Day 24 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Art of a Story and Death” #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #100WordWednesday #poetry


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting last week’s #100WordWednesday flashfiction prompt. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is “to write a poem of ekphrasis — that is, a poem inspired by a work of art.” The A to Z Challenge GoodRead’s Prompt begins with the letter U. 

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Credit: Bikurgurl – Her Photograph and work of art for the prompt 🙂

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To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber. The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself. 

― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet”

(Sorry finding a Q name for this piece impossible but there is Q in Disquiet!)

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The photograph is lovely at first, 

A brilliant blue sky, soft winds of cool breezes, 

The Atlantic still icy, but forgiving. 

Trees rise and guard the home, the lighthouse, 

Ancient ones in slumber as spring yet approaches. 

Rock walls prevent a fall below, to the unforgiving chill. 

Hypothermia comes quickly here, 

But the scenery makes up for the inherent danger. 

Bright pink of the house stands out and the tower above matches, 

Glows in the night when the boats pass by, 

Protecting and guiding ships. 

The long grass still waiting to be verdent, 

Not dry crumpled straw. 

And the owners of the house are silent, keeping to themselves, 

Their only sense of existing, is the light that glares, when outside the tower is dark. 

Spring is slowly birthing, but the ocean’s still freezing, 

And the danger is too real for ships too close.  

And a stranger walking watches from the dim, 

Holding back a dog barking in madness. 

The bulb has burnt out, now disaster is unhinged, 

The ship clips the cliff, the house crumbles and the ship sinks, 

Screams in the night, in the Atlantic’ waters cold numbness. 

And when all is said and done, only the lighthouse stands, 

With a burnt out bulb of fault. 

How can this photograph be a work of art? 

Is there art in dying? 

Or is art and death as a perception, to ambigious to be real? 

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Poem: David Bowie’s Obituary


  

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David Bowie’s gone away, who knew it was going to be today.

Actually, it happened yesterday, when he passed away.

Surrounded by his loved ones, having lost the fight that many lose.

The battle with Cancer, a battle that took the man David Jones whose,

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Better known as David Bowie, a legend, who took “music, sexuality, fashion,”

And used them as his “playthings.” When he sang, he performed — it was his passion.

And if you remember Bowie’s  second album, and the song “Space Oddity.”

You’ll think of the story of a Major Tom abandoned in space, a bit of a morbidity.

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Bowie followed up his hit with: The Man Who Sold The World.

“Life on Mars” and “Oh You Pretty Things,” defined music in the 1970’s and Bowie was awhirl.

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars had many well played songs.

“Starman,” “Suffragette City,” and “Rock’n’Roll Suicide, “people sang with Bowie in throngs.

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Looking at Bowie’s personal life there’s his first wife, Angie Barnett and a talented Hollywood producer son; he divorced Angie in nineteen-eighty.

Bowie was also enthralled with the Rock’n’roll lifestyle: “drink, drugs” and a “vigorous bisexuality.”

His first character was the “sexually ambiguous” Ziggy from his album in nineteen-seventy-two.

But he killed him off and became Aladdin Sane; became an American ‘whose who.’

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“Cracked Actor” and ” Jean Genie” were also major music hits; Bowie became more,

Not only a singer and songwriter but a producer for Lou Reed whose album soared.

Then came The Apocalyptic Diamond Dogs; an album for Bowie was usually a win,

And the songs, “Golden Years,” “Knock on Wood,” and especially “Fame,” brought him to the USA and fan’s grins.

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Mixing “electronic soul and avant-guard” Bowie changed direction in Berlin.

He acted in The Man Who Fell From Earth and updated Major Tom’s story in,

“Ashes to Ashes;” but Bowie also came into the nineteen-eighties with pulsing electronic dance.

“China girl,” “Modern Girl,” and  — a duet with Mick Jagger  –“Dancin’ in the Streets,” were popular songs by more than only chance.

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Bowie’s band Tin Machine was into heavy metal and Bowie re-examined his,

Rock’n’Roll roots, producing two “questionable” albums and brought out this,

Heathen album in two-thousand-and-two; he acted as Nikola Tesla, as an illusionist, and in the movie The Prestige Bowie lived,

Sadly, we come near the end — Bowie released The Next Day, album in two-thousand-thirteen; it was wonderful music to give.

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Bowie’s last album came, a beautiful present, Black Star, on his sixty-ninth Birthday, shortly before his death.

Now the performer has passed; an enigma gone to sleep; the actor, producer, performer, and writer at rest.

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Based on David Bowie’s Obituary online at the BBC:

(http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-12494821)

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