Onophotopoeia

Some times even the most mundane of scenes, the most commonplace of faces or the most trivial of objects prove to be a cradle of beauty...unleashing new meanings when looked at again and again. The true magic of photography lies in the fact that we can capture the fleeting moments to revisit them...to listen to the music that the image resounds... Onophotopoeia...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Wouldn't we miss him?...

Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose armbands beat
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?

The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?

--Syd Barrett (1946-2006)

A small tribute to the unforgettable Madcap and his mercurial ways.

"Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr,
And shine..."

5 Comments:

Blogger kundalini said...

nice. no wonder gift and you are friends. :)

Tuesday, 11 July, 2006  
Blogger CrAzY DiAmOnd said...

Thanks K ...
We are both extremely saddened and lending each other shoulders to cry on!

Wednesday, 12 July, 2006  
Blogger sattva said...

really liked this. for the longest time, i was a big floyd fan without knowing about syd barret!!! appalling, i know :)

Wednesday, 12 July, 2006  
Blogger Sayan said...

How I wish....how I wish u were here!
India kobe fircho?

Saturday, 07 October, 2006  
Blogger CrAzY DiAmOnd said...

@Sayan:
All in good time bro :)

Saturday, 14 October, 2006  

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