The Time Being | Steve Kilbey

*todays sage advice from billy at the icebergs pool

i hate the tv
it really is a terrible thing
new research shows over 3 hours a day increasing your chance of heart attack
over 33%
sure i dont mind a good wildlife doco or the occasional thing
like deadwood or sopranos or underbelly
but most of it is fucking garbage
especially reality shows
i pity the poor mugs glued to the idiot box
their brains in some half life state
their hearts slowly choking
people without a life
wasting the life they could have watching some stupid show
turn the telly off
put down the beer
ditch the meat n be something
make something outta yerself
its killing ya
its killing conversation
its draining yer energy
it’ll turn you into a used up clown
believe me ive seen it happen
imagine the good old days before it came along
when people’d you know uh…converse n stuff
i could do without it
the next house i have i aint gonna have one n thats a promise
i aint got time to sit there like fool drooling over some old nonsense
go on, i dare ya, turn it off
write a poem
have a walk
do some yoga
LISTEN TO SOME MUSIC!
anything
but the cretin-inducing box and the hollow zombies that worship it
go on
TURN THE STUPID THING OFF N LIVE!!

down in hot swampy texas
the high priests of the dangerous timebeing.com cult
have determined that 26th of july
will be the date of the commencement of the new site
yes believe it if you dare
i gotta lotta stuff up my sleeve, steve
its not all gonna be there all at once
but eventually…
art music blogs rantings ravings FAQs
interaction musings hippy dribble
straight from the mangey panthers mouth
its gonna be a lotta work to feed this beast
but if anyone can than i shall
the videos will be in much higher quality than on here
everything will be better shinier n more satisfying
everything will contain more sk than ever before
if you love me now you’ll love me even more after this
i got many things planned if only half come to fruition
we’ll be wading through stuff for ages to come
i’m hoping we’re all gonna be happy with this
suggestions gratefully accepted
(before being rudely rejected out of hand)
this will be our interface
we you n i will get down to brass tacks
(tacks not included)
(tax not included either)
much behind the scenes footage
etc etc
every child player must win a prize
auctioning off of sk body parts
(anyone up for some used ear drums?)
whatever you want it to be
whatever you say i am i am
coming soon real soon
(how soon is soon?)
people get ready
i hope you gonna really like it
i hope you’ll dig it in spades
thanks to johnny (old king) cole
thanks to kip mccccc
thanks to eek a mouse
thanks to my mum n dad for ‘aving me
thanks to god for all this unbearable talent
thanks to all my fans fiendss n friends
and envious tiny piglets
thetimebeing.com
wow
a site for sore i’s

over here at timbos place
producing an album for a guy called simon starling
its very melancholic in a pleasant dreamy way
tims playing drumbos
wes the famous church roadie playing bass
starling singing playing 6 acc guitar
me playing 12 acc
the songs are so lovely
lovely sad words
lovely simple music
i’m enjoying myself
we have some good feelings here
*
today hadda nother pivotal moment on way to pool
2 pods of huge grey whales rising from the sea
majestic is the word
leviathans swimming as families
again i was momentarily struck by natures grandeur
plus the symbolism for me of jonah
who didnt want to go to nineveh
but had to….
wonderful stuff
thanks for all the interesting comments for the last blog
baby lifes what you make it
sk

whats going on on planet earth
(jord the swedes call earth)
whats going on here?
wouldnt ya like to know?
i know i would ….but the answer remains elusive
are we even capable of being able to grok it ?
is it like teaching a hamster calculus…is it beyond us?
they say we only use ten per cent of our brains
whats going on in the other 90%
i often wonder
how many times you been on the verge of some big realisation
and you just try to put it into words and it evaporates
loadsa times on acid i thought i knew
but the trip ended and i was empty handed
sometimes left with something as profound as
uh, everythings gonna be ok…
not exactly plato is it?
they say loves the answer
i guess theres some truth in that
if you can love everybody;
it doesnt mean love yer lover or love yer friends
anybody can do that but that aint enlightenment
its very hard to love everybody
its hard just to like everybody
its hard just to be even handed n turn the other cheek
i guess thats why old jesus h christos was such a revolutionary
he said love everybody in a time when love was at a premium
a time of brute force and much laying waste
i remember learning latin
there was loads of translation work
a lot of it was
oh mighty caesar we have laid waste gaul
oh centurion how shall we kill all these britons? etc
tough times to live in
then this guy had a new idea
hey be nice to everybody
sounds pretty simple
no one had really thought of it up until then
still very hard to pull off
you stand in a crowd
yeah i could be nice to him
yeah i could nice to her
oh wait…but i couldnt be nice to this person…!
it seems like its all devised to go wrong
man against woman
nation against nation
this crowd versus that crowd
we humans turned on the very earth itself
witness the meat industry n the petrol industry
and all the rest of it
no one wants wars but theres always a loada wars going on
animals becoming extinct
whats behind it all?
what can you do ?
what can one person do?
should we do anything?
or is it merely an obstacle course to negotiate n move on…?
i’m blowed if i know
i’m just a singer in a rocknroll band
n its only rocknroll but i like it
smoking voluminous quantities of pot
sure does not give you the answer
tho sometimes it threatens to
it just numbs ya dumbs ya down
so i’m glad i made the wrench and i’m glad i finally stopped
i have no opinion of the people who wanna carry on
i know its better for ya than drinking thats obvious
still you aint gonna get anywhere spiritually if you intoxicate yerself
you need a clear head to feel the subtle messages of the soul
you need to vibrate quicker and faster
at least thats what i think
thats why i persevere with yoga day in day out
sometimes i just dont wanna stand there doing it
contorted myself into its different poses
sometimes i dont wanna swim in a cold pool either
but thats discipline for ya
you gotta have self discipline
i once read a book by israel regardie an early 20th century magician
he advocated setting yourself a meaningless task that required concentration
n discipline
like for example not using the word “the” for a day
you had to remain aware all day
everytime regardie caught himself saying “the”
he would give himself a small cut somewhere with a knife
thats kinda extreme but can you see the point
to train yourself to be constantly aware
not just sleepwalk thru life wasting your human incarnation
so i practice yoga twice a day most days
i get up earlier or go to bed later just to do it
i do it on tour too even when i’m tired
so in that way i begin to master myself
i been wildly off track for most of my life so theres a lot to master
so when i approach other tasks
i have already got myself somewhat under control
some people ‘ll tell ya i got a terrible temper n i have
theres something to work on
some of the deadly sins losing their grip on me
some of em i’m still in thrall to
rome wasnt built in a day mighty caesar
i am constantly a work in progress
i have seen yoga turning my life around
i have seen good things come to pass for me
i feel people are interested in what i do again
after i nearly blitzed my self out of existence with you-know-what
believe me i’m grateful for this second chance
and i feel yoga and exercise can turn anyones life around
if they can mine
of course pride comes back into the picture again
i mean i’m proud of what ive accomplished
and then my ego runs amok all over again
sloth ive definitely beaten
gluttony isnt a worry for me
envy still got its hooks in me bad
the fucking music industry is built on it
(find a book called “powder” about an envious rocker…
its a real hoot n very realistic)
but pride vanity lust n anger are hard ones to shake
my gnostic mate dp tells me they work together to bring us undone
like generals in a war they mobilise their forces to fuck with us
and its only very human to give in to their combined onslaughts
only very few cats like JC and ghandi n st francis n buddha
have figured out ways to defeat these things that plague us
what am i saying here
i dunno exactly
i’m sick of myself n sick of dancing to the tune of my deadly sins
theres gotta be another way
thats where yoga comes in for me
yoking myself to something greater than me
i dunno what youd call that but its working slowly but surely
a slim trim body is just a side effect of that (ooh theres pride for ya!)
you start to develop some kinda deeper insight into things
for short amounts of time youre actually “aware”
i saw some black birds on the way to the pool the other day
i was walking along caught up in my petty melodramas
n then i saw em
four beautiful black birds flying in perfect formation
so black against the blue sky n white clouds
for just one second i was truly aware
i was right there
living my life to the utmost degree
not in the past
not in the future
but there in that eternal moment
and it was breathtakingly delicious
like nectar
the perfection of it all
this wonderful marvellous universe with its diverse creatures
these birds flying along in synchronized gestalt
and me watching em
freed up from my minds clutter n chatter
better than any drug better than any material thing
better than a prize or a hit record or a fat cheque
better than an orgasm or a medal or anything you can think of
just being just coexisting
just wanting nothing at all
n then my ego says
well there you go my boy youre getting aware
and crash
it was all over
but i was thankful for my moment
it gives me something to shoot for
it gives me a clue about what eternity might feel like
and it was a sweet subtle bliss that drugs n drink would bury
so there you go
i’m gonna try n still my mind a little more
its a turbulent emotional mind
screaming out for constant attention n appeasement
it is the hardest thing to conquer
it has to be done tho
before i can move on to whatever is next
i dont know what that may be
but i want it
i know its sublime
it aint easy to find
its riddled with paradox n obscured by layers of maya
thats my sermon over
goodnight
sk

i must admit
the novelty of being straight has worn off
still stuck in my skull with the dreaded kilbey
not a lot has changed
belfast frank sends me some amazing music
hindu mantras and slightly europeanised indian music
i do yoga twice today
i go to my pool but its full of blokey blokes having a swim meet today
i swim in the pacific ocean instead n catch some waves
i guess ive hit a plateau
i dont wanna smoke dope anymore thats for shore
alcohol disgusts me as do drunks
ive never been drunk in my life and i never will be
i turn to yoga and exercise and meditation
it cant turn it all around just like that
i want the answers and i want em now
i want to love and be loved
i want to be a real man
i want good friends who accept me as i am
i want my music to be spellbinding
its no good telling me about records i made in the past
i need to move on like a shark in the sea
they cant ever stop n nor can i
my very nature is to be restless
thats where all that music you presumably liked came from
i appreciate all the love that you my readers have been throwing at me
yes i really do
oh yes it helps to have you all on my side
but i am unhappy with things at the moment
and i cant just cheer up
imagine if baudelaire were alive today n writing a blog
it would be full of turbulence doubt sarcasm n moodswings
that is the artists lot
our thin skins
our disillusion
our ups n downs
thats how we get stuff done
i aint yer average joe
and thats good n thats bad
im searching for something i probably never gonna find
i need the things i have to push away
i cant abide the things that make most people happy
i want it all ways at once
i get so sick of myself
my friend annaki mayhem comes round tonite
she deals with more in a week than ive dealt with in my whole life
and shes cheerful
me? im a writhing self obsessed mass of contradictions
i need yoga n extreme exercise just to keep me vaguely balanced
i need god like other blokes need the pub
every now n then i catch a glimpse
i see something
i read something
i feel something
and for a moment….
then kilbey closes in again
that love him/hate him ego with all his big ideas
could be a hero could be a villain
anyway
thats me
i didnt write about time space mind did i?
maybe next one will be more profound
love to those i love they know whom they are
and a big finger to the naysayers
walk a kilometre in my blunnies…you couldnt last an inch
tomorrow producing simon starling out at tims
hes a beautiful cat n im looking forward to it
the pool should be cold n empty tomorrow
just the way i like it ah ha ah ha
i’ll get there eventually
i adore my readers
thank you people
you are the core of my (in)sanity
blessings beaucoups on you all
xxx
steven

sit in the kitchen
cooking up a blog
maybe its a beauty
probably its a dog
seven planets
seven dwarves
seven seals
seven deadlies
the plato code
the bible code
the code of the road
song of the city song of the road
hip gnosis
the sufis
be a real man suffer them slings n arrows
prospero n miranda
agamemnon n elektra
the sphinx
garudasana
a bucket full of starfish
steven john kilbey
out of joyce bennett n leslie john kilbey
out of caroline davis and bill bennett
out of stephen kilbey and jesse bellette
beyond that is unknown
the rosy cross
golgotha place of skulls
oh columbus
oh america
oh lovely sweden n my distant identical twins
2 for the price of one
pushing sixty
old man look at my life im a lot like you are
hi fidelity
in fidelity
ulysses in transit lounge
my foolish boat still leaning
the lion lies down with the lamb on broadway
aslan sings the world awake
the leo sun god son of man
cracked actor crackling rosy crucifixion
spades are upside down black hearts
diamonds are forever n ever
clubs are noisy
the dizzy nymph jumps the quick brown panther
patient as decades fly by
i used to be a little boy so old in my shoes
gravity i have
gravitas i have not
still i’m sad
every child player must win a prize
empty handed paris on the battlements of troy
scarlet kilbey with her box of semi unprecious stones
strange child with strange proclivities
moving thru the ages appearing over n over
eve n aurora having a sleepover at some kids house
eve with her chestnut curls
aurora with her swollen ads
dutiful daughters
my ears ring on
i-sight fading
miracles are scarce tonight
no one calls
no one knocks
no one visits
the red bulb in my room
my bonsai tree that needed my love
ive lost my keys
my golden car
my freckled white skin
an inventory of my temporary flesh
my guitars all unplayed
my painting unfinished
my sentences peter out…
its cold but i cant feel it much
my neck aches holding up this heavy stupid head
i imagine my brains inside my skull
little messages running hither n thither
heres a compartment with my swedish
heres a compartment that remembers childhood
heres a tiny compartment that can do arithmetic
heres the bit that tells my heart when to beat
our hearts need our brains to know when to beat
autonomous processes continually upgraded
this f;lash of genius
this puddle of dullard
this pond of fondness
this lake of love
this stagnant swamp of envy
i wish i was going somewhere
thats the great thing about touring
youre always going somewhere
check in check out
a new bed everynight
checklist : keys, ipod, flip camera, headphones, passport, clean sox
vitamins, shampoo, toothbrush, a pair of undies, my sunglasses
my reading glasses, my novel, my sheet which tells me where to go
my sheet which tells me which room tim n peter n marty are in
a letter from a fan
a stick of frankincense
a tiny statue of buddha
small change
you go on stage
the audience cheers
you strum your guitar
you sing your voice
you dance about a bit
afterwards you lie in your silent room
you eat a piece of chocolate
you look in the mirror
you look old
you keep expecting to see an eighteen year old
but unsurprise you dont
i run out of steam
suddenly
and
i stop

wintry day
grey clouds like gun metal
sporadic rain
sit in my room
writing this
strangely flat
thinking about jesus
thinking about krsna
thinking about the way it can all go right or wrong
imagine all the people who were born today
imagine all the people who died
security eludes us
the street is filled with homeless
humanity and its seven deadly sins
go shopping up at the mall
god where does all that stuff come from
shopping carts full of cans and paper and packets
a cold death aisle full of disgusting bits of corpses
i mean who the fuck is eating chicken livers
how civilised we think we are
and then theres all this blood n guts n misery everywhere
dismembered sheep and cows wrapped in their own gore
all kept cold tho its still going off as you catch its unholy whiff
unhappy parents beleaguered by unhappy children
tv dinners in front of the blaring idiot box
i read a pop magazine
i havent heard of any of the groups …i’m out of touch
christ theres some moronic looking popstars out there today
gormless chubby ponces with silly hairdos playing some mega dome
aw the youngsters of today….there seems to be no coherent fashion
what would i know? i’m glad i’m not involved in it really
guess ive turned into some reactionary grandad
blustering away about the good old days whenever that was
a cold wet night comes down on sydney
sydney aint set up for winter n it shows
i just sit in here type type type
my shoulders a little achey
my head a little empty
my well a little dry…why?
alright then thats all from me at my post here in the antipodes
can someone bring on spring i feel tired dry and (c)old
maybe go out for a walk in the rain
see if it soothes my existential pain
ok then……

took my beloved and sweet human bunny to the ear nose throat quack
she hasnt been breathing properly for a while
her tonsils n adenoids are huge
and the roof of her mouth is quite arched
so in just under 2 weeks
shes having em removed
i’m kinda nervous but apparently it has to be done
my accountant TOLD me to get some medical insurance but i didnt
n now i gotta pay top $ to get her in n done quickly
and to jump the queue in public hospital system
can you believe its gonna cost 4 grand….sheesh!
we were afraid if we waited the year it would have taken
she would have serious problems with breathing n teeth
she has been quite weary n tired for a while
thats because she cant breathe through her nose
and isnt getting enough rem sleep per night
god i love her to pieces so i hope the op goes alright
and that she can get some decent sleep without snoring
apparently her tonsils n ads are quite enormous
she took it all quite stoically as is her wont
poor bunny…gee shes a good girl
shes working on her book about eddie
a three eyed monster
a strange enchanted kid
gee i hope shes gonna be fine
i love her more than anything
(pic taken by j cain at isidore sessions)

jeffrey hit the airport today
what a dear friend and valuable colleague
we have made an incredible 2nd album
the music is superb
cain is a master writer crafting strange melodic wonderful songs
i believe i sang pretty well
some titles to whet your appetite
the reappearance (of isidore)
repossession
life somewhere else
the privateer
belle in mid air
that old black spirit
you will remain (for gregory)
some reverse magic
song of the city, song of the road
readymade
blessing
…ive forgotten some of the others
the spirit of our dear departed drummer informed our sessions
this album will be dedicated to the memory of gregory slay
a true trickster and sorely missed companion
did i mention cedric le moynes incredible bass playing?
i am truly excited and truly inspired
i think its a thing of real love n beauty
no drink or drugs were consumed
these songs plucked clean from the void
crushing any doubts i had that i needed to be high to write
this record is the antithesis of all that tiresome rubbish you’ll normally hear
jeffreys music is always unexpectedly familiar with tiny twists
my lyrics are concerned with life death and infinity as per usual only better
i cant wait for you to hear it
jeffrey is gonna mix it back in alabama
this is a record you will cherish for the rest of your life
i am very very happy
wow!
music is the answer
it always was
now i reaffirm it in spades
om mani padme hum