the trees are whispering to me
its sydney
its thousands of seconds
who are you?
every thing is a signal to me
what is happening to me?
into what are you transforming effortlessly?
alchemy?
have i cracked the code?
august strindberg burning his hands black
sulphur/the crucible/the retort
philosophers stoned indeed
am i crazy?
is this an onset of madness?
and why now?
the silver clouds superimposed on a peach sky
i tell you i love to be 51
subtle powers
have you any idea?
cosmic messages and wild geese chase
the patterns of the birds has a meaning
how could it not?
my kitchen darkens
my thoughts turn to god
all that love he has for us
expressed in so many ways
in the spectacular heavens
in the intricate designs of nature
for letting us live these lives
oh so many luxuries
we are living it up
purpleleaved trees buckle in the wind
you may forget something you really should remember
it seems i hear them
a child said my name in the marketplace
i found two shells in a unused drawer
music permeates my brain now
day and night
im swimming in it
i feel that fucking galaxy sliding away
like a slide sliding up the neck of a distorted reverberating guitar
i feel the moon pull my soul each night
i opened a little box and found a silver plectrum
i mentioned your name accidentally to someone
i dropped a coin in a well and i wished for......
i am navigating the networks
i am in the system now and getting stronger
i have interpenetrated certain planes
under your skin
but im out here
totally unreal
everything you have ever read here
has been fiction
any resemblance to anything else
is unlikely usually
i saw a tiny grey birdling in a tree doomed to die
i could not help it
can you feel this?
and can you feel this?
and can you feeeel this?
im everywhere baby
but so are you
there you are a point in space and time
are you beautiful?
dont make me laugh
last nite we drank riccadonna wine + extra nice things
romance
what remains of the sky is white
inside my own continuum
i experience human pleasure
the elements are defined
the opposites are reconciled
the mystery is temporarily delayed
gravity set aside
logic defied
conditions gratified
implicit in life
but always rushing into the future
and what must always await us there
im a voyager
im a traveller
im down here on the surface
im underneath all that snow
wham! a shock
a sudden departure
beware
read between the lines
i can tell you almost understand
i can feel the crooked pulse in my fingers
alpha and omega
hey up and hey down
i am what you say i am
i am so close
so close, so close
so close to breaking
into it
or out of it
can you tell if its true?
what do you know?
are you awake now?
im still here
interpreting the stars
reading the dish suds
the clock tick tick tick
never tock
a stormy night comes down
we welcome each other like brothers
i am disposed to rambling
i live and i breathe
i am here to observe
god says this is all for you
i say i will tell people
he says good
they dont seem to notice
the oceans of fish
the nights of stars
the gorgeous desert
the mysterious nordic winter
the veins in the leaf of the oak
i say how could they not see
darkness envelopes me
we lose our connection
end
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53 comments:
Beautiful blogge today, SK. You have such a gift for capturing mood and atmosphere in your songs and poems/streams of consciousness. Hope all is well with you there.
lily
goodbye, pluto
hello, ice ball
Awakening earth.
We haven't arrived.
very cool;
g'nite or g'morning or whatever it is,
going to have budgie dreams
Trusting demon
my god that's beautiful. I am going to read it again. And again. And then finally, go to bed, with your words in my head.
:)
Gods intrument
thanks for picking me up when me bout to fall...
mjnjr
Goosebumps, not once but TWICE in one day!!! First the Church gig dates, now this, you're driving me insane you are!
Love
Amanda
Welcome home Steve...and thx.
ML
don joe
nice sk
i know u have been communicating with palm trees for some decades, at least
and u don't look so pale these days ...
~
I love writing like that!!!
Or should I say reading writing like that!
I didn't mean to imply I can right like that.
I only heard about this blog recently. Finally caught up with all the blog entries from the start - reads like a great book. Did you really flick leeches on to another passenger on a train?
Been living around Asia for nearly ten years now but I still miss those church gigs in Brissy. I disagree a little with Steve's sentiments about releasing church material live - the wall of sound of classics like reptile and you took (to name just a couple), live and electric, are sensational and deserve to be made available in surround sound quality on CD.
I agree with comments about P=A being a masterpiece. I remember the NME review printed after it was released in '92 - couldn't believe their comments, utter tripe. Lustre is worth the price of the record alone. Still, it was an era when they were besotted with forgettable nonsense like the wedding present, the charlatans and other tuneless nobodies.
Anyway, none of this is particularly on point, just a few random thoughts picking up on snippets of some of the entries to date.
TK
good work tk from above...how long did it take u to get thru the blogs???
its been a very insightful journey. when uve been listening to a band for 25 years u dont expect to suddenly be taken along for the ride every single day...pretty amazing stuff...
so sk, thanks a bunch and see ya at the gov in september...u gotta luv the gov though...great venue!
none of the jackson-vile stuff hey...
how is it possible to paint with words like you do, steve? this is artwork, indeed!! it's lush, colorful, has texture.....God's beauty is so resonant through your words. thank you for sharing your gifts with us.
lotza love.......
and......roar of applause----STANDING O--Fade ta white----
steve...keep listening, keep observing...keep breathing, nice and slow. take care.
mark
sk,
that's it then. this blog is directed from God. there is a need for it.
heaven-sent. now, sk, you can't quit. or shouldn't that is
yes, lustre. amazing song that no-one talks about ever.
richard
"."
from the heart of mysticism
comes the art
magic
beauty
transcendence
meld....
"the lines between art and life do not exist
there is only one art to master
....the art of living"
I can feel it
...we are all connected.
If only humans didn't feel so disconnected from each other.
What a different world this would be.
Richard,
I like Lustre too. Especially the part about the sucubus.
Shit, how do you spell it?
John
Agree with the other comments about Lustre - does it get played much live?
When I put P=A on the iPod recently I cued it up as I stepped out for a nighttime walk - really powerful stuff: those drums, those bass thumps ... and those amazing bendy guitar swells - when I first got P=A I just about drove my housemates at the time crazy, trying to replicate that sound with a little practice amp and an Ibanez hollowbody (no whammy bar).
Dug out my acoustic for the first time in months but can't find the tuner. Could be some sort of sign.
Saw the video for Already Yesterday, er, yesterday - I didn't know there was one. Steve, what are your thoughts on that one? Was that National Geographic footage?
just ..... beautiful....
beautiful blog steve. thank you.
I have to admit, I have a problem with the God creation thing. I can't understand why he would create humans 250 million years after dinosaurs. That's a long time twiddling your thumbs!
dearest esskay who has given my life meaning for several a decade, these are my first words to you, which, incidentally, are not mine.
After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way it's always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way it's always been.
Just open your heart
And that's a start.
And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not an evil man,
And he understood.
He understood himself.
Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear,
It was because he was not understanding,
And he learned, compassion.
And with his eye of compassion.
He saw his enemies like unto himself,
And he learned love.
Then, he was answered.
Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way it's always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way it's always been.
Just open your heart
And that's a start.
(moody blues, the balance)
oh how i wish i could have been on your tour. to tell you what and where and why and how this mess all got started, and to pick your mind for clues on where and why and when this mess will all get cleared up. i know one day it will. november 22 is a special day, look it up, plot the perimiter, chart the cosmos - it will tell you something you (perhaps) didn't already know. this year could be it for us. but there's so much work that needs to be done. i don't know where we intersect, or where i end and you begin, and if at all, but i'll stay true to my nature and look to the dawn for a sign. one day.
-jayayy (a mouse, anon, for now)
I couldn't agree more
excellent entry my friend
life is indeed a mystery, as is the beauty in nature. those spectacular moments worth remembering make it wonderful to be alive. i would like to think that everything has a meaning, a greater purpose; that we are all here for a reason and somewhow cosmically connected. it's discouraging to think otherwise. i cannot look at the Earth and her beauty and deny God's existence. it just seems impossible to me. i guess we won't know for sure until move on.
by the way, your fiction is dynamic & inspiring.
John Garratt
I think there's something weird going on
Something unforeseen
The best impression of a succubus
That I have ever seen
Friday Spanish:
can you tell if its true?
what do you know?
are you awake now?
im still here
interpreting the stars
reading the dish suds
the clock tick tick tick
never tock
a stormy night comes down
we welcome each other like brothers
sabes si es verdad?
que sabes?
estas despierto?
sigo aqui
interpretando a las estrellas
leyendo la espuma de los trastes
el reloj tic tic tic
nunca toc
una noche tormentosa llega
nos saludamos como hermanos
Now go out and draw something...
Cecilia
xx
little silver plectrums in Eno's Oblique Strategy boxes...
This morning I dreamed of black people walking around leaking milk out of every pore.
I dreamed my daughter was home, back in bed with me, nursing.
I dreamed her father was on the toilet doing what he does first thing nearly every morning.
What if we saw each other as they felt?
You would see me now a big blurry smudge in 28 bit color.
Daughter's been gone for two weeks with her father up north visiting family and I can't focus! Pace is slower, my mind is slower, I sleep in, I feel drugged. Where's my life as I knew it? As I lived it? Shook up now.
Ever see Woody Allen's Deconstructing Harry? The scene where he's having the anxiety attack? He stares at his blurry hand, screaming: "I'm Out of Focus... look... I'm out of Focus"
In and Out, SK, like the breath.
First here, then there.
I follow your thread--
Oh your blog takes me --and it too
pulls me in and then out of
FOCUS.
G'day everyone.
I had a dream with Eddie Veddar and he was singing Black
Not
the
Mod
That was smooth and brilliant. Love the mind set, beautiful energy today.
Thank you. Peace to everyone...Have a righteous weekend.
BV
I travel around, travel around like you do Nevets, and I know that feeling of a blink of an eye and another city, another bed, another balcony, then finally home and that feeling of wondering if it ever really happened at all.
I prefer to think yes, but it is part dream and part "re-al-i-ty, maaaaaan." There is always another ocean full of worthy creatures to fly over.
Stay lovely.
drzej
love it
Space Journalist -
Your own Master Olof delivered in pixils, via excited electrons. Thanks for this little mind-journey today. Funny, the comments on Priest = Aura, I was listening to it last night on headphones, going drifty-sleepy. A Masterwork. "The Disillusionist"....my tour guide throughout much of my time here. He comes to my town every Autumn.
A humble thank-you, SK.
JJ
Quando ipsa fertur in magnum amoris excessum aut odii aut alicuius talium.
Fertur in grandem excessum alicuius passionis invenitur experimento manifesto quod ipse ligat res et alterat ad idem quod desiderat et diu non credidi illud.
Cum tali affectione exterminata concurrat hora conveniens aut ordo coelestis aut alia virtus, quae quodvis faciet, illud reputavimus tunc animam facere.
Because sometimes Magick can only be explained by...
Love is the law.
Love under will.
All fiction, how unfortunate
perhaps I overestimated you then
and you underestimate us
Lustre is quite possibly my all time favourite Church song, and when you think about how many Church songs I love deeply, that's saying quite a bit.
I've never heard it live, have any of you?
I wish!
M
%^)
I am running out of ways to say "beautiful." Getting out the thesaurus is too lame. Trying to come up with a new poetic image of my own too affected.
So okay then...beautiful.
A thesaurus isn't lame,
what's lame is the fact that I have to use a damn dictionary sometimes when reading these blogs!!!!
(boy, I'm gonna hear it now, that's ok, knock yerselves out!!)
Oh join the club, renee. I have been lately feeling how dull my early education was. To have been educated in the rural south during the really formative years, I have been playing one long game of catch-up ever since. And it's making me feel old.
Looking up words is a joy, though. Isn't it? I think we're all here for the love of language, anyway. Thanks.
thank you again...
...beauty is as beauty does...
...serenity is ...
...now i am once again,
blissfully
unaware of anything else...
thank you again!
Good one sk!!
last nite we drank riccadonna wine + extra nice things
romance
Sk, sounds like you got laid last night.
Writing so tactile..sensual.
I think I'm getting turned on...
*blush*
Coal crudity
you're under my skin
and all around it
i have always felt the soul of trees and their wondrous design
and the love of brother sun
but i do not have words
for what is going on
SK,
Glad you are home,safe and sound. That was an amazing tour (especially the Chigao show were we got to meet you a little foggy, and rainy...and a lot later just outside the doors(Thanx again Rob D. my new found hero) Thanks for spending the time. You are humble and gracious gentleman and a true human, breathing this sometimes distorted air around us. Good Luck w/ the coming future and the $$$ of "Uninvited,like the clouds".
Forever a Fan,
DJK082067
"Whats up stealthblue?"
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