She puts her own spin on the titles, tells her own stories and the result is remarkable. Jones borrows the song titles of music icon David Bowie in this stunning collection of poetry and makes them her own. Proctor (author of The Savage Crown Series)įive Years is a chapbook that really talks to your soul and is an absolute must read for anyone. Maybe he’s smiling now, after Five Years, knowing that we miss him.

poems, a range of hues that her inspirator would have smiled at. G Fm Pushing thru' the market square Em C So many mother sighing A News had just come over C G Am We had five years left to cry in G Fm News guy wept and told us Em C Earth was really dying A Cried so much, his face was wet C G Am Then I knew he was not lying.

There are touches of tenderness, nostalgia, darkness, cruelty, humour, joy in B.F. These are not literal reinterpretations, of course, they are the author’s variations born from a poignant line plucked from the lyrics, like in Heroes, or a fugitive emotion, an unconscious tickle, as in We are the Dead, or a yearning for eternity, in Ashes to Ashes. The result is beautiful poetry accessible to all, Bowie fans or not.ī F Jones wraps her own poetic Sound & Vision around 25 songs chosen in David Bowie’s massive catalogue. I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.In this 25 poems, B F Jones borrows David Bowie's titles and revisits his themes and obsessions, as a way to honour his memory. News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in Pushing through the market square, So many mothers sighing News had just come over, We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us, Earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet, Then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies I saw boys, toys, electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short.

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