicious things
oh being, my muse is prescient and reveals the future
the future unrolling in viridian and crimson lake and cerulean blue
the future played by an orchestra of ecstatic angels
each a virtuoso of unquantifiable stature
the future dished up as a lovely dessert with serene distances
and being, the past hung like a tapestry in eternal remembrance
the fountain of dance and song where i bathe nightly
everysong you say please dont let this one end
this is the best song
no song could be better than this
but my muse sends me a new song
and i say ah
this song is by far superior to everything that came before
and each note is unlocking sensations deep in your heart
the heart of your creativity where all things begin
and being
let me tell you of my muses voice
the voice that sings me those songs
oh her voice is like strong and clear and melodic
she sings in all languages at once
she has a thousand eyes
and she sings in the voice of earth and sky
her lowest note would open the ground
her highest would pierce the sun and stars
and she sings soft and low
seducing you with her untranslatable lyrics
about about about
you see there are no words here for them
ha ha being
you could not contain my muse
it would derange you….
ok look gimme a 10 second blast, i still wanna try
muse: my my your a persistent pest, arent you?
im ready
muse : are you really ready?
yes i am
muse: so be it!!!

ah………!!!!!!!!!!!

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monday comes aroundcant trust that daymondays childe so fair of faceeveryday is anyday to mei sit alone at homeive swumive qi gongedback still hurting(will not bore ya w/that anymoore)what was i going to say?does anyone outthere remember?monday is moon daythe moonthe monththe moons cyclethe cycle of ovulationthe unending thrust of reproductionall them new ones trying to get bornall them that wanna take their chancesagainrich manpoor manbeggar man kingsilk satin cotton ragslifeoh dont start me talkingwhat is this thing “life”are we/you/i wasting it ?chasing chimerasbeing misdirected by mayaswallowing the illusion and saying give me morei dont know about youive had a weird lifeand always something trying to tell me somethingmy misadventures always end with someone sayingin my mindi thought i told you that would happen….repeating an action, expecting different resultsthats insanity they say in n.a. and a.a.you cant turn a gherkin back into a cucumber!so as my own metaphor goesim poking round in a muddy puddlewhilst standing in the midst of an edenic gardenbut aint that just like a humanweve got this built in mechan-ism…look what they gave usand look what we done with itand yet and yetand yetwell no surprisesits a warm autumnal day here in n.bondithe water was cold…about 17and the sauna was hoti washed my wispy hair with a little bottle of shampooi picked up in a hotel in europa somewherei walk down the street in my army shirt w/stickers white cord shortsblunnies n odd socksmy noise cancellation headphones blasting krautrock shufflemy 60 gig ipodd swinging at my hippy old hip hipi am ageing disgracefullyno i will not become a shapeless gray amoebaan olde cheezy boozy meaty “straight” man popping viagra n antacidssome waddling walrus in a suity why is this so important to meto make this distinction to my poor long-suffering readersover and overbecause….i dunnoactually i just […]

monday comes around
cant trust that day
mondays childe so fair of face
everyday is anyday to me
i sit alone at home
ive swum
ive qi gonged
back still hurting
(will not bore ya w/that anymoore)
what was i going to say?
does anyone outthere remember?
monday is moon day
the moon
the month
the moons cycle
the cycle of ovulation
the unending thrust of reproduction
all them new ones trying to get born
all them that wanna take their chances
again
rich man
poor man
beggar man king
silk satin cotton rags
life
oh dont start me talking
what is this thing “life”
are we/you/i wasting it ?
chasing chimeras
being misdirected by maya
swallowing the illusion and saying give me more
i dont know about you
ive had a weird life
and always something trying to tell me something
my misadventures always end with someone saying
in my mind
i thought i told you that would happen….
repeating an action, expecting different results
thats insanity they say in n.a. and a.a.
you cant turn a gherkin back into a cucumber!
so as my own metaphor goes
im poking round in a muddy puddle
whilst standing in the midst of an edenic garden
but aint that just like a human
weve got this built in mechan-ism…
look what they gave us
and look what we done with it
and yet and yet
and yet
well no surprises
its a warm autumnal day here in n.bondi
the water was cold…about 17
and the sauna was hot
i washed my wispy hair with a little bottle of shampoo
i picked up in a hotel in europa somewhere
i walk down the street in my army shirt w/stickers
white cord shorts
blunnies n odd socks
my noise cancellation headphones blasting krautrock shuffle
my 60 gig ipodd swinging at my hippy old hip hip
i am ageing disgracefully
no i will not become a shapeless gray amoeba
an olde cheezy boozy meaty “straight” man popping viagra n antacids
some waddling walrus in a suity
why is this so important to me
to make this distinction to my poor long-suffering readers
over and over
because….
i dunno
actually i just dunno
its another of those traps i wassa talking about
you know maya n illusion
i may think my illusion is a superior illusion
but its still illusion
some people do want the illusion
and good luck to em
hey theres plenty to go around folks
plenty n plenty of sweet sticky illusion for you
muse : kilbey youre as deluded as anyone out there
yes i am
but im still interested in finding a bit of truth
if it bit me on the ass that is
muse: meanwhile you got a both ways bet going aint ya?
yes i guess you could say that
muse : why do you pretend?
i am afraid to be myself
muse : why?
because it might feel too good
so i pretend n pretend till the bitter end
muse : afraid of feeling good?
as hard as it is to believe, muse, yes
muse: everything you do is convoluted
its all i know
the hard way
the ordinarymans path
muse : your self styled ordinary man makes me laugh im afraid
all of us are ordinary and yet unique
muse : more pretence
muse, you dont amuse me sometimes
muse : thats why you can trust me
you always deliver
muse : there you go
afternoon is here
lunchtime in all the schools
brown paper bags n sandwiches
packets of crisps
inevitable bananas
i remember a kid whos mother packed him celery
and a little rolled up packet of salt which he sprinkled carefully on
i wished i liked celery…
lunchtime in hospitals
say a prayer for the people there and be just happy youre not in there
ditto for prisons and institutions
ah sweet freedom
once you lose it youll realise
jail jail jail
all the people serving time for bullshit crimes like possessing pot
most of the real crims are out and extant, readily available
dont ever go to jail fiendss
you wont like it
that i will guarantee you
its a horror for a man to be locked up
lord have mercy on all the jailers and the jailed
imagine a world without locks
no need
no one gonna take your stuff
muse : a little naive idealism, being?
hey its just a blogg
ok?

lazy sunday afternoon

golden sunlight falls on the floorsomelifesomelife you maybe never ledwarm nursery where its sundaythe old toys where they used to bepandy bearand the soldiersand the cardson the sleepy carpet where the marbles rollthe other children are waitingfitzy, glenny, the burns twins, billy franklinand all the restput your toys away son says mumand you can go outsideoutside where the birdsnests and lizardfrogs arethe cricketgames and lostballssunday afternoon stretches off out theretranquil day of restfathers smoking pipes raking leaves thoughtfullymothers baking pies waving thru the glassin the courtyard a brown dogs sleeps in the sundaybells ring and flowers bloomguests have arrived across the roadsee the white clouds tossed in the blue skyat the seaside its always sundayfrozen sunday jokes fitzyfalse tooth fitzy cos he gotta tooth knocked out playing footyfltzy can do tricks with his false toothincluding ejecting jets of water like an archerfishfitzy has a white paper baga bobs worth of mixed lolliesyou can have anything but my white frog he says proffering the bagwas that part of the bob or was it extra says franklincmon franklin the frogs are a penny each said burnsya penny each said his sisteranyway the chocolate bullets are pretty goodsaid with a good mouthfulyes a frozen sunday people listening to the radiopeople sleeping inpeople congratulating themselves they are part of sundaythe cars slow down and look for parkscmon says fitzy twisting his tooth a bitbut i have to go backno kilbeyno no say the burns twinscmon kilbey says billy and glennyand we walk thru the car park where the weeds have cracked the asphaltsprouting their own flowersand the gentle afternoon that doesnt moveas we slip thru the carsthe hillmansand humber super snipesthe triumph vitessessthe vauxhall veloxes n victorsthe fjs and the futurasthe cortinas and the zephyrsthe imps and singer gazellesthe riley pathfinders and sunbeam tigersthe […]

golden sunlight falls on the floor
somelife
somelife you maybe never led
warm nursery where its sunday
the old toys where they used to be
pandy bear
and the soldiers
and the cards
on the sleepy carpet where the marbles roll
the other children are waiting
fitzy, glenny, the burns twins, billy franklin
and all the rest
put your toys away son says mum
and you can go outside
outside where the birdsnests and lizardfrogs are
the cricketgames and lostballs
sunday afternoon stretches off out there
tranquil day of rest
fathers smoking pipes raking leaves thoughtfully
mothers baking pies waving thru the glass
in the courtyard a brown dogs sleeps in the sunday
bells ring and flowers bloom
guests have arrived across the road
see the white clouds tossed in the blue sky
at the seaside its always sunday
frozen sunday jokes fitzy
false tooth fitzy cos he gotta tooth knocked out playing footy
fltzy can do tricks with his false tooth
including ejecting jets of water like an archerfish
fitzy has a white paper bag
a bobs worth of mixed lollies
you can have anything but my white frog he says proffering the bag
was that part of the bob or was it extra says franklin
cmon franklin the frogs are a penny each said burnsy
a penny each said his sister
anyway the chocolate bullets are pretty good
said with a good mouthful
yes a frozen sunday
people listening to the radio
people sleeping in
people congratulating themselves they are part of sunday
the cars slow down and look for parks
cmon says fitzy twisting his tooth a bit
but i have to go back
no kilbey
no no say the burns twins
cmon kilbey says billy and glenny
and we walk thru the car park
where the weeds have cracked the asphalt
sprouting their own flowers
and the gentle afternoon that doesnt move
as we slip thru the cars
the hillmans
and humber super snipes
the triumph vitessess
the vauxhall veloxes n victors
the fjs and the futuras
the cortinas and the zephyrs
the imps and singer gazelles
the riley pathfinders and sunbeam tigers
the morris majors n minors
the austin freeways and lancers
the renault caravelles n florides
the galaxies and jaguars
the specials and premiers
the fairlanes and healey sprites
we come at last to the a mysterious field
the bush says franklin smiling
no kevin says burnsys sister
cmon the rest of us say
ok she says
warm golden light
among the trees
in the pines by the sea
blue sunday sea containing only boys and girls
shallow warm transparent sunday sea with floating boys and girls
with deck chairs and banana beds on the shore
and the sea shells whispering “ocean”
and the children amongst the afternoon shadows
their still wet fringes plastered against their tanned foreheads
and the boys so muscled
the girls so shapely
and theyre drinking vanilla thickshakes
and listening to the hit parade
last night they had a school dance
and romance has blossomed into a frozen sunday
holding them there
fitzy gives billy franklin a leg up into a tree
and billy climbs up into the canopy like a monkey
burnsy and his twin sister are talking about something
franklins gonna get an egg says fitzy
from a wood pigeon he adds
and sure enough
billy drops outta the tree with a small blue egg in his pocket
im gonna blow it he says
i’ll put a pin in here and blow it clean
why i ask just wondering
for his egg collection they all say incredulous
we come to a little creek and everyone jumps it except me
i end up with mud up to my ankles and sloshingly wet to boot
we come to barbed wire and i get caught by my shirt
we come to a field with a bull and he chases me around
but no one gets hurt on sunday here
the sun just shines and the birdies sing in the trees
and dogs chase balls
and cats dream of chasing mice as they sleep in the spare room
above the shop where the maltese family lives
and fitzy lets me have his last musk stick
and he finally starts on the white frog
you coulda got 12 cocktail fruits says burnsy cluck clucking
12 says his sister
fitzy looks ruefully in his empty white paper bag
yeah he says
the graveyard is behind a church
the angels and flowers
the birds twitter twitter
blackberry brambles
thorns enter sunday
punctured
it begins to go soft
soft golden sunday collapsing beautifully like a stolen egg
frozen sunday suddenly melting
and all its pieces flowing away
fitzy says lets go
and we run half laughing half screaming
back through the bush and fields
squeezing thru the parked cars
all the way down our street
i run inside
and hide

sat in a day

lay in a nightsilver painted on a skyflakes of some beaten metalwafer thin floating through the purple lake airas we come so gently downdrifting turning flutteringwho do we think of as we stream outwardswho fills the expanse of our fallrushing smoothly undulatingas seen in a peeling mirror apearing to warpas glimpsed in a sidelong dreamsome powdery smokesome watery sparkflash slipstreamrushflewunravelling in the skyslow motion explosionimpulsionself destroying arcthe surface comes apartshooting away blindlymoving ago upon yearsover and under and outside downripping the fabric of the night wide opengaping holes in realitythrough which ventured the othersidersin all their improbabilityholy holy holyand firethey brought fireand the orange and the yellow and the redsuperimposed on blacknessa picture on a dark wallstanding back a little i see with perspectiveearth and time recede to a point and falling forward it comes smack up to meet me in the mouththe horror of freefallland sea air when this happensalong a linestraight as a dieas the day is longbut night is longervibrate above the bedflow upwards like cold ice steamround and rounddown and arounddroppingaway

lay in a night
silver painted on a sky
flakes of some beaten metal
wafer thin floating through the purple lake air
as we come so gently down
drifting turning fluttering
who do we think of as we stream outwards
who fills the expanse of our fall
rushing smoothly undulating
as seen in a peeling mirror apearing to warp
as glimpsed in a sidelong dream
some powdery smoke
some watery spark
flash
slipstream
rush
flew
unravelling in the sky
slow motion explosion
impulsion
self destroying arc
the surface comes apart
shooting away blindly
moving ago upon years
over and under and outside down
ripping the fabric of the night wide open
gaping holes in reality
through which ventured the othersiders
in all their improbability
holy holy holy
and fire
they brought fire
and the orange and the yellow and the red
superimposed on blackness
a picture on a dark wall
standing back a little i see with perspective
earth and time recede to a point
and falling forward it comes smack up to meet me in the mouth
the horror of freefall
land sea air
when this happens
along a line
straight as a die
as the day is long
but night is longer
vibrate above the bed
flow upwards like cold ice steam
round and round
down and around
dropping
away

post 600

hi de ho you little fiendssmy darling pigsmy children of the knightreaders and reedcuttersoh you wanted some sense….oki spent the day goofing offdriving round with nk n lil sksitting in cafeswatching lil sk roll down grassy slopeswatching her chuck sticks in the harbourwatching her chase the birdiesall the usual stuffshe bangs her heavy head a cuppla timesoh she has a big head stuffed full of brainslike the scarecrow in wizard of ozi watch a doco on triffidsthat im interviewed inhmmmwowwhat a weird thing seeing yaself on the tellycoming over like a slightly scruffy professorbeing interviewd about a new archaelogical dig or somethinglisping slightly it sounds likeoh no!have a listen to antenna on starfish where those “people”put such a heavy “de-esser” on my voiceit sounds like i am lisping oh yeahive hurt my lower back lifting the bumbper into her carseetdamncmon ryan roll out yer lower back vid please(hes curing me over the internetif i do but stop and wondertis indeed a marvel!)jesus now i feel a hundred n fifty 2we are all one slip away from injuryat any minutea twista stumblea pulla tensinga jerkwhoa boyyou got yerself a bad back…praying it goes awayi thoughtin my hubristhat yoga would protect mebut no it didntmaybe it did and i’ll never know how muchi feel all the springs gone outta my stepi cant lift the bumbper n shes takin’ it personaloh didja see that scar on my forehead wow you can really see it therewhere the evil spirit left me in 2001it left that gaping woundwhere my third eye now sometimes can be seenthe sea was a lovely lovely blue todayand i was reminded of my life as a sailorthat i lived once maybea long long long dream agooh yeahjust as i am nowon the seas of abyssiniaor ferrying across a black scandanavian […]


hi de ho you little fiendss
my darling pigs
my children of the knight
readers and reedcutters
oh you wanted some sense….
ok
i spent the day goofing off
driving round with nk n lil sk
sitting in cafes
watching lil sk roll down grassy slopes
watching her chuck sticks in the harbour
watching her chase the birdies
all the usual stuff
she bangs her heavy head a cuppla times
oh she has a big head stuffed full of brains
like the scarecrow in wizard of oz
i watch a doco on triffids
that im interviewed in
hmmm
wow
what a weird thing seeing yaself on the telly
coming over like a slightly scruffy professor
being interviewd about a new archaelogical dig or something
lisping slightly it sounds like
oh no!
have a listen to antenna on starfish where those “people”
put such a heavy “de-esser” on my voice
it sounds like i am lisping
oh yeah
ive hurt my lower back lifting the bumbper into her carseet
damn
cmon ryan roll out yer lower back vid please
(hes curing me over the internet
if i do but stop and wonder
tis indeed a marvel!)
jesus now i feel a hundred n fifty 2
we are all one slip away from injury
at any minute
a twist
a stumble
a pull
a tensing
a jerk
whoa boy
you got yerself a bad back…
praying it goes away
i thought
in my hubris
that yoga would protect me
but no it didnt
maybe it did and i’ll never know how much
i feel all the springs gone outta my step
i cant lift the bumbper n shes takin’ it personal
oh didja see that scar on my forehead
wow you can really see it there
where the evil spirit left me in 2001
it left that gaping wound
where my third eye now sometimes can be seen
the sea was a lovely lovely blue today
and i was reminded of my life as a sailor
that i lived once maybe
a long long long dream ago
oh yeah
just as i am now
on the seas of abyssinia
or ferrying across a black scandanavian lake
or paddling a canoe
the sea the sea the sea
always back to this changing changeless wonder
container of things undreamt of
deep to unknown depths
warm n shallow
endless and dark
the sea
poor canberra so far from the sea
no wonder i was not feeling myself
canberra where i took shape
so much groovier it is now than then
i remember a hot night in 1975
i get a call from a girl i know
says come over here im babysitting
i have just bought horses by patti smith
and station to station by bowie
(now someone contradict that please)
i look in the mirror of my datsun 1000
its me
all that hair
oh a pimple on chinny chin chin
its hot n dry here in summer
i feel like im in the wrong place
but i cant determine the feeling
i hate it here but i havent actually realised
thats what it is
its a sterile treeless (then) pre fab town
chock full o “straights”
who dont understand a bohemian( like me)
one bit
but i dont know im a bohemian really
i havent said that word to myself
im obssessed by music
i only think of music
i really like pattis record
i like seeing a woman dressed like her on the cover
i like her words n attitude
strangely enuff now its hard to listen to it
bowies record i loved some of it
some i thought was just ok ..eg tvc 15 or whatever
but golden years i loved
my shuffle has played 3 dionne warwick/burt bacharach songs
in about 2 hours
are they trying to tell me something
my shuffle always plays beatles
but rarely stones…..?
the clientele are on a lot
scott walker gets a good innings too
shuffle
god a whole new way of listening or what…
shakes it all up
you get to know your collection
i got 12000 songs in there
thats a bit of music
oh anaesthesia comes on
murky aint it
i hit ff on the remote quick
on comes …
oh i know this…
i like it so far
hmmmmmm

murder magic and the weather

saw the prestige last nitewhatta load of laughable tripewhat a waste of re-saucesoh i wish i could get that budgetand make film about magic at the turnof the twentieth centurycontaining the olde identical twin switcheroonieyeah that tiresome olde malarkey ya seen on a dozen soapiesand a machine that duplicates human beans….yipes!!!!built by ziggy czardust nun the lesswowhuge jackmann..hes a bit of an enig, maas the wolverine …wow!!as anybody else hes kinda…i dunnoi mean christ i envy his abs n his milly-yonsbut i think hes just a bit soppy or somethinghe shoulda taken a leaf outta clint eastwards bookand tried to stick to tuff rolesanywayreal disappointed with this half baked puddingand hope the illusionist is betterbut im sure its silly too…eventuallyi guess the thing i think is sillyis the thing most people likeand the thing i likemost people really dont want it“ridiculous” my dad used to saywe were watching a film on the tellyabout this magicianand my dad was quite enjoying it i guesswhen suddenly something happenedi dunno the magician flew or something“thats bloody ridiculous, son” says dadand thats the end of it“its like theyre making it up as they go along” he saysputting the boot in in one last statementbefore getting up n going to bedhowcome i always liked things like thatmy dad liked things to all be squared away come end of filmno david lynch type sudden bang! cop that! everythings different !he wanted to know why that bloke could speak such good germanthat he could fool the high german nazi commandwith his eton german and impersonate the gerries“i tell ya son, the germans werent that bloody stupid”he didnt like it that the cowboys never got their hats knocked off in fightsor when they said, clutching their arms“dont worry its a flesh wound”“when a bloke gets shot like that […]

saw the prestige last nite
whatta load of laughable tripe
what a waste of re-sauces
oh i wish i could get that budget
and make film about magic at the turn
of the twentieth century
containing the olde identical twin switcheroonie
yeah that tiresome olde malarkey ya seen on a dozen soapies
and a machine that duplicates human beans….yipes!!!!
built by ziggy czardust nun the less
wow
huge jackmann..hes a bit of an enig, ma
as the wolverine …wow!!
as anybody else hes kinda…i dunno
i mean christ i envy his abs n his milly-yons
but i think hes just a bit soppy or something
he shoulda taken a leaf outta clint eastwards book
and tried to stick to tuff roles
anyway
real disappointed with this half baked pudding
and hope the illusionist is better
but im sure its silly too…eventually
i guess the thing i think is silly
is the thing most people like
and the thing i like
most people really dont want it
“ridiculous” my dad used to say
we were watching a film on the telly
about this magician
and my dad was quite enjoying it i guess
when suddenly something happened
i dunno the magician flew or something
“thats bloody ridiculous, son” says dad
and thats the end of it
“its like theyre making it up as they go along” he says
putting the boot in in one last statement
before getting up n going to bed
howcome i always liked things like that
my dad liked things to all be squared away come end of film
no david lynch type sudden bang! cop that! everythings different !
he wanted to know why that bloke could speak such good german
that he could fool the high german nazi command
with his eton german and impersonate the gerries
“i tell ya son, the germans werent that bloody stupid”
he didnt like it that the cowboys never got their hats knocked off in fights
or when they said, clutching their arms
“dont worry its a flesh wound”
“when a bloke gets shot like that it’d blow ‘is bloody arm off” said dad
who i guess had seen it..
“‘e wouldnt be standing there like that” dad said
anyway
im not like that
i want it unexplained about unexplainable things
thats what films are for
i saw a film about mr houdini
who as you know is a major obsession of mine
and
i was bemused to see a scene
where houdini is sitting in the bathy
and his wife sits down on him
and says
youre not the only one who can make things disappear
cmon
did we have to have “patter” like that
in a film about a man who i reckons wife
did not say things like that at all
but who knows
and why tarnish their reputation with something as feeble as that?
oh a film about houdini should be mysterious
not stony curtis neither…
oh i see it in my head
twilight mysterioso
starring as houdini
the time being
as the old houdini just before his demise
huge jackmanne can play young houdini
and this time we’ll get it right
play down the love interest schmaltzy bullshit most of us hate
give the thing more magical marvellous muscle
a surrealist kick up the ass
dont explain nothin’
just let it bee baybee
and if ya dont dig this mess
you got the wrong address
or i could play the older crowley
the great beast himself
or both of em
who are actually twin brothers
an evil twin
you betcha
hell throw nicky tesla back in there
i can play triplets
huey duey n wackatooey
someone fer chrissake gimme a billion bux
anda breef to make a magic movie
i’ll edit it all on my imovie just like the guy in tarnation
and that was best visual movie i ever scene
(great when he does diviner)
i’ll film it on an olde camera i found at the bondi st vinnies
write the script?
yep
do make up?
if i want it
catering?
yes…tomato sandwiches
producing?
yep and executive as well (whatever that means)
director cameraman n best boy?
me me me
anything else?
dont worry i’ll take care ov it
im actioning it!
give me some kind of some thing please
take my script i havent written yet
cos i know theyll never read it
its a phenomenon in my head
you aint seen nothin’ like it
you prob’ly never will
and i did all the stunts
steve, is there anything up yer sleeve?

tiny mammoth/green thumbs

almost like im not here at all….another autumn afternooni turn on the oven in here for warmthsun goes down yellow not redjim morrisons poetry book open on my tablethe babys bitten into each apple …minute nibblesipod drones softly next to jar full of coinslittle statues of elephants everywhereis this nks totem?cactii n bamboositems of clothing draped over chairsa little box that once held a light bulba jar of silver painta book the twillies made for the doodles 6 years agoa local phone directory with ads for security productsobligation free quotenow theres a name for a band/song/bloggethe bumper n i both dressed in black velvetwe’ve got so much tea says nkthe world is quietthe luxury of considerationroof over my headfood on the tableno war hereoh godthank youive been working on my martin kennedy recorddone 2 more tracksvery pleased with em toovery very pleasedstayed tunedsent kiabgoa some new pictures ive done todayfielding some interesting offerslooks like middle earth is deffo onqld po festa mim gig in mel???!!!a private birthday party?an exhibitionism??a new so lo rekkid??should i have a cuppa tea with matt davison if he comes over here?(please vote yes or no and i will do as majority say)oh watch out for a triffids special featuring moi….and second isidore half finished but will be one daybought some army shirts todayfit me perfectlynow i can iron on those silly stickers that i likeyou know the ones that sayevilandplayerand8 balland rockerandstonerandpentagramandflaming skulland fuck (a la the ford logo)etcand people can sayyou think that guy’d grow up…but im not going gently into that goodnightive hit a new upswing in creativityand everything is happening faster n easiereffortless the way i like itmy new paintings are extra vibrantmy newsongs are extra poignantmy inner life is vividi am calmanyone would have these results if they did what i […]

almost like im not here at all….
another autumn afternoon
i turn on the oven in here for warmth
sun goes down yellow not red
jim morrisons poetry book open on my table
the babys bitten into each apple …minute nibbles
ipod drones softly next to jar full of coins
little statues of elephants everywhere
is this nks totem?
cactii n bamboos
items of clothing draped over chairs
a little box that once held a light bulb
a jar of silver paint
a book the twillies made for the doodles 6 years ago
a local phone directory with ads for security products
obligation free quote
now theres a name for a band/song/blogge
the bumper n i both dressed in black velvet
we’ve got so much tea says nk
the world is quiet
the luxury of consideration
roof over my head
food on the table
no war here
oh god
thank you
ive been working on my martin kennedy record
done 2 more tracks
very pleased with em too
very very pleased
stayed tuned
sent kiabgoa some new pictures ive done today
fielding some interesting offers
looks like middle earth is deffo on
qld po fest
a mim gig in mel???!!!
a private birthday party?
an exhibitionism??
a new so lo rekkid??
should i have a cuppa tea with matt davison if he comes over here?
(please vote yes or no and i will do as majority say)
oh watch out for a triffids special featuring moi….
and second isidore half finished but will be one day
bought some army shirts today
fit me perfectly
now i can iron on those silly stickers that i like
you know the ones that say
evil
and
player
and
8 ball
and
rocker
and
stoner
and
pentagram
and
flaming skull
and
fuck (a la the ford logo)
etc
and people can say
you think that guy’d grow up…
but im not going gently into that goodnight
ive hit a new upswing in creativity
and everything is happening faster n easier
effortless the way i like it
my new paintings are extra vibrant
my newsongs are extra poignant
my inner life is vivid
i am calm
anyone would have these results if they did what i do
i sit next to a guy in the sauna today, a friend hes 44
fuck i wanna lose ten kilos he says ruefully
rubbing his rather chubby tummy
do ya eat cheese i asks
oh i love cheese he says his face lighting up
dont eat anymore cheese i says
oh i couldnt do that says he
walk up the hill home instead of driving i say
oh but this is my exercise now he says
i havent got time…..
oh well
i hope you fond of your podgy olde tummy then
a verandah over the playground as they would say
water in pool starting to turn cold
cold water is good for ya
i dunno how it just is
reinvigorating
use all yer discipline to make yerself hop in
use even more to stay in past initial shock
swim hard and properly
conscious of your hand movements
breathe out your nose
look youre going quite fast and youre not outta breath
youre relaxed but in motion
just like onstage or yoga
or writing or walking
you are starting to really get across a lot of it
the cold starts to feel real good
are you blogging asks nk as she cooks dinner
tofu sandwiches
mm with sauce n salad
and nothing suffered for it
no blood
no mess
no bad karma
my noise cancellation headphones are a winner
im listening to a lot of luxuria n magazine
howard devoto one of best lyricists in my book
oh yes
check the fellow out
a real wry turn of phrase
a master of the sneer
and unusual choice of words
howie i love you baybee
has anyone heard his latest with pete shelley from few years back?
now its dark
dinner is almost ready
goodbye fiendss
as i sink back into la vrai vie

weird void

weird void hovering over memaking me feel…..oh like i need to get warmheatseeking need need for something i dont knowmissing from my equationsome element or ingredient an additive maybei slurp down some muscat grape juiceooh i musta needed thatoh that runs easy over my olde tired throatits the autumn of my lifeim confusedim still not acting my ageim all contractedin the wrong wayjumpy and frailthe sun sinks below the sydney skylinemelancholia arrivesthe palms move in the wind outsidei listen to yellow6/portali will indulge melancholiai drift and weave in and out of daydreamsand blurry reveries too fragile to be rememberedthe music creates and illustrates my voyagei leave this autumnal roomand go where?the children natter somewhere in the darkening housei hear the baby call from miles awaywhere is this place i gowhere sleep and drugs and tiredness and music take memy private formless realmwhere nothing can hurt mean easy warm placesummer versionsome aversion to coming backa mellifluous whirlpool of thoughta still plain stretching to a far off horizonit all makes sense herei know all the answers but it doesnt surprise meeverything is ok just like vishnu said to me in my heart of heartsnone of it mattersnothing to get hung aboutpleasant land somewhere inside mewish i could paint itwish i could sing itwhen im thereall this struggle out here seems so unnecessaryall this blah blah blah blah bloody blahthe bombardment of infothe free trial offersthe pamphlets and tickets and receipts and bills and guaranteeswhy did we have to have all that?how do those dolphins get by without traffic lights and schedulescan bears get angry if the internet is slowdo swans miss toasters and poly urethane insulationdo ants wish they could text each otheryou seei just dont believe this is the best we coulda had itsomethings gone wrong when guns are legal n […]

weird void hovering over me
making me feel…..
oh like i need to get warm
heatseeking need
need for something i dont know
missing from my equation
some element or ingredient
an additive maybe
i slurp down some muscat grape juice
ooh i musta needed that
oh that runs easy over my olde tired throat
its the autumn of my life
im confused
im still not acting my age
im all contracted
in the wrong way
jumpy and frail
the sun sinks below the sydney skyline
melancholia arrives
the palms move in the wind outside
i listen to yellow6/portal
i will indulge melancholia
i drift and weave in and out of daydreams
and blurry reveries too fragile to be remembered
the music creates and illustrates my voyage
i leave this autumnal room
and go where?
the children natter somewhere in the darkening house
i hear the baby call from miles away
where is this place i go
where sleep and drugs and tiredness and music take me
my private formless realm
where nothing can hurt me
an easy warm place
summer version
some aversion to coming back
a mellifluous whirlpool of thought
a still plain stretching to a far off horizon
it all makes sense here
i know all the answers but it doesnt surprise me
everything is ok just like vishnu said to me in my heart of hearts
none of it matters
nothing to get hung about
pleasant land somewhere inside me
wish i could paint it
wish i could sing it
when im there
all this struggle out here seems so unnecessary
all this blah blah blah blah bloody blah
the bombardment of info
the free trial offers
the pamphlets and tickets and receipts and bills and guarantees
why did we have to have all that?
how do those dolphins get by without traffic lights and schedules
can bears get angry if the internet is slow
do swans miss toasters and poly urethane insulation
do ants wish they could text each other
you see
i just dont believe this is the best we coulda had it
somethings gone wrong when guns are legal n pot is banned
when willy robbiams sells a billion records n i sell 18
when the heat is on but the trails gone cold
and the tail wags the dog star
but anyway
back inside my haze
where i swim languidly thru the thoughts
hard and soft
remember that
hard and soft
straddling the contradictions
being 2 places at once
making it up outta thin air
playing on as the ship goes down
there will be others
you dont meet em everyday
but theyre out there
good at that thing we crave
saying for us what we didnt think we could say
making us feel not alone
but always failing
but always trying
over and over
with paint or strings or movement or theorem
with good intentions
with open arms
with an eye to the weird void
still hanging over me