The poems are a treat,so plz do spread this and also add the link to your site if you want to.To commemorate the first anniversary of Syd Barrett's death, we have published, in an electric jurnal called Ecclectica (Brandon University, Canada), a series of poems with illustrations and music.
We would greatly appretiate it if you could pass along our website to your members or friends, or even to include it as a link or new information on your own website. Thank you.
And thank you for your great and original website. Your initiative is much appreciated by anyone sharing passion for the music of the Floyd.
The poems were originally written in French by Mr. Denis Combet in July 2006, with the English translation by Ms. Constance Cartmill (University of Manitoba).
The art work accompanying the poetry is by Lou Visentin. The music is by Mr. Pascal Mascheroni. The cover page illustration and the web site concept are by Jean Vouillon.
You may read additional poems to Syd Barrett which they hope to publish in book form in 2008 on the following web site:http://www.poemstosydbarrett.com
Here are 2 gemsfrom the site :
London Oracle
Dizzying ecstasy on signing with EMI.
Rage and rebellion the day the BBC banned Arnold Layne.
Syd often has that dream about a frenzied Pythia.
For having penetrated the temple at Ephesus,
He is condemned to death in the sacred forest of Artemis.
The goddess, who hunts there, wants to skewer him with her deadly strokes.
So he disguises himself as a woman and assuages her savage anger.
Diana tells him to undress under the profuse brightness.
She admires his feminine beauty, and then prolongs his life.
Whenever there is a full moon,
Hecate reveals to him her mother-of-pearl breasts:
The deity loves him passionately under the watchful eye of the other gods.
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Fluorescent Jousts
Paul McCartney as a sheik,
Marianne Faithfull as a nun,
The great tournament at the Alexandra Palace.
Long colourful banners flapping
Reveal serpents of cosmic light:
The bloody jousts of the 14 Hour Technicolor Dream.
A word magician, whose white guitar, in glissando,
Weakens a transfixed crowd with its phantasmagoric sounds.
The pink flemings take flight, smashing the stained glass of the diaphanous nave,
Creating large luminous bundles of diamonds which pierce
The minds and bodies transfigured by their slender golden spears.
His eyes, two dark globes engulfing the splendid dawn,
Are permeated with past lives revealed at last.
A green fluorescent knight upon a black incandescent stallion
Hands him the double-edged steel, which he grabs with rage:
The axe follows a swift curb, and the head falls.
Blood springs forth: a magical fountain showering the ground.
Impatient, he lifts the visor and recognizes his face:
His screams crack the walls of time.
Sucked into a giant vortex,
He hears the demented laughter of Merlin.
On stage, he is weary with fatigue.
It is the last great battle.
), I can distribute these two examples