Tag Archives: David Bowie

It’s not deliberate but each poem since the loss of Bowie has been inspired by him.  My aunt Carmie sent a link to Lorde’s performance at the Brit awards, where she sang Life on Mars.  Not over familiar with her music I continued to listen to more, then wrote this Stars and Vacuums Do you see what I see? Do …

I knew you by the shape of the air you left behind It couldn’t hold your essence Couldn’t fit within the mind I knew you in the silence the pause between the notes Free beyond the music It rises and it floats Words may awe and dazzle birth thought to voice and form but that is not the way you …

If I could escape mental chains rigid with rust Discover elements which rise and combust Only then could I honour Bowie the man but he is a blackstar and I simply am All that I have Is my black lump of coal To burn for the one who ignites the soul Until fire turns to ashes and, ashes to dust …

First listening to the David Bowie album Blackstar, released 2 days before his death, I simply didn’t like it, it jarred.  It is not bop while you get on with your day music, it demands.  Sometimes music needs to grow on you, grow into you, send roots into the loam of you, but rewards with a view from its highest …

Outside the world of instant communication, David Bowie was still alive in my world, the day after his death.  On our road trip, drought parched Karoo scenery assaulted my field of vision, myriad deaths surrounded me, brown grass bereft of life, skeletal antelope, warthog brave with hunger grazed on bended knee.  Bowie was still alive in this world, his death had …