My wife woke me up today with news that David Bowie had died.
I had the good taste not to laugh in her face, but this sounded ridiculous. I accept that his physical body has failed, but in no sense is Bowie dead. We still have his movies and his music; it's not like we have to turn those in. He is still vibrantly alive in our hearts and minds, there's no question of that. For fuck's sake, he's inspiring ordinary people to write poetry right this minute! After his ersatz "death" he is still acting upon our lives.
When my body fails, I will be dead and forgotten. Bowie's the opposite on both counts. Nobody can do better than that.
Watching all my friends in very real pain, however, that's what has me choked up.