I’ve just read an interesting article by Will Self in the Guardian on music lyrics, poetry and Nick Cave:
Cave, as a poetic craftsman, provides all the enjambment, ellipsis and onomatopoeia that anyone could wish for. A word on eroticism and the dreadful dolour of knowing not only that all passion is spent – but also that you’re overdrawn. If Cave were to be typified as a lyricist of blood, guts and angst, it would be a grave mistake. He stands as one of the great writers on love of our era. Each Cave love song is at once perfumed with yearning, and already stinks of the putrefying loss to come.




4 Comments
June 4, 2007 at 7:01 pm
[...] just a bit too dark and brooding but this song is one of his better ones. a nod to Miss V because her post inspired me to go and find [...]
June 16, 2007 at 11:59 am
will self is an absolute legend. read a really cool article the other day about his feet. More interesting than it sounds. Trust me..
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June 17, 2007 at 6:57 pm
Hi, I’ll have to check out that feet article!
July 30, 2007 at 4:54 pm
ah syncronicity …
Your handsome blog is a Chris Pearson I notice.
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