Thursday, October 11, 2007

burly fin

when its over
when its all over
walk to houses
in darknesses
your skin is shivery
shuddering slightly
as neurons and nerves still fizz and pop
trees black shapes in warm night
girl in dreamy mood
you try to talk
what was it you said
did it make any sense
suddenly back in the world of sense
no longer sensual or sensuous or
empire of the senses
just sense
a name
a number
a number of names
names of numbers
the mundane world was waiting
but i reentered it from another angle
i had been a seer
and i had seen
i had penetrated some of earths mystery
but what was it now you thought about it
so much uncontainable with words
much of a muchness you might say
all too much indeed
hard to tell what happened as it happens
im having a shower terri says as she wanders away
you walk into town and buy some fanta
unbelievably you meet 2 guys you know from canberra
staying in a big house a few miles away in the night
room for me ? you say
yeah they say
and you climb in the back of their panel van
stretch out on the mattress in the back
they never even wake you up when they arrive
you go on sleeping until morning
climb out
its the next day
as per usual
the festival begins
bands come on
some amazingly good
some amazingly fucking bad
its loud and hot
your sunburnt and your ears hurt
you buy your first ever veggie burger
ah its delicious
down at the creek the people are bathing naked
steven you got an eyefull
your friends from canberra getting eyefull as well
people tripping and naked women
music jamming the frequencies
yeah offer the cops some flowers
smoking cigarettes with strangers
tully or some one
or tamam shud
or khavas jute
which was it
oh they were real real good
the music was picking up from mushrooms echoes
the music at this volume with all these people
the music with guitars spiralling upwards like a galaxy
the music pounding out the beat
all the players blond longhaired jesus like that
the bass guitar so fat and juicy exploding in your abdomen
like a lovely kick in the minds guts
the bass guitar pumping and rolling
the bass guitar travelling so low just above the ground
the bass guitar like a rubber punch in the head
the bass guitar like a brutal bastard
the bass guitar pummels you into next week
the bass guitar oh yeah
wow doesnt that make up your mind
toby twirl in the boiling crowd
wow hes wasted i guess
king astral come on
theyre ok
theyre pretty good
theyre alright
terrys good though
terry looks like apollo up there
his white precision
his bare feet
the wind lifts hair like a halo around him
he stares out skywards
like hes communicating with zeus
i like the music
but not the singer
hes a bit of a shouter
macho moves too
of course
it turns out
he is terris boyfriend
everything is strange
you see them together
how do you feel
sick
why dwell on it
you could have made a mountain out of it
you hopped in back of mates panel van with 2 other guys
you drove away
back down the coast
smoke cigarettes
drink flavoured milk
eat chips and toasted tomato sandwich
dropped off at terris house
where blue car waits patiently
a gentle melancholy has set in
the elation has ebbed away
the rain is falling like it was only a few nights ago here
same rain
same night
no terry
or terri
just you
the mazda starts up with a cough and a jerk
radio playing if not for you
a sweet stab in your heart
it reminds you of them
and that eternity ago
when you were on the road to nimbin
only a matter of days
the pebbles crunch underfoot
the lawn is lush
a man comes out of the gate
looks at me as i drive off
the father i suppose
he certainly looked like it
there absence is an ache to me
i miss them
im so lonely and lonesome and alone
i drive south towards sydney
some people there maybe i could stayanight
sydney with his lights and noise
i want to drown my loneliness amongst its crowds
i'll go to bondi and eat chips and body surf
i'll think of terry and terri constantly
i'll feel like i'm grieving and leaving and temporary
i'll watch telly and have a cup of tea
i'll have a proper shower
and a lie down
i'll walk down hall street at night
see my reflections in the windows
hear music in my head
feel better
soon

47 comments:

Fandorin said...

thank you for the novel. a teenage symphony in a coconut shell and six movements.

Anonymous said...

:-( =*3l==l ....xxA

Anonymous said...

Don't worry Killer,

you've still got me.

B.Bon

Faye said...

Terri would be pretty bloody stupid to choose the pop star over you SK....imagine if she knew the person you truly are!You would need a glue solvent .You are so beautiful Steve,and ,a beautiful writer,and human being,one of god's most magnificent beasts. peace and love . XO

Anonymous said...

swimming naked?..yeeehah!..Yes! ..love . ;-)))

Anonymous said...

This says nothing to me about my life - but I love the way you've imbued it with a sense of warm, hazy reflectionand the hint that somewhere out there tonight, just behind the surface in the non-linear process of time, that night is still happening. Wonderful.

veleska1970 said...

parting is sweet sorrow, huh? i'm sad it is over.

Anonymous said...

shit isn't it the way...many good things always seem to come to an end but much of the bad shit just keeps on grinding on...
what a poignant ending to a pivotal life event...wonder what terry and terri are doing these days...i agree with faye, terri must have had rocks in her head to pass you by...
love always
-The Hellbound Heart

Anonymous said...

Oh how I love the way you write, my lord...came here today after a long absence to find you fresh and fierce and finely unbalanced as you ever were. In your hands dreams become truths and fables histories. Do you have any idea how relentlessly brilliant this really is ??! I wonder today, as always - when are you going to share this with the plebs and make some serious money ? Thank you for reviving me, for inspiring me, for finding the world in a grain of sand. I miss you.
Love to you & your girls
Julia xx

12str said...

the sweetness of the pain..
the pain that gives birth to so much poetry,music and art.. it tought me a lot... i miss it sometimes... so simple.. black or white.. joy or sorrow... it all fades to grey as you grow older..

Anonymous said...

if you cry onto your computer,will it explode?...that was so sad SK,and beautiful..."Hearts will never be practical,until they are made unbreakable"-the tin man-the wizard of oz...what bittersweet mechanism we are blessed with..a heart that soars with love,because that is its potential,and as a result of its intensity and presence,can shatter just as devastatingly..we're all so lucky to be alive,and feel this...EVERYTHING IS NOW!...and Terri?...what a wally she is,letting you drive away..she needs a good seeing to,that girl!...beauty and sadness,a beautiful blog SK!,....a lovely night to you ,love,as always,gen xxxxx

isolde said...

hmmph
good riddance!
now wash that two timin trollop right outta your hair

Anonymous said...

* you are so special...so beautiful!*.....jb x

Anonymous said...

I'd say that you are still the SK that you always have been,as you are the on in here...but to me,after reading this blog,you don't seem as dauntingly unapproachable..../gb love .

Ethereal Butterfly said...

poignant and beautiful all at once.... I think you've inspired us all to drive back in time in our little blue cars for a while, I know I have..... flutter flutter flutter........

thank you

Candy said...

tooth-ache!Mmmmmmmmm{sigh} chilli n chocolate n a brandy soaked prune.;-) hee hee ! x

Anonymous said...

beautiful one,good night x

fantasticandy said...

i just had a particularly crappy day at work.
came home and read this.
i'm stumped..don't know what to say.

thanks?...that seems somehow inadequate.
luv,
andy L.

Cee said...

lord, can you hear me now...or am I lost?

mandn said...

it's been so long Orpheus.
Sorry to have been away.

happiness to you and all

Cheers!
M

verdelay said...

As we've all just seen
It's all still there
Unchanged
Ever changing
Always pulsating
This creature of shadows we naively call
Memory
She's still 19
You're still 113
The same water flows
In exactly the same spot
Nothing has moved
Except everything else
And like sparks from the mane of the beast
A thousand fires light up
All around the world
A thousand first times
Align like stars in a dark firmament
A map of the heavens
We all look up in wonder
And wonder how we'll ever follow it
With just another day.

Anyway, thanks for that. A little light just flickered on somewhere deep and dark.

Brien Comerford said...

An adroitly composed and emotional blog full of yearning, melancholy and resignation. I hope Morrissey does not read Sk's blogs because he will use much of the material as inspiration for his sad songs about unrequited love. These days SK is amidst nothing but love in his female dominated abode.

David Cameron and Gordon Born are more appealing than George "Bulldozer" Bush and Dick "Chainsaw" Cheney the most environmentally destructive Presidential administration in modern history.

davem said...

Glad you chose the bass and that you've never been a shouter.
The voice gets better but you never, ever compromised it over all these years. Pure silk ,the perfect voice for the sonic soundscapes only The Chrunch can create. Listened to Saturation played very loud earlier....effing heck. Very, very proud of what you've done and I'm very privileged to have been along for the ride.
Love you more,

davem
x

davem said...

Brilliantly said Julia. Please stay tuned in each day? This man deserves it. Please subscribe.
x

Anonymous said...

passionately,and sadly,and ever so slowly,going around the riverbend,in the fog..;-( x blinded by music,deafened by silence.the river flows without me ,and I want to swim.I am wading my way through the reeds.I need a hand to hold,on these mossy rocks today.

Thelonious said...

Track Terri down Steve. You still probably are in there with a chance 30yrs on.

Anonymous said...

A movie in the making sk, what a great writer you are.

I can't wait to hear what you've been up to in the real world, any news on Painkiller, the new Church album recordings, the Church tour, the Mimesis tour(ha!)...are you happy, healthy, what's on the ipod.... ANYTHING??
Have a lovely day in the sun (it's miserable here, rain, wind, dark & cold...blah!)
Love Amanda

Brien Comerford said...

In concurrence with other commentors I entreat, beseech, implore and respectfully request SK to release a best of the Time Being Compilation. So many of the blogs have been sheer masterpieces. It's posible to be the greatest vocalist in music and a writer of prose and poetry par excellance. Sk's boundless talent is inimitable and untameable. Lucid and otherworldy. It would be appropos if SK made his fortune through writing. I'm addicted to the Church, The Time Being, Meatless cuisine and Jim Beam.

lily was here said...

I get this recurring feeling of being in the same places as you at the wrong time. Everyone has this god or goddess in their past, we store them in our memory and hope that they do or dont come back to disappoint us :)

love Sue
x
Julia, I've missed you!

lily was here said...

ps damn button! Your poignant memories have been some of the most beautiful things you've ever writteN. I really think you've got to put this in audio, with music.

Anonymous said...

Another sad beautiful dreamy day of your life drifts away and into the collective consciousness. Like any true artist your words captivate and caress the senses and inspire contemplation and reflection. Thanks for the hurly burly brilliance it has been a great ride. Not that I enjoyed seeing you let terri walk away. I can't believe you didn't tell her how you felt. You all but had her. She was just waiting for a sign. Youthful unrequited love stains us forever. I hope you learnt well from it.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful story, could easily become a novella - Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance or the Peaceful Warrior. The parts about being lost and lonely really break me.....Interesting reading the bit about ONJ's "If not for you". She's here in Saskatoon in concert this Saturday.

Mike (in Canada)

XO said...

! love .

Centuryhouse said...

Steve, brilliantly done - again. A great wrap up. It should be on paper, in our hands next time you do a book.

I was going to say this last one reminds me of the Blurred Crusade album mixed with Forget Yourself and a smidge of Starfish - but I guess that wouldn't make sense to anyone else :-)

Daniel W>

Anonymous said...

If I were Terri,I would have stood infront of your car,and not let you drive away SK!.../cwx

Anonymous said...

Steve,
you broke her heart, you let her go too easily.

Anonymous said...

SK is a sensitive,respectful,and gentle creature.It's a curse on one hand,and a blessing on the other...I think you'll find that Terri would have felt the same of you....x

Anonymous said...

loser

relic said...

If you had the choice back then between two wishes, a hypothetical, then Steve, which choice would be the stronger? ...being Terry or being with Terri?

Anonymous said...

terri was smitten and would have swapped her outmoded life with her charming yet predictable rockstar lover,because she had glimpsed your magic,but you turned and walked away

Anonymous said...

Trri is still alive?yeah?..if you remember her..there's a great chance that she may remember you too..Terri could have let your tyres dowm if she was nasty enough.Maybe she assumed that you didn't want her?..."having the courage to ask for what you want,is half the battle*" some things are worth another look...I do hope there is a B-side to this stuff SK!

Anonymous said...

the kilbey blog rarely disappoints

Anonymous said...

SK is the best!..where's the friday magic?right here!....xxA

lily was here said...

This also conjures up the lonely melancholy of 'the awful ache'.

Anonymous said...

i'll be back later to read your magic! x love .

isolde said...

zehn and the art of the eternal triangle

Anonymous said...

love .

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