collect call
in july 2013 i did a tour
with these guys remember?
well now heres a 5 song vid download for your delectation
acoustic and intimate as all get out
you will love the violin n cello
good on ya
sk
https://sellfy.com/p/uDmv/
book now here plus vid download
in july 2013 i did a tour with these guys remember? well now heres a 5 song vid download for your delectation acoustic and intimate as all get out you will love the violin n cello good on ya sk https://sellfy.com/p/uDmv/
lot going on
lot going on trying not to fall behind much stuff coming up started writing memoirs so far have covered a teenage holiday and making of starfish have a book deal n everything i think playing at a benefit for cora james who is in van park she plays my love interest the delectable gypsy fire coras been a bit unwell and we are having a night for her 29th august a benefit gig ok please come its a very good cause meanwhile sk plus hoffmenn plus strings attached are coming to hobart melb adelaide and sydney we are also looking at a show in brissie if we can find the right gig that will definitely bee a mazing i have an exhibition in LA on the 5th october and many other things in the works including ongoing work with frank kearns and with hu dost and a load of other stuff! anyway thats it behave yourselves sk
i said caption i said what
lot going on
trying not to fall behind
much stuff coming up
started writing memoirs
so far have covered a teenage holiday and making of starfish
have a book deal n everything i think
playing at a benefit for cora james who is in van park
she plays my love interest the delectable gypsy fire
coras been a bit unwell and we are having a night for her 29th august
a benefit gig
ok please come its a very good cause
meanwhile
sk plus hoffmenn plus strings attached are coming to hobart melb adelaide and sydney
we are also looking at a show in brissie if we can find the right gig
that will definitely bee a mazing
i have an exhibition in LA on the 5th october
and many other things in the works
including ongoing work with frank kearns
and with hu dost
and a load of other stuff!
anyway
thats it
behave yourselves
sk
uncollected dreams and memories
just when you thought it was safe to get your credit card out again comes uncollected which is earthed my 1986 book plus nineveh and the ephemeron which were originally released as a booklet in 1998 (much thanks for that to trevor boyd!) plus fruit machine from about 2006 or 7 a booklet about rocknroll then a whole bunch of poems from all over the place plus the best poems from my blogge its 420 pages of poetry and bullshit it all depends ‘pon how you look at it. anyway its pretty much the definitive read if you wanna read some stuff by me earthed is a funny old book trying too hard and not going with the flow still theres some ok things there you may well enjoy my main memory of earthed is sitting in the kitchen banging it out on a typewriter a hash joint burning in the ashtray the rain hitting the skylight overhead the rain tapped my fingers tapped i listened to jon hassel and harold budd the gas fire burned on through the night i was too greedy i am having a stab at sci fi and prose poetry and experimental all at once sometimes an interesting melange sometimes a bit of a hodgepodge nineveh is a good little cycle of poems i became obsessed with nineveh which is a biblical city i half imagine half remembered these words it was a mystical experience it was written in sweden in 1997-8 i was on the gear i was sad and lonely perfect for transmitting this poetry man the snow swirling around me in my apartment on bastugaten making this stuff up…. the ephemeron came with nineveh tho it had nothing to do with it at all it was …oh i dont know what it […]
throwing the book atcha!
just when you thought it was safe to get your credit card out again
comes uncollected
which is
earthed my 1986 book
plus nineveh and the ephemeron
which were originally released as a booklet in 1998
(much thanks for that to trevor boyd!)
plus fruit machine
from about 2006 or 7
a booklet about rocknroll
then a whole bunch of poems from all over the place
plus the best poems from my blogge
its 420 pages of poetry and bullshit
it all depends ‘pon how you look at it.
anyway its pretty much the definitive read
if you wanna read some stuff by me
earthed is a funny old book
trying too hard and not going with the flow
still theres some ok things there you may well enjoy
my main memory of earthed
is sitting in the kitchen banging it out on a typewriter
a hash joint burning in the ashtray
the rain hitting the skylight overhead
the rain tapped my fingers tapped
i listened to jon hassel and harold budd
the gas fire burned on through the night
i was too greedy
i am having a stab at sci fi and prose poetry and experimental
all at once
sometimes an interesting melange
sometimes a bit of a hodgepodge
nineveh is a good little cycle of poems
i became obsessed with nineveh
which is a biblical city
i half imagine half remembered these words
it was a mystical experience
it was written in sweden in 1997-8
i was on the gear
i was sad and lonely
perfect for transmitting this poetry
man the snow swirling around me in my apartment on bastugaten
making this stuff up….
the ephemeron came with nineveh
tho it had nothing to do with it at all
it was …oh i dont know what it was
poems and stories from different perspectives
about the life and times of erskine the magician
some shabby charlatan type and his wife
once again its like earthed
it could have been more thought out and less made up
but there you go
i am erskine i would say
erskine seems to do the things i would do
there are some brilliant little bits in there i think
some mediocre stuff too
you decide
and there is all the misc. stuff
stuff i wrote here n there on this and that
about such and such
good stuff mostly-ish
some other things about erskine
and all sorts of things
this book is now ready for order
the first hundred will get a copy of my pamphlet eden thrown in
all books will be signed and if needed dedicated…
and i’ll come round yer house and cook yer dinner and mind yer kids too
anyway you can order uncollected right now if you want
should get it within 2 weeks one would think
good on you!
sk
cantrip anytime
i am so gone i am back knocked straight out unloaded my clock face with its tic so afraid of how you will miss me let me sleep for awhile let this night pass let me find you in warping dream no dancing on clouds no descending black velvet curtains no violins describe my fall a thing has whispered to me i have felt its weight upon an empty bed the membrane is shot it cant keep these things out the stairs are busy theres no body home my cat my familiar black like midnight you are opium in the red heart of my room you are treacle congealing in cold milk and now you are the taste of some powerful liquor made from black herbs and moss the prints of darkness
pen sieve
i am so gone i am back
knocked straight out unloaded
my clock face with its tic
so afraid of how you will miss me
let me sleep for awhile let this night pass
let me find you in warping dream
no dancing on clouds
no descending black velvet curtains
no violins describe my fall
a thing has whispered to me
i have felt its weight upon an empty bed
the membrane is shot it cant keep these things out
the stairs are busy theres no body home
my cat my familiar black like midnight
you are opium in the red heart of my room
you are treacle congealing in cold milk
and now you are the taste of some powerful liquor
made from black herbs and moss
the prints of darkness
sunday in august
sunday in august incredulously i check myself i am still alive i wake up i’m almost sixty ive made all these records two ears one eye does not work my teeth are all falling apart look in mirror cant see properly but doesnt look good as far as i can see the wreckage of a life outside its warm in the sun cold in the shade i live at bondi beach and sunny sundays is packed to the nines freaks and hipsters big old families in from the outlying suburbs surfer girls all bleached and slim shopkeepers counting the dough petrolheads in nissan skylines yeah you heard it all before back at my place i take stock of situations dont ask me about such and such i dont know i excavated my brain for poetry and music until it collapsed now i am some old empty fakir a dummy half bill impostor fingers go tap tap tap clock goes tock tock tock ears go ring ring ring eyes go cloud cloud cloud mind goes blank blank blank heart goes beat beat beat and time is silent it makes no sound as it rapidly elapses
gray havens
sunday in august
incredulously i check myself
i am still alive
i wake up i’m almost sixty ive made all these records
two ears one eye does not work
my teeth are all falling apart
look in mirror
cant see properly but doesnt look good
as far as i can see the wreckage of a life
outside its warm in the sun cold in the shade
i live at bondi beach and sunny sundays is packed to the nines
freaks and hipsters
big old families in from the outlying suburbs
surfer girls all bleached and slim
shopkeepers counting the dough
petrolheads in nissan skylines
yeah you heard it all before
back at my place i take stock of situations
dont ask me about such and such
i dont know
i excavated my brain for poetry and music until it collapsed
now i am some old empty fakir
a dummy half
bill impostor
fingers go tap tap tap
clock goes tock tock tock
ears go ring ring ring
eyes go cloud cloud cloud
mind goes blank blank blank
heart goes beat beat beat
and time is silent
it makes no sound as it rapidly elapses
gale force whim
so i’m walking along and suddenly bits of the journey are missing shape of a leaf but it moves like a rat i hear shadows i see whispers the streets are fields roamed by un-men someone is trying to tell me something someone not there well i dont remember waking up yesterday morning the stuff i used to take can do that to you like a few pages have fallen out of a book like a few squares have faded from the board time on its own terms can be a jolt or a mystery i expect its never what you imagined the warp and woof of the years revealing a flaw in the flow behind us the mountains have grown the slag heaped industry ghost town in the clouds theyre talking trash at the sugar shack boyo we can never go back there again under these ark lights an uneasy peace falls on the great cats everything is vibrating and shuddering only you cant see it wives quarrel in the galley as the world drowns i have determined my own loss of velocity as time i have located my own demise in dream i have negotiated the hastening martian day and the thudding venereal night as atoms explode into earths and earths implode into atoms death is nothing our best virus cannot penetrate it the universe at dawn goes in between the trees
tight as groan
so i’m walking along and suddenly bits of the journey are missing
shape of a leaf but it moves like a rat
i hear shadows i see whispers
the streets are fields roamed by un-men
someone is trying to tell me something
someone not there
well i dont remember waking up yesterday morning
the stuff i used to take can do that to you
like a few pages have fallen out of a book
like a few squares have faded from the board
time on its own terms can be a jolt or a mystery
i expect its never what you imagined
the warp and woof of the years
revealing a flaw in the flow
behind us the mountains have grown
the slag heaped industry ghost town in the clouds
theyre talking trash at the sugar shack boyo
we can never go back there again
under these ark lights an uneasy peace falls on the great cats
everything is vibrating and shuddering only you cant see it
wives quarrel in the galley as the world drowns
i have determined my own loss of velocity as time
i have located my own demise in dream
i have negotiated the hastening martian day and the thudding venereal night
as atoms explode into earths and earths implode into atoms
death is nothing
our best virus cannot penetrate it
the universe at dawn goes in between the trees
jesper kroon
jesper kroon in vermilion corduroy in his library of reeds he is the prince of cranes he is the ace of wands dancing with the owlish people of the marshes little moongirl and giant tess jesper kroon hes a total immersion in love with his archon revolving out there in space and his pyramids which generate heat and light and his crystal slam way of doing things oh jesper thou art the one with the antlers of uncle summer under your hood goodness knows i am now in your ancient woods where the weasel black eyes piercing and adder slithering and the lake is as of iron i dive into reflection under the cold water i cool my gills kroon i envy you your evenings with lovely courtesans the expensive substances navigate the bloodstream to the heart the tinctures from the south sea haven where the blue girlflowers grow kroon the illegal trade in the harness of angel kroon i see you smirking in the fumes of spent desire kroon you sit there waiting while i walk right past my destiny under the water i am an extinct monster my teeth are razor like shaving small fishes my nails are claws and i grip onto the rocky lakebed my eyes see through kroons curtains my tongue can taste the places he was seen the crackle of twigs around a great eagles nest betrays the dead rat the leaves blow around saturday night like blank captions jesper kroon you duck down eider down luxurious room backstage your kissing the floor you must cross and bear kroon i can hear you from here after the sound will appear kroon i’m a mad sick thing coming for you jesper please be careful of lurking in green pools or soft edge in jungles vines […]
appearing soon
jesper kroon in vermilion corduroy in his library of reeds
he is the prince of cranes he is the ace of wands
dancing with the owlish people of the marshes
little moongirl and giant tess
jesper kroon hes a total immersion in love
with his archon revolving out there in space
and his pyramids which generate heat and light
and his crystal slam way of doing things
oh jesper thou art the one
with the antlers of uncle summer under your hood
goodness knows i am now in your ancient woods
where the weasel black eyes piercing and adder slithering
and the lake is as of iron
i dive into reflection
under the cold water i cool my gills
kroon i envy you your evenings with lovely courtesans
the expensive substances navigate the bloodstream to the heart
the tinctures from the south sea haven where the blue girlflowers grow
kroon the illegal trade in the harness of angel
kroon i see you smirking in the fumes of spent desire
kroon you sit there waiting while i walk right past my destiny
under the water i am an extinct monster
my teeth are razor like shaving small fishes
my nails are claws and i grip onto the rocky lakebed
my eyes see through kroons curtains
my tongue can taste the places he was seen
the crackle of twigs around a great eagles nest betrays the dead rat
the leaves blow around saturday night like blank captions
jesper kroon you duck down eider down luxurious room
backstage your kissing the floor you must cross and bear
kroon i can hear you from here
after the sound will appear
kroon i’m a mad sick thing coming for you
jesper please be careful of lurking in green pools or soft edge
in jungles vines and lee anna twisted around green alligator
my hands stutter a song out about you kroon
soon…
they sing
soon…
jewel carriageway
when the delirious days of july fall out the valley signs of an early prima vera the chancy skyfull of air over there then arrows of love then fist of sulk glove i am chastened as i hastened to hide away down on lawns unkempt where some grim dog watches neither never or forever just now my book is a song a wonderful life a throng of admirals oh the summer in winter behind the clouds shine so surely the golden leaves the myriad light every cloud is the shape of racing animals unicorns and crocodiles stretch across oceanias heavens the bright hammer of thunder the twin black birds of odin doom the hideous depths writhe with unspeakable horrors let us be glad to be in this world of warm colour familiar as cat with magical thought understood and over wrought i think im gonna think another thought
io ishtar one $
when the delirious days of july fall out
the valley signs of an early prima vera
the chancy skyfull of air over there
then arrows of love then fist of sulk glove
i am chastened as i hastened to hide away
down on lawns unkempt where some grim dog watches
neither never or forever just now
my book is a song
a wonderful life a throng of admirals
oh the summer in winter
behind the clouds shine so surely
the golden leaves the myriad light
every cloud is the shape of racing animals
unicorns and crocodiles stretch across oceanias heavens
the bright hammer of thunder
the twin black birds of odin doom
the hideous depths writhe with unspeakable horrors
let us be glad to be in this world of warm colour
familiar as cat with magical thought
understood and over wrought
i think im gonna think another thought
west n north
sitting here waiting to fly home have had an amazing time played 3 gigs one in fremantle (filmed and recorded) one in broome one in darwin plus an impromptu private party gig in darwin on saturday night (solo) the other gigs were including adrian hoffmann on guitar shaun hoffmann on drums and 2 lovely string players rachel aquilina on violin and anna sarcich on cello we did a wide cross section of my stuff and it was incredible!!! very happy camper more later sk
at darwin airport
sitting here waiting to fly home
have had an amazing time
played 3 gigs
one in fremantle (filmed and recorded)
one in broome
one in darwin
plus an impromptu private party gig in darwin on saturday night (solo)
the other gigs were including adrian hoffmann on guitar shaun hoffmann on drums
and 2 lovely string players rachel aquilina on violin and anna sarcich on cello
we did a wide cross section of my stuff
and it was incredible!!!
very happy camper
more later
sk
fastened stop
if you have eyes only to see it if things added up or went away if music grew on leaves as if in summer then summer leaves itself revealing autumn the bonfires are gone the vine slack the line taut disappearing in the murk the fly buzzing in and out of speakers paspalum and clothes pegs the families walk away from the shore little purple towel hanging on the wire sunday evening mauves in the machinery halted in mid dig new improved hotels half empty clouds gather round the point of evening thankful for darkening shadows we have disappeared into history now we enter the past via the present soon time moves apart for us swallows us it opens up we move forward into some time ago existing only memory sticks to the sides you were alone when you came in here your face hidden in planes of grey the solid cables groan underwater mooring us all to the floor hardly anyone about in the dells downtown in the groves of building and the glades of car in the schools of helicopters swimming through sky shall we depart then? shall we make such preparations and plans? and all the time the soft mouth and nightbelly and the discarded shallow pleasure of river rushing back up into the mountainous height
summons
if you have eyes only to see it
if things added up or went away
if music grew on leaves as if in summer
then summer leaves itself revealing autumn
the bonfires are gone
the vine slack
the line taut disappearing in the murk
the fly buzzing in and out of speakers
paspalum and clothes pegs
the families walk away from the shore
little purple towel hanging on the wire
sunday evening mauves in
the machinery halted in mid dig
new improved hotels half empty
clouds gather round the point of evening
thankful for darkening shadows
we have disappeared into history now
we enter the past via the present
soon time moves apart for us swallows us
it opens up we move forward into some time ago
existing only memory sticks to the sides
you were alone when you came in here
your face hidden in planes of grey
the solid cables groan underwater mooring us all to the floor
hardly anyone about in the dells downtown
in the groves of building and the glades of car
in the schools of helicopters swimming through sky
shall we depart then?
shall we make such preparations and plans?
and all the time the soft mouth and nightbelly
and the discarded shallow pleasure of river
rushing back up
into the mountainous height