We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved Earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of Heroic Hearts.
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Oh Boy. Such days. It can be hard at times to say aloud that which is truly unspoken in the heart. When what we are trying to express with clarity is obscured by a blizzard of ill- judged sounds that pass for words. We sound angry when we aim for temperance. We sound ignorant when we strive for wisdom. Words just fail as they often times do when a man tries to speak from his heart. But this I can say with an absolute certainty;I loved David Bowie and I always will.It is hard to imagine a world that no longer has such a precious being in it..
Just days to absorb Blackstar, To look at those accompanying videos and realise the context in which they were created. The Heart aches..
But it sings too. A heart filled with songs that will never stop. With work that will never rot.
Bowie sang his life and we all listened and it was a better kinder world for it.
I wish I could sing. I would sing for him and like a host of angels sing him to his sleep.
Good night David and thank you for everything.
