#Nick Cave

[filmgifs]

"Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love."

Wings of Desire (1987) dir. Wim Wenders

[tagmusicblog]

smith college girls or whatever

[belovedblixa]

“I took these photos during a free outdoor concert in Münster, Germany - Summer, 1987. I had never heard of Einstürzende Neubauten until then but I never forgot after that! 😆”

Photos by Whitney Fuller.

[firstfullmoon]

If you persevere, in time you will have an entirely different problem – not that life is meaningless, but rather that life has almost too much meaning. As the scales fall from your eyes the world rushes into focus, presenting itself with a kind of vibrational eloquence that can, at first, be almost overwhelming. Everything shimmers, everything clarifies, everything wrestles for your attention. Trees feel super-real, their roots plunged into the earth, their branches stretching to the sky, birds are flesh and blood souls, fragile with life, the sky unfolds and rolls, the ocean crashes, people fascinate, books are beautiful, children are whirling dynamos of chaos, dogs bark and cats meow, flowers shout, your neighbour glows, and God runs like a helix through all things. The world awaits you, humming with meaning. You are alive with potential. You are not dead.

— Nick Cave on getting clean, Red Hand Files #258

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

The Birthday Party in an abandoned church in London, October 22 1981

📸: David Corio

[songwriting-and-performing]

Nick Cave on A.I.

[undergroundrockpress]

Nick Cave by Derek Ridgers, 1984.

[389]

Love has something to do with the notion of being seen — the opposite of invisibility. The invisible, the unwitnessed, the unacknowledged, the isolated, the lonely — these are the unloved. Loving attention illuminates the unseen, escorting them from the frontiers of lovelessness into the observed world. To truly see someone — anyone — is an act that acknowledges and forgives our common and imperfect humanity. Love enacts a kind of vigilant perception — whether it is to a partner, a child, a co-worker, a neighbour, a fellow citizen, or any other person one may encounter in this life. Love says softly — I see you. I recognise you. You are human, as am I.

Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files Issue #103

[mowing-blade]

Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave on the set for 'Where the Wild Roses Grows'. July 24, 1995. Photographed by Dave Tonge.

[cosmonautroger]

PJ Harvey, Nick Cave, 1995

[vintage-tigre]

Nick Cave, 1988

[firstfullmoon]

[T]he luminous and shocking beauty of the everyday is something I try to remain alert to, if only as an antidote to the chronic cynicism and disenchantment that seems to surround everything, these days. It tells me that, despite how debased or corrupt we are told humanity is and how degraded the world has become, it just keeps on being beautiful. It can’t help it.

Nick Cave, in Faith, Hope and Carnage

[cleopatragirlie]

It's kinda impressive how Nick Cave has single handley managed to fumble every bad bitch he comes across

[mtonino]

Nick Cave performed "A Rainy Night in Soho" at Shane MacGowan's funeral

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Nick Cave and Rowland S. Howard, 1981-82 (Year uncertain)

Unknown photographer

[legendarytragedynacho]

Lux Interior and Nick Cave backstage Perkins Palace, Pasadena, California ‘84

📷 by Chris Amouroux