Yesterday, this very provincial poet enjoyed a rare day in London. The main reason: David Bowie Is at the V & A.
Online tickets having sold out for the duration, I joined the thankfully moving queue for tickets and engaged in ‘seventees reminiscence with the ladies in front of me. Forty minutes later, ticket bagged, I had time for an Earl Grey tea break in the Madejski Garden before my 12.15 slot (another, shorter queue).
Two hours and two galleries later, I’d looked through a series of multi-media ‘windows’ on an artist who found it easier to create characters and inhabit their worlds than to be himself. I did enjoy seeing all those iconic stage costumes close up, and the photographs, album covers, artefacts, film projections, etc. But I became most absorbed in Bowie’s songwriting and his creative processes. Here are the original lyrics of Ziggy Stardust, in his juvenile script:
and cut-up lyrics for Blackout from Heroes (1977):
But Bowie’s Verbasizer must have been innovative, ahead of its time:
David Bowie was/is a true artist, a visionary. I’ll leave you with his breakthrough single, the very timely Space Oddity (1969):