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Henry Rollins Says Suicidal Individuals Purposely Abandon Life



Being punk isn’t an excuse for being ignorant, and that’s what Henry Rollins showed himself to be when talking about suicide this week, a topic which he should clearly never approach again. Read what he had to say, following Robin Williams’ tragic death, below.

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Henry Rollins needs to fuck off

In his brilliant lecture entitled “The Theory and Function of Duende” Federico García Lorca attempts to shed some light on the eerie and inexplicable sadness that lives in the heart of certain works of art. “All that has dark sound has duende”, he says, “that mysterious power that everyone feels but no philosopher can explain.” In contemporary rock music, the area in which I operate, music seems less inclined to have its soul, restless and quivering, the sadness that Lorca talks about. Excitement, often; anger, sometimes: but true sadness, rarely, Bob Dylan has always had it. Leonard Cohen deals specifically in it. It pursues Van Morrison like a black dog and though he tries to he cannot escape it. Tom Waits and Neil Young can summon it. It haunts Polly Harvey. My friends the Dirty Three have it by the bucket load. The band Spiritualized are excited by it. Tindersticks desperately want it, but all in all it would appear that duende is too fragile to survive the brutality of technology and the ever increasing acceleration of the music industry. Perhaps there is just no money in sadness, no dollars in duende. Sadness or duende needs space to breathe. Melancholy hates haste and floats in silence. It must be handled with care.”

All love songs must contain duende. For the love song is never truly happy. It must first embrace the potential for pain. Those songs that speak of love without having within in their lines an ache or a sigh are not love songs at all but rather Hate Songs disguised as love songs, and are not to be trusted. These songs deny us our humanness and our God-given right to be sad and the air-waves are littered with them. The love song must resonate with the susurration of sorrow, the tintinnabulation of grief. The writer who refuses to explore the darker regions of the heart will never be able to write convincingly about the wonder, the magic and the joy of love for just as goodness cannot be trusted unless it has breathed the same air as evil - the enduring metaphor of Christ crucified between two criminals comes to mind here - so within the fabric of the love song, within its melody, its lyric, one must sense an acknowledgement of its capacity for suffering.[5]

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I went to a gyno app and the only people in the waiting room were girls I went to high school with.

There’s a sweet kind of somberness that happens when you listen to the right song

You look incredible! That dress is absolutely fantastic and gorgeous!

Thank you so much!

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My significant other got me this gorgeous black velvet dress and I have nowhere to wear so we’ve decided one of these days he’s gonna take me some greasy pizza joint and I’m gonna wear and he’s gonna wear a suit

I kind of want to punch myself in the face right now

I need to be a completely different person than who I am right now.

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

why can’t anyone see that I care

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