The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

new pictures up on my art site
please go n have a look
you can click on at the right there
the golden dragon
whose subtitle should be avarice
because dragons lust after gold
even when they have no way of spending it
its a big painting
and it’d look very arresting on yer wall
or buy a print of it
theres a giant bunny i painted for aurora
theres the prophetess who is cunning and eldritch
theres a self portrait and yes i do look regal
(as opposed to ir-regal which is not nice)
theres my darlingest daughter eve
and she looks like tree spirit to me
i mean she does in real life
but this picture really captured it
theres metallic forest
which was s’posed to be part of art man n technology ex
but it got lost in my garage
theres the ice mare…no horsing around…
please stop by n check em out
and be in awe of your favourite renaissance mannes
extremely high output
yes i’m going going gone
not much painting on tour so get in there now
and BUY!
or dont….n see if i care
(may never talk to you again tho)
meanwhile at home
labouring hard over the judgement of paris
it now has 3 hounds
1 cat
i parrot
and soon one black panther
its my most ambitious painting ever mummy
but i’m getting tired of it
just as the end is in sight
next i have a couple of commissions
so this may be the last painting before my tour
i will take some art stuff with me
but usually too tired or geed up to paint
got caught in a total downpour with the doodles last night
soaked to the skin
lovely hourglass shaped wife has made dal with pappadums
n vegie doo dahs
wife tells me 4 basic shapes for women (she has read)
hour glass
apple
pear
column
now i cant stop seeing women
n categorizing em in my head
apple apple pear column column ah…hourglass…pear etc
its a very rude thing to do i guess
but no one knows
except the 1000 people who read my blog
now it seems that there are less hour glasses than ever
(statistically speaking)
and i wonder why
is it because of over eating or over exercising…
am i being a total chauvinist swine talking about this at all?
howcome the hourglasses are becoming extinct?
it seems like i’m hard wired to respond to an hour glass
or am i just a sexist pig?
help me…i’m lost here
can i help my visual stimulation
by the combination of certain curves and planes
in the female form?
nk looks like a fender strat the way she curves in
and swells back out
i cant help it
i could watch her waist all day long
the symmetry pleases me….arouses me
but i cant say why
its not happening in my logical mind
maybe its the films they had when i was a kid
you know with marilyn n all that lot…
anyway
i wonder how they categorize men?
slobs blobs spunks hunks and monkeys
in truth i do appreciate a beautiful male body
with its lines and angles
oh humans can be so different
a day on the beach will show you that
all shapes colours n sizes
i guess you gotta love everybody equally
thats the idea
almost impossible to do tho
would i love my dear wife so
without her delicate face
her deep brown eyes
her perfect white teeth
her sweet breath
her hourglass figure
her soft white skin
her soft southern accent
her naughty mind
etc etc
um…..of course i would…i suppose
voice in another room : wheres this going…?
ok time to take los kiddies to school
wet day
pay some frickin’ bills
have a coffee or something
i thank the lord above
(not jehovah…he doesnt exist)
that i dont work
as in work work
ah….
nice day to be home
sk

an untitled street
a beautiful street in the new world
these un-named trees twisting and writhing in the breeze
these unknown flowers arranged in lovely clusters
san pedro like cactii with magic flesh i’m sure
walking along
its a scrumptious afternoon
it will make your memory grow fat
the gentle late autumnal sun
a mild night awaiting in the wings
yet here you are
who are you?
not the faintest idea
no name attached with certainty
no business being here or anywhere else
youre drifting along
waiting for some force to guide you
in some places the trees arc right over the street
in their cool shade is the whisper of water
in your jacket pocket
you discover the butt of a spliff
you crouch down in against a wall
the autumn sun right in your eyes
the world becomes so very still
the breezes cease to ruffle the lawns and grasses
all becomes so silent
all becomes so tranquillized
you crouch down and the sun warms behind your eyes
you stick that spliff in your mouth
its been a long time since you smoked
its been a long long time since you…..
you cant really remember anything properly
you find a lighter in your pocket
small and black it says bic
you light the spliff
draw down that aromatic acrid smoke
theres only a couple of drags in it
so you inhale deeply deeply
watching the bees pollinate the flowers
and you notice the incredible attraction between them
you hear the flowers so inaudibly sigh
as the bee fusses round
buzzing happily and collecting the pollen
squeezing into the flowers mouth and popping back out
you are outside number 23
a two story house with a driveway
unusual clouds streaked across the sky
like flat white men with long fingers
the sky becomes a washed out blue as the afternoon will fade
you exhale the smoke
a rush of intangible ideas in your head
you chase them all for a while
you waste your time trying to put them into words
they are too elusive
you are simultaneously filled with a dreamy curiosity
and a faint feeling of hysterical panic
your mouth is dry
a thousand things occur to you at once
stupid things you said
flashes of places youve been
dreams of half memories
stories you read
stories you never read
paintings of nudes
womens bodies from magazines
mathematical formulae only vaguely grasped
snatches of conversation
sunlit vistas
your mothers hands
a donkeys sad eyes
the rippling sea at dusk
an old teacher you liked
running in a race
handcuffed and led away
someone kissing your neck so expertly
fluttering fingers on your back
the hole where you fish for your own blood
the whirl of music
an argument with your rival
the warmth and quiet of bed
wintery nights and the smell of smoke
a line from an advertisement
the feeling of cold feet
a confused sentence in another tongue
the man you could have killed
the person you might have been
the clock goes tick never tock
the taste of fresh raspberries
walking in a black forest
a blast of fresh air
the smell of disinfectant
the snap of surgical gloves
the deep incision…..
the afternoon reigns on
outside number 23
gold afternoon sits
all is so quiet
a distant mower maybe drones somewhere
no…even it is now gone
outside this strangers house
suddenly
a breeze picks up
a door slams
the wind picks up
the sky darkens
a mans voice on the wind
dogs barking
planes up in the clouds
planes full of holidays business and going home
planes with all the unseen people flying off
with their unknown alibis reasons excuses religions
people sipping cocktails or perhaps just an orange juice, thanks
a palm tree swaggers in the wind
like a young man tossing back his mane of hair
the pink flowers bobble bobble on the trees
but none of them know your name
and neither do you
unseen in the late day
the dying day
the shrinking sullen but not sunken sun
still you are stoned immobile
stoned immaculate
rooted to the spot
stuck in the afternoon like a pin
caught on the days thorns that cant let you go
a siren miles away
no yesterday
no past
no dreary details
no addictions
no abortions
no treatment
no fines
no bills
no dips
no remorse
no regrets
no song to sing
no words to remember
no doubts
no debts
no nothing
what does it all mean?
how would you know?
youre just a stranger outside 23
with no name
with no number
with no anything
at all

the arrogant lord of the winged queen
cannot remove his mask
instead time gradually wears away his youthful scorn
under his handsomeness we find another old man
its no good weeping little childe
time fills the room then suddenly departs
the animated fall still
the loud muted to silence
the wonderful becomes hidden again
i am a re explorer of sound
surely all sounds have been made and recombined
as the worlds fall and rise and fall and rise
it hurts to be just another in some long line
yet feeling so unique
yet feeling like the only one
we are many
all is one
maybe i do contain atoms of van gogh or jesus
maybe i am just a monkey with my indisposable opposable thumb
maybe im a little bit of god
maybe i am dream
maybe i am a son of earth
maybe i am heir to nothing
maybe im already running on empty
maybe all those things
maybe none of the above
thats all
some perspective
sitting here in my ivory tower
attacking silent old jehovah and all the carnivores
strumming my bass
off my face
all over the place

i explode out of your head
electric guitars going up n down the keys
a chromatic mirage
in my dreams he calls me
tell em about the deadmans hand
yeah i see it all
i hear the shots
i smell the blood of dying men
i see a line of rapists in a ghetto
i see someone smashing a window
the revolution
its breaking out everywhere baby
czar peter napoleon nero charlemagne the 3rd
has ordered us to CRUSH the revolution
which revolution centurion ? some soldier asks
whichever fuckin’ one they send us to boys now shut yer gob!
the song hangs over the fucked up fields of crimea
dealing out the frigging deadmans hand all over the place
read em n weep boys
barb wire and speed
mustard gas on yer breakfast?
a spear in yer guts?
a grenade implodes a foxhole and the enemy stagger out choking
kill em all kill em all! screams the fucking sergeant
with my bear hands i rip out their filthy heathen heaving souls
some fucker whacks me in the head and i reel back
oh i’m enjoying myself now
i take out my great equalizer and i let em have it
ka boom
they all fall apart in a spray of blood and quavers
that night i sit in some captured hell hole of a town
we sit around complaining
the sarge comes in
EH? WHATS ALL THIS FUCKING GRUMBLING MY LADS…?
some lancer tries to answer him
he fucking grabs the lancer
WHATS YOUR FUCKING NAME LANCER?
austin….sir
WELL AUSTIN
THE EMPIRES GOT YOU BY THE BALLS OLD SUN
SO GET ON WITH IT AND YOU MIGHT GET TO KEEP EM …..!
i suddenly wished
i had never appeared ……
the next day we down these subterranean caves
looking for osama bin judas crockett locksley and his merry men
they got it all strung like a 12 string razor
going up n down
tiny blades tinkle in the twinkling wind
mad women swaying at the back of the chorus
oh ah oh ah oh ah
i cant tell if its day or night
no sounds around me suddenly
where are we…….?
some doomed soldier will wander in the gloom forever
where are you….?
i dont fucking know
we’re on the way…..
we’re on the way to crush the revolution…
the wilderness years
still the bush burnt for me
i burnt the bush
and the bush spoke to me
the bush said i am jehovah
NOW KILL FOR ME!!!
and he dealt me out five cards
five AGENTS OF FORTUNE
i gasped as i saw
that i was holding the dead mans hand
beware the ricochet !screamed the sarge
as a big bald pict skewered him with his alt-rez ray
a crazy german blew out his brains in a turret
the dalmation empress with her scorched earth
bullets flying taking toll
billy dont be a hero
machine gun
hey joe i heard you shot yer old lady down
take these guns offa me
i cant shoot em any more
wear a gun n be proud
but bare breasts not allowed
ratta tat tat tat
kill em all
n let jesus the man of peace sort em out
tonite we will dine in valhalla
george harrison wades in
the drums of war pound
the bass locks on like a rocket
following yer jetplane home and flying right up yer exhaust until
KA BOOM!
the mad widows wail gone into hyperdrive
the guitars fracture
the generals crumble
the poppies grow in flanders field
we are the dead
we are the dead
on the way
to crush the revolution
which one sarge?
WHICHEVER ONE THEY FUCKIN’ GOT, BOYS!

we have truly entered another universe
tonight a galaxy of our biggest stars
will congregate
for the music awards :
the influx
the jiggy bay-o-nets
the zigger jackets
all of em up for a fucking gold doo dah
yeah the gold doo dah
the big one
every rocker in our multiverse coveted it
and they only dished em out
when both moons were blue
i rock up to the awards in mercury towers
just off merlin street
yeah yeah heres my i.d.
and heres my chicks i.d.
yeah yeah naturally
im hoping that my group
the elliot crane connection will pick up some trophy
but you never know
deep down in my heart
i knew everyone there wanted the gold doo dah
i wanted it more than life itself…or even fame
enter the crowded room
theres pete dixon-radbury-wilkins-service
theres gonad
theres the girls from horizontal bombo
oh look theres billy frenum n his wife
jim crackburn deep in conversation with his manager bob dickles
i see stewart mc finks ex huddled in a corner with minx maguire
the boys from cockle tears acting all snooty
veteran songwriter john thomas hardon mingles with the street pixels
big fat greaseball mick limbo squeaks away to no one in particular
over the hill producer tom “snorter” farquar chats up beryl me-deep
etc etc
you get the picture
i see andy lee hanging by the bar and his gothic bit of fluff
yeah i kinda know him
he opened for us
we opened for him
now hes got the dudes of neptune
theve fucken cracked the american charts with the latest thing
jamming for damo…
yeah dont ask me who damo is
i dont know either
lee is standing there having a shandy or 2
the geezers stoned outta his tree on hash or something
he shakes his mop of white curls around like
some crazed watusi in negative
i stand next to him at the crowded bar
allo he says
yeah yeah andy….uh huh…hows it going
yeah good man we’re off to new york sat’dy
yeah…where you playing?
at the lamb theatre he said….2 nights already sold out….
my stomach dropped
i dreamed about being able to play the lamb theatre
oh wow…i said….
yeah man.. he said…i could get you in if you like….
(i dont wanna fuckin’ get in….i thought)
oh thatd be nice andy….i muttered
i drifted off to my date
that bastard andy lee n the dudes of neptune are doing the lamb!
is that good? my date asked
NO! THAT IS NOT GOOD! i yelled
attracting loads of curious n angry stares
sir denny hogwrath the chairman of the doo dahs shook his head
dinner was a lovely vegan tortine but still i couldnt forget those dudes
i ask around all the tables
have you heard this jamming for damo ?i ask
yeah its great says nick sable the singer for the true bar doors
my brother gave it to me says gary congo the bongo player…
…its good
maria von shadow digs it too
and goes on about the fourth track with its strings and doomy bass
but whats it like? i ask them all
i dunno they say…like jamming
like jamming for damo quips anita room
everyone laughs
i feel a real case of envy coming on
of course at midnight
they read the winner
who’ll get the golden doo dah..?
of course by now i fancy my chances a bit more
the competition are all pissed
and none are a pretty sight
course i’m sloshed myself but i bet i still look good
i’m sure i do
tho my date wandered off with quentin crumble for a line
and she aint come back since
they read out all the preamble
bullshit bullshit rhubarb rhubarb
i lose focus
i’m just imagining me n my boys at the lamb when
i hear
the winner
is
(in the time it took to announce the name
i imagined me and i imagined accepting the award
i imagined my acceptance speech and the look on my
mum n dads faces when they heard i’d won a gold doo dah)
THE DUDES OF NEPTUNE >>>JAMMING FOR DAMO!!!!
the place erupted
my stomach sagged
my blood turned to ice
my heart beat like the clappers
i saw red
fuck this!
i stormed out
angry bitter bent on revenge
out the corner of my eye i saw lee up there
getting his award from terri nova
and shes…oh no..kissing him
telling him how she loves jfd as everyone now calls it
well who’d a thunk it?
so fuck it
i go down this dark street
theres a shop i know sells skulls n powder
i see madame chew
whats your problem boy she asks in the semi darkness
i need to get rid of something so it never existed i said
that is impossible because as our greatest scientist albrecht einhof said
matter cannot be created nor destroyed…
fuck …i said all dejected
but it can be sent elsewhere she said
really ?i said
yes….
sent to a parallel world
a brutal philistine universe
where none may ever hear of it again
can you send it to… ? i ventured, not daring to say the name
yes! she cackled
i will send this jamming for damo
to earth!
she said her incantation thing
we both giggled
to earth….
now lets see what they make of it!

trying to understand it
is it a masterpiece…i am the last person to ask
it seems there is an oh so delicate balance
cant get any aspect wrong
then you wait for the zeitgeist
you may have to wait 20 odd years
for the next zeitgeist to come along
so be patient be very impatient
theres no sense
theres no rhyme or reason
i been making these weird yet wonderful records awhile now
i dont look gifthorses in the mouth any more
hey i’m on this bandwagon
and baybee let me tell ya
it feels kinda good
even tho i know
it may all end tomorrow
stop
bang
stumble
fumble
bumble
gone!
hey…come back…!
nope too late
now i gotta wait a double decade to come back into style
everybody got a different take
my mother rings me up
steven the singing on this record is your best yet!
damn right it is mum…im a slow learner
i had all those fancy lyrics
but i didnae know how to sing em…
some talk about the conciseness
the simplicity
the complexity
the melody
the instrumentation
let me tell you everyone who worked on this record
is excellent
dave trump who mixed about a 3rd : excellent
jorden brebach who engineered n mixed n played : excellent
sophie glasson on cello : fucking excellent cellist and intuitive master
frank kearns on bass n guitar n good vibes : a godsend
the boys in the band : theyre all masters
and then after all that
all my stars align
tim n i get our modus operandi sorted on painkiller
and we are sufficiently detached
to add the right finishing touches
i write whatever comes into my head
why pangaea someone asks
why not someone else replies
what are these songs about?
theyre about being a child in a grown up world
and vice versa
theyre about the sun and the moon and the washed up stars
theyre about 5 minutes long most of em
suddenly everyone understands us
is this because as 2012 hastens on its merry way
that the weird n the wonderful become more plausible?
is it because im singing more n more in a slightly higher register?
is it because we straddle dumb n intellectual effortlessly?
is it because if you like the beatles n floyd et al then
well why wouldnt you like the church?
no longer a sulky cultish mopish melancholy lot
we have turned into the consummate rockers
we understand and have the chops to manipulate
every fucking stylistic device in rock
we are obsessed with rock
we live n breathe rock
and we reflect all that good rock back atcha
with the love increased
with a modern touch
with my anglo/aussie take
as older n wiser wiseguys
because i do yoga n swim
n tim produces hundreds of bands
and pete teaches music
and marty is a true rocknroll gypsy
with a record collection too big to fit in rhode island
chuck it all together
with a hunger
the hunger of the misunderstood
the ones who arent getting their justified desserts
and then at the right time in the right place finally
we accidentally make u#23
random
like a meandering river
winding its way to the sea
it aint over yet
it could all fizzle
it probably will
n in some ways probably should
we dont need a fat lazy complacent church again
we dont need those arrogant smirks n cant be bothered shrugs
we need max energy
we need full thrust
we need total obsession n kicking goals
not by schmoozing
not by recycling utmw
not by doing the retro circuit or corporate circuit
but by
BEING THE BEST FUCKING BAND OF OUR TYPE REMAINING ON EARTH
i read we are influenced by u2 or coldplay or spiritualized
thats a fucking joke
oh how weary i am of that bullshit
r.e.m.?
dont make me fucking laugh
we had done 3 records before i even heard of em
the cure….are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?
baby here are my influences
the beatles the stones dylan
then
trex bowie genesis
then harley strange nelson foxx
then
it ends
then i swirl it all together
n i turn into me
dont compare me to bono
im the anti bono
hes rich
im poor
hes ugly
im handsome
hes a self righteous irish berk
im a righteous aussie mofo
and i dont hob nob with the fucking pope
and i dont hang out with models at airports
and
i made 2 records before i heard his maudlin voice too
so stick the comparisons up yer achtung baby
cant they see?
I AM ME AND NO OTHER
but still i dont know really what i’m doing
but we made a record in a garage in ryde
that is somehow pushing all the right buttons
and we’re actually on a load of charts
and people are calling up
going
ooooh i love yer new disc
n the snowball is off n rolling of its own accord
vishnu keep my feet on the ground
and
in the deep tranquilty of my yoga asanas
i truly realize
that
EVERYTHING IS BULLSHIT

sk

somewhere different
somewhat elusive
somewhere distant
somewhat intrusive
some other place
i come from
i come from some other place
looped around each other
the universes jostle
pure space
pure conjecture
pure magic
pure dirt
refractions of your life
the way things used to be

all acceleration is off
nothing is any easier here
i bubble thru walls
i ooze under fissures
i penetrate the Mechanism
i move in an adjacent square
thats here
dont you see
i am you
you are me
scientific research all leads to no thing
emptiness at the heart of everything
everything contained in nothing in no thing
everything in moderation
everything in the past
my house with its library in nineveh
my daughters eyes in the city now under the waves
my wives from lyonesse
my twin sister from arkadia
time burns up as it enters my mind
words form on the blisters that come
snakes writhe in my garden
gold slips from my eight hands
i am a monster
i am a soldier
i am a user (yawn)
i am different
i spurn the useless
i greedily heat seeker deluxe
i warper mis-shaper
i black fire drowner dolphin eye
i am the strange one and you know it
the wriggler out of time
and time again
we converse in abstract terms
people here seem so latitudinal
the natives call it today
but we move away
people call me the killer
but they know not the truth
i knock on their doors and my 24 hour deliverance
i have suffered to be here so i thought i may as well bring you this
the tattered cosmic gossip i gleaned from my slow descent
through a thousand miles
of star-burn branded on the hide of the night
the ride of the night
the marsh of time
where i thrash
i am weakened by myself
i am nourished by the suns light
which living vegetal souls transmute into sweet chlorophyll
i am a photosynthesizer
i on close to purest light
i put it all together
i am not from here at all
not from anywhere around here
theres been a mistake
somewhere i begin to panic
theres been a mistake
cant you be more specific ?says the ambulance somnambulist
i start to fill in the questionaire
blood group ……red
sex……not now
history of mental illness….yes and geography of it too
do you have low water pressure? only when i come down in a shower
do you have any following? in some parts of that other world
have you ever discovered you were in a continent? no
can you remember yesterday? ask me tomorrow
can you still roll a double six six 6 ?
do you like to get a little ^ ?
how many * s did you get?
how many #23s have you got in the can of worms?
god moves in mysterious whales
yes there is a god of all the multi and universes
one one one
a one god is many
one total superstar
who replicated his self
everywhere
dreaming dreaming dreaming
shaping shaping shaping
warping warping warping
singing singing singing
i spellman
i gaze
i haze
i phase
i pure flange
i am you
feel it now
spirit come and feel me now
spirit come and fill me now
spirit come and take me now
i am ecstatic in the burnt spurted crystals of life
in the beginning i swam in a race with millions
all those possibilties
i outswam the fucking lot and i penetrated the Destination
and i left them outside
to thrash and die
invisible electric tiny little male lamia
screaming to get in the cocoon with me
i watched them through my membrane
as i burroughed in
as i watched myself develop into this angelic monster
as i crashed my mother victims womb
as i came to some dark fruition here in your far flung world
i realized who i was
but i hid under the cloak of personality
and i crucified myself where i didnt fit
and i scalded myself where i didnt belong
and i branded my self where i had no business
still in an embryonic stage
they asked me
what will you want to be when you grow up
i want to be a child i said when i grow up
they flew me off to a tribunal
i cowered before the intergalactic bigshots
but they sprinkled stardust up my nostrils
and golden moonlight in my eyes of grey
but i exaggerate
there were only 2 angels not 3
i have only lived for forever
time fades away
it wears a hole in my soul
i lose altitude
but still much much much higher
than i was before

kilbeys hypothyroidal dream
kilbey wakes up in a cold room
a blonde woman enters flicking a little bag of something
iggy sits on his chair in arkadia/lemuria
stroking a hound and a cat
the blonde says
been asleep long?
aphrodite smirks and fingers her golden apple
athene looks like mimi and caresseses her monstrous hounds
scarlet kilbey pushes my last 2 hundred dollars worth of toys
down into a black black hole
i put my hand in there
and horror of horrors something pulls me in
hera says what wood juno?
(thats a graeco- latin pun folks!)
hera takes a picture of it all with her camera
hera today gone tomorrow
iggy wears his silver pants n cuban heels
his long limp insolent hair
hes the perfect paris
the blonde says
lets get started
i watch her face
i gotta get on
i gotta get off
i gotta get under
and i cant let it go
i drop 200 mikes more of thyroxin
my thyroid starts to warm up
im a lamb bore genie stuck in third gear
the blonde says
watch this
the blonde says
can you see
the blonde says
can i put some different music on
whattya want i say
i want you she says
no i dont wanna hear me i say
it puts me off
iggy chooses aphrodite
i can make you happy jimmy she says
with what you know that should be easy… iggy quips
hera with the red hair is predictably miffed
im gonna make yer life a misery , paris hillbilly.. she says
baby
just you shut your mouth
the blonde sloshes down some bubbly n ribena
i wanna hear song for the masking she says
the song comes on
iggy taps his foot
nobody ever…ah but you want me to
now i cant concentrate on what i’m doing
some one breasted female warriors show up
from amazon.com
the blonde takes off her shirt and pants
my medicare card chop chop chop on a plate
lost in a white wilderness of female flesh
jehovah appears and says
put me on the guest list in st louis
the blonde says
do you want to stop or go on
what do you want i ask
to go on she mutters
iggy says
yeah man
dont mind me
the dogs growl
the leaves n vines tangle
the love is increased
i say wow
the blonde says
hang on im feeling a bit dizzy
aphrodite says
a golden apple …well whaddya know?
athene says i coulda burned yer fate in the sand
hera says i coulda given ya a six * review
everyone else says oh killer be careful now
steve kilbey says shucks folks…i’m always careful
my dentist says
your enamel is fucked!
my doctor says
your liver is semi fucked
my ear quack says
its disgustin’ whattya did to yer ears
my accountant says
they want yer balls over two easy installments
the kids say can we go on yer computer
the neighbours say
oh he was such a quiet man
the hyperbole says !!!!!!!!!!!
the blonde says
ok…i’m ready to begin again
she says
im fighting just to feel it
but i’m gonna reveal it
yes i say
let everything be revealed
no one mentioned utmw
how strange!

ha!
at the moment u#23 is sitting at 35 on amazon rock chart
54 on music chart
i am so stoked i’m gonna explode
the good reviews continue to roll in
billboard
newspapers all over the u.s. are giving u#23 the thumbs up
could it really be happening?
i am breathless with excitement
like i’m waiting for a big wave to pick me up
can it really be that the churches time has come (again)
just when i was giving up on the old nag
shes jumped up n bolting for a last minute run
the church : an overnight success
oh god please let it happen
the taxman is on my freckled back and breathing down my neck
please let me roll one more double six
and i’ll never complain again
oh laksmi goddess of fortune
send me some sold out gigs and some more good reviews
deliver me a wider audience
let us rock with aplomb
my oh my
i aint been so vibed since…..starfish…
well whattya know
you guys knew it all along
you believed even when i didnt
i want to thank the mysterious n generous KLK
without whom (seriously) u#23 never wooda been made
KEVIN I LOVE YOU! (in a masculine way of course)
if youre digging it
think of this guy who made it possible
and made the last 11 years possible to get here
and has asked nothing in return
A TRUE MODERN PATRON OF THE ARTS!!!!
and now you backed a good one klk n im real happy
meanwhile im surely but steadily selling some paintings
in pittsburgh…thank you kimbo n ms eek
meanwhile while im writing this
@#$#%^ ing scarlet has just chucked all of eve n auroras little pets
down a dark black crack in some bricks
where from they will NEVER be retrieved
much gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair to be expected
at least 200 hundred bucks worth of toys gone!
oh my lord
scarlet will have to go in a protection plan
cos the doodles are gonna want her blood
im almost crying myself at the magnitude of this crime
scarlet looks shocked by whats shes done
oh god the doodles are gonna go ballistic!!!!
meanwhile i’m working on my greek myths paintings
iggy pop as paris chooses out of 3 saucy goddesses
and lotsa dogs and arcadian foliage and its BIG!
anyway
what will happen next
stay tuned
killer!

!

(commissioned by craigie p)
up until 1971
i and most of the western world
had never heard of karma
then john lennon
appeared on tv with his new single
instant karma
and i still didnt know what it meant
but it sure was a groovy word to chuck around
instant karmas gonna get you
gonna knock you right off your feet
wow
those primitive drums
and what about that fucking drum roll about halfway thru
it sounds mathematically impossible
how he crams that much drumming into such a short space
and lennon
like hes talking down the phone at ya
like he really knows what hes talking about
like a semi- detached english bob dylan with his hip putdowns
karma baby
yeah!
whoah!
instant karma …its like instant…aint it?
instantly everyone started talking about karma
oh man it was his karma
watchout for karma
your karma ran over my dogma
and soon even kids at school (the cool ones)
were using the word
the concept of karma was kinda invented by the hindus
and pretty much adopted by buddhism
seeing how buddha was originally a hindu
it is unsurprising therefore
that he chose to keep karma as part of his trip
in the west we have long known an aspect of karma
but we have called it
the law of cause and effect
we westerners have mainly applied this to technical
or scientific events
not really acknowledging the whole spectrum of cause and effect
vis a vis personal spiritual or even national karma
that is what goes around comes around
even if you dont think it will
it will
karma is not administered by some god in judgement
it is an automatic law that functions like gravity
especially when you consider the old adage
what goes up must come down
vishnu or shiva or krishna or
(insert name of fave god here)
dont look down saying oh that..
(insert name here)
has gone and done some naughty things
or has gone and done some very nice things
(yes theres good karma too!)
its like if you fall off a ladder you hit the floor
not an act of god
now the complexities of karma are manifold
not least of which is that it can stretch over many lifetimes
skipping some and then bang
something naughty or nice you did five lifetimes ago
finally catches up with you…
and it seems that outta the blue
all these bad or good things begin to happen
but karma is a shaping inexorable force behind everything
and you sometimes see in hindu literature
the picture of a man with a bulls head
chopping off the head of a man on a cows body
obviously the man is terrified
yet the bull snorts with blood lust
you see
what you do will be dished out back to you
karma can work backwards and forwards in time
it can move anywhere and anyhow it likes
it is often instant or quick
and you often get to see the villains getting their comeuppance
it is not often possible to trace karmic events
murdering idiots seem to get off scott free
while gentle martyrs cop the slings and arrows
i dont know
its a concept
in my own life i have observed it
i have felt its hand
i have been knocked off my feet by it
its so simple : be good n sooner or later good will come back
and vice versa natch
especially vice versa
if yer a miserable sod things wont be very nice
believe me
if you try to be nice
well people MAY try to be nice to you
its a win/win situation
but not all karma is instant
so your niceness may come back in other ways
it definitely cant hurt
it has seemed to work in my life
voice in another lifetime : the few times he was nice..
it only seems logical after all, doesnt it ?
do as you would be done by
easy to say but hard to do
just like all the very best ideas
thats why you hardly ever meet a real saint
all you got
is
the saint who is no saint
voice in another song : thats the one thing he aint
sigh
ok
thanks craigie p