{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Amber Bird | Blog","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog","author_name":"amber","author_url":"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/author\/admin\/","title":"Writing His Own Requiem - Amber Bird | Blog","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"eIqysKRox2\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/2016\/01\/15\/writing-his-own-requiem\/\">Writing His Own Requiem<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/2016\/01\/15\/writing-his-own-requiem\/embed\/#?secret=eIqysKRox2\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Writing His Own Requiem&#8221; &#8212; Amber Bird | Blog\" data-secret=\"eIqysKRox2\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","description":"I want to be clear that this isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t meant to be my tribute or eulogy post. For a variety of reasons, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a private griever and prefer to keep my mourning chiefly out of the public eye. In the days, weeks, and years to come, I will surely continue to reference and reminisce about David Bowie, and I hope those will be seen as acts of love and remembrance, not as public displays of grief. I also want to make sure nobody doubts that I really love Blackstar. What a fine album! What great videos! So, this is also not a critique or criticism of that work. And, as a lover of romance and fine stories, I surely won&#8217;t spend more time trying to ruin the ending that many people are enjoying right\u00c2\u00a0 now. (That I enjoyed myself and shall surely enjoy again&#8230;But, for now, I help myself move through emotion by trying to anchor myself in something like an intellectual moment.) What this is is my thoughts, now that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had time to ponder and get my brain engaged, on the understanding and claim that Blackstar was meant as Bowie\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s final farewell to us. I certainly see it as [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/www.amberbird.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/ViscontiFB.png"}