Blackstar

Just some miscellaneous observations and thoughts: Little smiley embroidered on the astronaut's suit blows a kiss to his son re:his great film 'Moon'. Bowie respects his audience and has a sense of humour. He knows it will entertain us to be confounded and to take the piss is acceptable, because we can hack it.

He is/was a star. In an interview once he spoke of past tangles with Crowleyism. Maybe part of him feels a little incredulous at his continuing fame, and he wonders whether he might unwittingly have done a bit of a Johnny Favorite. A lot of ambivalence about the direction his life has taken and how much he agency he really had in the teeth of the juggernaut of the industry around him and about him.

If everything is in reverse, upside down, the wrong way round, mirrored, if he was born the wrong way round, that could be why he's a space oddity, a stranger in a strange land in a world, an oyster that couldn't absorb or dissolve him and so built him into a pearl.

Possible small cruelties referred to: A critic who said he'd come to nothing Someone who threatened an afraid or in pain person with withholding of medication, and then frightened them A grim reaper who doesn't speak here of stopping the mouth or breaking the legs but of taking away the dying person's selfhood [passport] and mobility [shoes]

In the mirror universe in which David is Famous when he perhaps shouldn't have been- and in fact isn't, in the ordinary universe on the other side of the mirror- and feels like a straw man, host to the projected fantasies of millions, the women who mourn him don't cry as Mary did at the death of her crucified son, but instead see him off with loving smiles that are comforting.

Someone has been his stalwart through hard times of confusion, pain and doubt; through it all, their eyes.

It's important to live authentically, to be brave and take someone's place in a spirit of sacrifice if it seems required, to talk tall and not to lie, to see clearly, to stay alive on the inside, feel fully, not to shrink the outlook or apsirations or dampen the emotions- daydream of eagles, diamonds in eyes. The astronaut's skull has been adorned with precious gems. They came to be there through a combination of his own efforts to love life and the cherishing given by admirers. To feel fully is painful, especially to know what is right and the importance of that in any given moment, but it's not easy seeing this if you feel you've been consigned, or volunteered to go, to the misfit/oddity/shadow side of life.

The taking of the place- was it a kind of usurping, again the guilt at having been chosen? None of this has to have been deliberately written. People just write whatever and then follow where the evocations lead. It's not necessarily an intricately made puzzle with every bit representing anything directly. Usurping, like the moon usurps the sun during an eclipse. The moon is cold and lonely and desolate, a lonely place to be, like the world if you feel like an oddity.

The Astronaut's clothes are worn and damaged. He's been knocked about by life and has tried to patch himself up makeshift. He's ramshackle.

Maybe a worst-case scenario vision of the fearful process of dying [possibly assisted], supported by one loving person in a nightmare world in which the dead person's remains will inevitably become relics to be worshipped by primitive subjugates [a certain kind of fan] and their power-broker priests [those who will process the sole soul into a legend/commodity].