SYD BARRETT DIED. 60years of age.

wouldn't you miss me?

 

Yes it's terribly sad... I was devastated when I heard the news, although I realise that Syd deserves to be in a better place... ever since his breakdown, he's had no one on this planet to relate to, no one on the same wavelength.. maybe he'll find it in the Astronomy Domine. Pink Floyd are my favourite band and Syd Barrett's music changed my perception of life and the way I look at it... I'll never forget the contribution he made towards me finding myself..

 

Syd Barrett's Flowered Garden

1.

Not ageing, not going bald
or cultivating fat, eating too many pork chops,
wearing hand-me-down cardigans
in faded out pinks and browns,
not forgetting
the dusty stringless guitars in the basement...

Syd Barrett's spirit roams bird-free
scattering a spiral of psychedelic bats
from the cob-webbed belfry
of his scintillating mind...amazing us with his words,
his fragile breaking voice, a zen koan
echoing on and on
forever

We were scraping the surface of the moon,
exposing our dog-bellies to the Goddess,
lost to the sound, in effervescing light.

It was the pursuit of the miraculous, really.

I was sleeping in the woods one night
and I saw a woman appear from nowhere:
it was her, it was Emily...

Diamond-eyed, he trip hops
through tantalising tulips:
this shaman, this seer,
this poet, this voyant...

this ultracoloured madcap, his laughter coming
from deep within the heart of nowhere.

2.

So tell me Syd, what exactly is a dream?

It was playing Interstellar Overdrive
over and over for hours and hours.

It was too many trips.

It was the mad bastards I lived with.

It was leggy, open-mouthed groupies.

It was always wanting to paint.

It was smashing a twelve-string guitar
to matchwood splinters.

It was brylcream and mandrax
melting to mush in the limelight.

It was playing
only one chord
forever and ever.

It was being called Roger
and living in a suburban semi
with mother.

It was being hospitalised
for having too many dreams.

3.

In my dreams Syd
your spirit rises above the penumbra
of burnt-out acid madness.

You are dancing and singing,
all movement accomplished in six stages,
your voice lilting,
echoing across time, across space,
painting pictures in the sunset
where seven is the number of the young light.

You are the quintessence of spirit, of laughter,
of second sight

reverberating in the raw bone,
in the naked soul of every drifting dreamer.

You once said
change returns success, action brings good fortune.

So here, cast your brass coins
in the Sybil's cleansing fire,
be hypnotised by the shadow of this rainbow.

Throw away the sedatives,
turn back the clock and rewind the years.

Run naked
through the mystery
of this forever-flowered garden.

Be mythological.

Sing your tripped out poetry
deep into the heart of everyone.

by Dee Rimbaud

If you enjoyed this poem, you can read more on my website at http://www.rimbaud.org.uk

If you know of any more Syd Barrett fans who might enjoy this poem, feel free to email it to them. Also, if you've got a blog and you want to post this poem in it I'd be totally cool with that too.

 

"It's been just like you're gone
For just one day for so long!
It's been so hard to bear with you not there
But though I think of you, the things you do
When I'm with you, to be with you,
To be alone...can only think:
"Why I am here? What's meant to be?""


~Syd, this was not meant to be...we all miss you~

 

it was a sad day when I found out that syd died. I listen to piper at the gates of dawn all the time, and his solo stuff too. he was a genious man.

 

its sad... but if it werent for syd getting kicked out of floyd, we may not have ever seen david gilmour.

 

That's a terrible thing to say. This isn't about Syd getting kicked out of the band...it's about him being DEAD. I am not agreeing with you,but I love David Gilmour as well...but still, David Gilmour is no justification for Syd's death...R.I.P

 

i do like David Gilmour more than Syd Barrett, but their is no doubting Syd's impact

(S)hine on (Y)ou crazy (D)iamond

 

syd was more -AAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Dave was more -SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH

 

i had never noticed it before, but the picture in Lather's sig really shows Syd being pushed out of the band, like they brought in David Gilmour and then Syd is cold shouldered to being in the background

sad really

 

Hehe. I agree. I love both with a fucking passion.

 

i bought a new pipe and named it Syd after Syd Barrett

and i have the article printed in Guitar One about him hanging on my wall in my room

 

Aww. I named my cat after him but I had to give the cat away,which was with MUCH reluctance. He lives down the road,though. I can visit him any time.