the crew at their stations
all hands on deck
the ship lurches n buckles
the night surrounds us with the stars
somethings come loose
and it bang bang bangs against us
as we shudderingly heave off
every rivet every last sprocket pushed into the metal
straining to hold it together
friction claws at us
its fingers sink into our skin
small fires break out along the fuselage
rapidly diminishing grey sphere
we pull away and out
backwards into nothing
the captain sleeps at the bridge
the motion of a dream guides her eyes
the arc of some light
the flash of an explosion way out there
the instruments detect and avoid
the engines white hot and singing now
re-attachment of memory
on the screen the radii move within 7 concentric circles
the navigator looks down at his hands
as they slide across the controls
a series of sudden jerks
port
starboard
port
starboard
some other dimension tries to claim us
its mouth opens
and our speed draws us in
the captain wakes up from her dream guidance
as we slide across 5 million years in a split second
zxzxzxzxzxzxzxz
the crackle of static
no one seems panicky as we fall softly thru time
some turbulence as the serrated edges of the wings open
atmospheric bursts intermittent buffering
everything shaking
the captains hair floats around her like a halo
her eyes are intent on the gauges
she winces as several indicators move into the red
the cabin becomes warmer
the navigator tears off his goggles and wipes away the sweat
in the nursery the pods fog over
the heliotropes wither suddenly
while the angelfruit blooms
upsidedown and insideout
i twist to avoid the motion
the cabin becomes hotter and hotter
my eyes and ears fill with sweat
then we smell the smoke
next minute water bursts from the roof
and an argument breaks out
keep it together the captain screams at me
but im too far away now
everything recedes
the navigator in slow motion
calculating his angles and his angels
the panels along the wall light up
a number of umbilicals have malfunctioned
the captain is talking to somebody out there
shes speaking in some other language
lightheadedness
abandon
something ahead
waiting for me
waiting waiting waiting
always waiting
waiting
slow down slowly
a motionless blip
approaching
forever
Followers
46 comments:
Wicked blog today.
Have a Great Xmas, SK!
X
Neato space induced catastrophe of a blog today Mr. K. Its not real, you are!
-Allen
Galveston TX
good one today!
I have to confess that I was surprised to read that you actually read these comments. I thought it was an activity on your part rather than something interactive and now I feel like I've not been putting anything in the tithing basket. So I'll put in soma my bits to fill up your basket because you have filled up mine (the one in me head and heart) with many beautiful things. If your words and your music truly are a reflection of who you are, it must be a hard thing. It must not be so easy to contain, to hold all those thoughts and feelings...too beautiful, too painful at times to be you. Yes, I think my life would be both less beautiful and less painful if I never came across you but it's too late for that now. But thanks for both. Seriously, many thanks. I haven't had the dosh to buy the new album but I am sure you still rock. Merry Xmas and may Santa give you the strength and the wisdom to live sanely amongst all those females. Tu esta un tortuga negro.
Wow!!!!! LOVE IT!!!!! I am a spellbound kid again....thousand yard staring into the movie you just made.... yep!
sk,
more of that would be fine.
and more of everything. quantity, quantity. or maybe tis just the season calling
That was some lovely feasting. :)
Intense!
Have a great xmas!
Wow, very reveting. Wishing you and yours a lovely Christmas. Thanks for everything.
Marcus
P.S. aurorad, you are missing out on a great cd. Buy a bunch and give them to friends like I have.
we just never know what we will be getting from you - and that is the beauty of it - keep it coming.
ed in fl
"Set the controls for the heart of the sun."
I have to admit that I don't usually read your prose poem blogges. I'd rather read about your kids, your swimming, your car and The Chruchu, but I read this one today. Wonderfully evocative, and those unexpected elements in the narrative, such as a female captain and water leaking into a space ship, are pure Kilbey.
I wish you and the family a very happy Christmas.
I Feel a Si-Fi novel in there somewhere.
sk Thankyou.. Lightfoot Thankyou.
The Best Xmasss pressy ever. ABC The Chueerrch at the basement...My God..It's about bloody time.. Amazing...The Ship tok off that night and it was captured , like the Abomidable snowman...Lock ness..the second coming....All for my unadulterated enjoyment...
MWP IS THE BEST GEETARIST IN THE WORLD..SANTANA YOU SUCKER!!! SK PLAYS THE BASS LIKE A FENDER STRAT....COME ON WHO HAS EVER DONE THAT IN THE HISTORY OF ROC!!!! PK.. just weirdly sitting glueing it all together like an nanna making a christmas stocking, and TP pushing the sonic waves into space like only a super drummer can do...the heartbeat of the ceerch....a xmas tonic for all Ill's and the light at the end of the 2006 tunnel...
happy festive season you all..and thanks esskay for staying with us.
Carpetman.
Y'know, I went out with Halo Jones for a while there.
Nice gal.
She dropped me for a robot. Metal Mickey...or something like that. A real hard nut.
I just couldn't do it for her. Not as often as she wanted. I wasn't the frequency and wavelength she was looking for, apparently.
Now I consort only with trees and I feel all the better for it.
A different kind of weightlessness....
...waitlessness.
me most crazy/beautiful approach me hope...
The Nevelator
Hey Steven,
Oh geez another outer space fantasy yarn. Can't believe I'm paying $1 per week for this (he half joked)
Tracked down the Solaris soundtrack on Evil-Bay, cheapest going rate is $50 USD. Goddam greedy bastards. I hear soundtracks go out of print faster than most other releases, that must be the case. Well, I'll be waiting for my burned copy, so get crackin' (and burnin'). (he half-joked).
--Chris
n.p. Michael Brook, "An Inconvenient Truth" original soundtrack (Brooky in top form, maybe this'll be worth $50 in four years)
Steve
Enjoy the holidaze and the kids thanks for keeping the blog!! Best in the new year
Love you
Steve in Florida
SK,
Last nights show was brilliant, pure brilliance - you guys were in the zone and on fire, it was like your were doing a two hour oncore ,
i cannot say how good it was, it was that good
Thanks
DR
A Merry Xmas to you and your family SK
BIG hugs and love always
Melbourne Mary xxx
HaMerShal~ChanaChristmaQuanzachukka!!!
Yappy New Year!!
The Cano's
sounds like it was a good show.......
aloha,
ee
i always thought the spirit of old calvert was alive and kicking with you, and last night was proof of that, masterful playing, a brilliant selection of songs and arrangements and the usual sheer exhiliration of watching and listening to vegetarian church space rock light up the sydney sky like the angels return. 'cortez' was beyond description,
anyways mr. kilbey, have a good xmas and may your space ship come in.
I found your note floating in space
so I put it in a mail box
on the moon
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your space cake and eat it too
My dear captain
im afraid I have gone sonic
and the frequencies are aflame
it beckons, I feel it every morning
in my spacesuit youll find a small bit of paper
it reads a poem
for you and for all.
Song Of The Sannyasin
Wake up the note! the song that had its birth
Far off, where worldly taint could never reach,
In mountain caves and glades of forest deep,
Whose calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fame
Could ever dare to break; where rolled the stream
Of knowledge, truth, and bliss that follows both.
Sing high that note, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Strike off thy fetters! Bonds that bind thee down,
Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore;
Love, hate—good, bad—and all the dual throng,
Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free;
For fetters, though of gold, are not less strong to bind;
Then off with them, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Let darkness go; the will-o’-the-wisp that leads
With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom.
This thirst for life, for ever quench; it drags
From birth to death, and death to birth, the soul.
He conquers all who conquers self. Know this
And never yield, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
"Who sows must reap," they say, "and cause must bring
The sure effect; good, good; bad, bad; and none
Escape the law. But whoso wears a form
Must wear the chain." Too true; but far beyond
Both name and form is Atman, ever free.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om! "
They know not truth who dream such vacant dreams
As father, mother, children, wife, and friend.
The sexless Self! whose father He? whose child?
Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One?
The Self is all in all, none else exists;
And thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
There is but One—The Free—The Knower—Self!
Without a name, without a form or stain.
In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.
The witness, He appears as nature, soul.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world
Nor that can give. In books and temples vain
Thy search. Thine only is the hand that holds
The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament,
Let go thy hold, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Say, "Peace to all: From me no danger be
To aught that lives. In those that dwell on high.
In those that lowly creep, I am the Self in all!
All life both here and there, do I renounce,
All heavens and earths and hells, all hopes and fears."
Thus cut thy bonds, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Heed then no more how body lives or goes,
Its task is done. Let Karma float it down;
Let one put garlands on, another kick
This frame; say naught. No praise or blame can be
Where praiser praised, and blamer blamed are one.
Thus be thou calm, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Truth never comes where lust and fame and greed
Of gain reside. No man who thinks of woman
As his wife can ever perfect be;
Nor he who owns the least of things, nor he
Whom anger chains, can ever pass thro’ Maya’s gates.
So, give these up, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Have thou no home. What home can hold thee, friend?
The sky thy roof, the grass thy bed; and food
What chance may bring, well cooked or ill, judge not.
No food or drink can taint that noble Self
Which knows Itself. Like rolling river free
Thou ever be, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Few only know the truth. The rest will hate
And laugh at thee, great one; but pay no heed.
Go thou, the free, from place to place, and help
Them out of darkness, Maya’s veil. Without
The fear of pain or search for pleasure, go
Beyond them both, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
Thus, day by day, till Karma’s powers spent
Release the soul for ever. No more is birth,
Nor I, nor thou, nor God, nor man. The "I"
Has All become, the All is "I" and Bliss.
Know thou art That, Sannyasin bold! Say—
"Om Tat Sat, Om!"
- Swami Vivekananda
happy HoLYdaZe
jaime r.............
dean=audience
the planet was still as it hung in space, a low whirring growing exponentially as the mean orbital velocity, maximised the distance to the sun. Body mass index off the scale, the axes fell carelessly, sweet timelings and billy thorpe lay slain. They were the masters of the multiverse and yet they chose to communicate in sound waves constructed to enhance emotional response. Someone shouted “the gods have returned, the gods have returned" but the millenniums that they had spend in analogical meditation horrified the digital dexterous ones, we reached for our revolvers but fortunately, due to stringent gun laws, we could only clap their empty hands together in appreciation.
Happy XXmas
way down'
he's
nt down
spc clown
actors
reactors
reacting
to
a sound
not
out loud
not
internal
but eternal
now
i ask
you
and i
wonder,
why.
how
many times
you've
entered
the imagin'
ation
fictional
memory
moment of
illusion
HOW
i use
to wonder
DOES
this man
invade
my dreams
thoughts
emotios
WHY
do i care
for him
everyday
the man
whom
i've met
twice
three times?
how can
words
how
can mem
ory
how
can this
be
more
than
this
or
what it
is
it is
i forgot
to
mention
no,
no nevermind,
that's
not
me..
.....it
is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i thought i saw forever between tewo misages ... but it was invisible [to me]
not to worry
~
Hauskaa Joulua ja hyvaa uutta vuotta!
That was a wonderful xmas eve treat - ta very much.
Christmas love to you from England. Hope you have a great time with all those women in your family!
Love you more
Dave M
xx
space travels in my blood,there a'int nothin' i can do about it,long journeys wear me out,but i know i can't live without it.i think i'm on another planet with you. (peter perrett,'the only ones' '77)-------it seems as though we have become some sort of cyber-family,the 21st century is a strange place to be!, no? seasons greetings to all at chez kilbey,and to all those you love(and even those you don't.)have a spiffing time one and all,much luv,andy L.
photos of the killer bee here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/damselfly58/sets/72157594298581989/
Observations from a basement
- very nice sonic stylings from william, reminded me of the old avant guarde, fluxus et al.
- A varied array of musical pieces, deep purple and hawkwind being well rendered by the veg collective.
- It seemed to me (and I was at very close range - could see your songwords on the floor and examine the chips and divets in your new Fender bass) that you were temporarily transported elsewhere during the performance - where did you go to?
- I was astonished at mwp's guitar playing. He is clearly a rock pig par excellence. I could barely take my eyes off him.
- Equally impressive was the drumming of Monsieur Powles. Really quite something. Watching you chaps makes me realise it's too late to take up an instrument as there is no chance of even being 1/100th as good as you.
- There was virtually no communication between band members beyond a few hand signals and looks. SK kept his eyes closed for most of the performance.
- As an observer, it was fascinating. The set did not seem to be playing that long but when I looked at my watch it must have been about two hours and then there was an encore. Each piece was lengthy and layered. There were only two or three opportunities to applaud during the whole set. I found this difficult as I would have liked to clap more.
- There was no talking amongst the crowd that I could notice. I think this was a group of 'true believers'.
- Ummmm....I enjoyed myself and had too much to drink. It was pouring with rain when I left the venue. I was happy though so I didn't mind.
Everyone have a great Christmas.
B.good
B.Bon
.
.
Brilliant, Steven.
Thank you.
Good tidings for the Kristmas thang.
Mave.
Love the sci theme stuff, what are you currently reading? Have a great xmas < best thoughts to all!> Thx
famished
gb3 cd
track 1
absolutely gorgeous
it is a merry xmas
and to you and yours
wow...sounds like the space party was amazing! great reviews throughout! need it over here...or start video taping. would love a dvd of the magnetic strip tour. ah hell, better yet just come do it in atlanta! it's almost christmas here...i can wish.
steve, just read a year end bulletin from rob dickinson on myspace...if ya haven't already, you may want to give it a read...it was very thoughtful and he said some kind things about you and marty.
anyway...got presents to wrap...and some more presents to wrap. merry christmas to you and yours steve, and also to anyone else who may read this. it's a pleasure to be a part of this little colony.
take care.
mark
Thanks for the information. Keep it up. Best greetings.
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A great one sk!!
sk, merry xmas.
;]
Merry Christmas to the beautiful Kilbey family:
SK
NK
Ellie and Minna
Eve and Aurora
and little Miss Scarlet who says "wow" all the time
Blessed be - all of you.
I dig the Solaris soundtrack too Steve -- and the film. It happens to suit today's blog as well, especially the end there...
--william
please enjoy this humble home grown low rez (from the hi deff orthodoxy un-mix...) what the kris kringle did he just say...?
i don't know
luf mem
Dear Steve,
Wishing you and your family much love, health and happiness.
Valerie, George & Sophie
"friction claws at us"
But we're crazy 'bout it.
John
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