I was made for Afternoons

so the death throws of another year and what of it? 40 years on the planet n still too many days with no idea but some stuff has inspired me these 12 months so without further ado . . . kilbey continues to delight inspire inflame n be faithful to a long blog most days a chronicle of ups n downs n gigs not often you get an insight into someones inner land scape n this is a joy along the same lines i discovered arts and letters daily somehow somewhere intellectual artistic literary stimulation good for a mid morning diversion or long afternoon procrastination howies are another thing ethical clothes n lifestyle philosophy good earthy stuff through them too i discovered the do lectures i haven't plumbed the depths of this stuff yet but much food for thought me thinks spiritually a quiet year (its funny how when your job is to speak of the divine that you find you have less and less to say) but a gift from the friend the glenstal book of readings has been a companion through the lit

coralie prince n poet then in no particular order coffee wine cooking italy france jazz funk soul lunch drinks mass "lets get out of here" "listen to this" "let us pray" mysticism silence zen haiku apple children afternoon holidays holy-days the church - musically, physically n sociologically guitars drums hammonds saxophones new clothes crisp sheets bells doc martens shopping winter autumn spring weller dylan townshend lennon mccartney especially harrisson 60's suits sleep dreams jung merton poetry kilbey fires night stars universe time travel books librarys narnia middle earth earth sea aslan gandalf ged father son holy ghost scooters community trust faith hope love now freends you

what is it about this time of year which makes us evaluate it all again? is it the heat which cleanses n burns like fire forcing us to concentrate on what matters inner stuff mind heart n soul as energy can't be spent on too much more than essentials? is it the rituals long lunches n over fed meals presents n trees n photos ops which give way to test match cricket web browsing new books gentle swims all bringing us into slow land n back into ourselves the last few days been good despite this transient vertigo virus that seems to get me after periods of prolonged busyness so i sort of lie there think ponder get bored annoyed angry complacent until it goes away its better today - thank your deity - so theres a small mercy i think about italy n espresso the latin course i am signed up for next year our travel to nz what the future holds for poet and prince guitars n stars n hoop-o-la you get the picture ciao

the day at last dawns prince n poet sleep late in their beds the morning coolness inviting long slumber n gentle dreams ck n i slow the pace coffee is made blogs pursued the paper pages turned all this as we wait for the birth of the king i play the intellectual games of faith sometimes what if how come if we look at it this way you know the barriers we put up - but this celebration breaks through it all if we as st ben says listen with the ear of the heart to the little child the young mother the star the simple shepherds the wise waiting kings even herod - the shadow of ourselves mystery gets me more deeply every year it is a tale which redeems whose ending we sadly know but always hope for a new outcome it brings a hope when all around seems dark n somehow desolate it invites young old those in between to leave behind knowing n controlling instead celebrate trust love so however you celebrate whoever you with whatever your path tradition belief may this christmas the beginning of

allright then? friday night i went with me best and bravest to da church at the quarry n what a show it was nice bit of support from the holy sea not the vatican sort of course quite a cool outfit intense but musical nice local talent then sun down lights on cool breeze beers consumed steve kilbey and the boys hit the stage n proceed to undermine what the hell i thought i was on about four distinguished yet flawed gentleman rocking their way through a set of tunes which paid homage to their past in small ways but was firmly planted in the now alternate tunings long instrumental jams which far from bloated 70's guitar nonsense explored the sonic possibilities of each tune much the same as jazz musicians explore the harmonic and melodic the new tunes melded into t he old not a lot being sad from the stage it was about the music about the exploration it was dark it was mystic in the best sense which delves into the everyday the ordinary sapping every last once of meaning of pers