NOW NO-ONE VISITS

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Number 2-0638

NO-ONE VISITS NOW

My hollow eyes still bleed
For those who will not come
Kneel and wonder now
Upon another’s door,
Behind my cold facade
An aching heart still loves
Arrhythmic sleepless pulse
Beats to an ancient tune.
Within my hallowed shell
Your memories I hold
Like children to the breast
And secrets never told
To me your eyes are blind
My tears are mine alone
And still I wait in vain
For those who will not come.

Poem by Chris Nelson at chrisnelson61

Image by Christine Renney and many thanks for the gift of these words to Chris N from Chris R

BLACK STAR

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Number 2-0385

Obviously, I already knew Space Oddity and the strange beauty of Bowie but one night, in late December 1971, I got on the bus home from Bedford where I met up with my friend Heather. Heather was cool – she worked in the record department W.H.Smiths and she was clutching a bag with a vinyl album in it.
‘Oh’, she said, ‘this is the GREATEST thing I have ever heard – been playing it in the shop all day. You must come round.’ So I got off the bus at her stop and went to her house where I ended up staying the night after listening to Hunky Dory for what seemed hours and hours and not getting bored.

This weekend I have been listening to Black Star and it made me think about ageing and fading and I thought ‘this is vintage Bowie’ and so it is.

I am so sad that we have lost him and his unique take on our world. No doubt, he is hand in hand with Major Tom now, floating together in the tin can.

I saw this graffiti in MK a few months ago and had to take it as it is also from the Flight the Conchords which I love too.

Sayonara David.

MARILYN SAYS HAPPY 2016

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Number 2-0007

Image by Christine Renney

I am sure many people are aware but think of this: Marilyn, had she lived, would have been 90 this year (1 June). Not for her the sadness of plastic surgery and the fear that causes people to have it. I know she died a sad and lonely death but it would only have got worse for her, I believe.

ABANDONED BY SOMEONE’S GOD

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Number 2-0615

Image by Christine Renney

Mark and I often drive out into the Fens which is like visiting another country – reclaimed from the sea, roads that move because of what is below them, canals which rise up to your left and right, yards above your head. We came across the church in a village called Guyhirn. There appear to be no graves in what was the churchyard. It was bleak and dark.