08 Feb '10 09:18>
Barrett’s the rock astronomer
boating the Cam’s lime green spine,
wristing downriver like a water-boatman
listening to voices, his schizophrenia
big in the mix
like invasive radio.
…
Echoing slide. It’s paranoia synthesised –
their moon trip – dark side in reverse.
Barrett’s still running through a corridor
As undertow, a brain damaged psycho.
The music road maps inner space.
It’s like a river knocking at the door.
Jeremy Reed, ‘Brain Damage: a short history of the Pink Floyd’, West End Survival Kit.
It’s out there somewhere, while the London rain
slashes the light-polluted scuzz,
wacks down fried leaves, keeps me inside
this rainy, orange October day,
retrieving the Floyd’s mission to locate
the alien in the psychopath.
Outside my window a wet jay
jabs at a red berry gash.
I go out on their dimension,
beamed by the music’s escalating curve,
back to my youth and Apollo
cargoing human hardware to the moon –
their weighted boots grating on dust,
Pink Floyd the terrestrial soundtrack
to space conquest, a white plateau
opening out to three astronauts
learning by hesitant degrees to trust.
Jeremy Reed, ‘Wish You Were Here’, West End Survival Kit.
Excerpted from:
http://www.ballardian.com/review-jeremy-reeds-west-end-survival-kit
boating the Cam’s lime green spine,
wristing downriver like a water-boatman
listening to voices, his schizophrenia
big in the mix
like invasive radio.
…
Echoing slide. It’s paranoia synthesised –
their moon trip – dark side in reverse.
Barrett’s still running through a corridor
As undertow, a brain damaged psycho.
The music road maps inner space.
It’s like a river knocking at the door.
Jeremy Reed, ‘Brain Damage: a short history of the Pink Floyd’, West End Survival Kit.
It’s out there somewhere, while the London rain
slashes the light-polluted scuzz,
wacks down fried leaves, keeps me inside
this rainy, orange October day,
retrieving the Floyd’s mission to locate
the alien in the psychopath.
Outside my window a wet jay
jabs at a red berry gash.
I go out on their dimension,
beamed by the music’s escalating curve,
back to my youth and Apollo
cargoing human hardware to the moon –
their weighted boots grating on dust,
Pink Floyd the terrestrial soundtrack
to space conquest, a white plateau
opening out to three astronauts
learning by hesitant degrees to trust.
Jeremy Reed, ‘Wish You Were Here’, West End Survival Kit.
Excerpted from:
http://www.ballardian.com/review-jeremy-reeds-west-end-survival-kit