The Next Day

Things happen. There is an outpouring of grief. Then life moves on.

I’m interested in how the world reacted to Bowie’s death, and there are things I would like to write about. However, I am stupidly busy right now and I don’t have time to deal with drama. (A follow-up post on The Danish Girl is being shelved for the same reason.) However, there have been some really good posts, a couple of which I’d like to share with you.

Charlie Jane Anders did a great obituary on io9 about Bowie’s status as a champion of the outsider.

There’s also a really good post by Lou Anders. Lou makes the excellent point that two people could be fanatical Bowie fans, but be fanatics about two totally different incarnations of the man.

Lots of people mourned Bowie using his own words, and there was quite a lot of variety in the words chosen. As far as queer folk go, I think that Helen Boyd probably had the best choice.

And these children that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations
they’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Meanwhile, back to work and to playing lots of Bowie albums.