[...] The past is already part of my future and the present is beyond my control [...]
[...] When I’m up there they don’t understand how much I give and how much it overwhelms me, now they want more, they expect me to give more and I don’t know if I can, it’s as if it’s not happening to me, but to someone who has sewn my skin onto themselves. [...]
.: Ian Curtis :.
Talking with Ian Curtis was a strange experience.
It was as if there were two people inside him.
When he spoke to you he was gentle, extremely polite, his voice was light and well-mannered. Then he went behind the microphone and unleashed himself.
And "Love Will Tear Us Apart" is exactly like him.
It contains two different personalities, as if at that exact moment they were separate, torn in two.
.: Bono Vox :.
It’s not easy to talk about Ian Curtis.
About this fragile soul who carried the stigmas of suffering engraved on his body.
It would be too easy to make him a saint, one of those placed on the altar of the damned rock lives that go away too soon, but that’s not what Ian Curtis was and that’s not what Ian Curtis would have wanted.
Ian Curtis took his own life by hanging.
After watching one last film: "Stroszek’s Ballad" by Werner Herzog.
After listening to one last album: "The Idiot" by Iggy Pop.
Someone said that in the extreme act of leaving like this there is the total rejection and contempt of oneself, that in that body left dangling in the void there is like a feeding to the gaze of others, a saying: here I am, take what’s left of this emptiness of flesh after you have torn my soul to pieces.
They found that body there, in the center of the room, hanging right above the living room table, the body of a man who was still a boy and who had decided to no longer be there for anyone.
It matters little today to know how tired Ian Curtis was of the immense pressures and expectations weighing on him, of his sensitivity that made him defenseless against every blow of life, of the increasingly frequent epileptic seizures, of the end of his marriage for which he felt responsible and unable to bear the weight.
He was tired of himself.
"Unknown Pleasures" and "Closer" already tell us everything about the despair of his inner world, they already tell us everything about the maelstrom that had always devoured him and about that abyss in which he had only looked to feel attracted and then imprisoned.
No other words are needed.
Those who choose to die have the right to silence.
On May 18, 1980, Ian Kevin Curtis decided to end it all, he was only twenty-four years old.
In the posthumous video for "Atmosphere" that Anton Corbijn shot in ’88, a procession of white and black monks moves.
Seven white robes with the + sign carved on the back.
Seven black robes with the - sign carved on the back.
Seven, quintessentially the number of spirituality.
Heads bowed, they have no face.
There’s a road that seems to lead to nowhere.
There’s a skeletal landscape that if disco: dire:
[...] When I’m up there they don’t understand how much I give and how much it overwhelms me, now they want more, they expect me to give more and I don’t know if I can, it’s as if it’s not happening to me, but to someone who has sewn my skin onto themselves. [...]
.: Ian Curtis :.
Talking with Ian Curtis was a strange experience.
It was as if there were two people inside him.
When he spoke to you he was gentle, extremely polite, his voice was light and well-mannered. Then he went behind the microphone and unleashed himself.
And "Love Will Tear Us Apart" is exactly like him.
It contains two different personalities, as if at that exact moment they were separate, torn in two.
.: Bono Vox :.
It’s not easy to talk about Ian Curtis.
About this fragile soul who carried the stigmas of suffering engraved on his body.
It would be too easy to make him a saint, one of those placed on the altar of the damned rock lives that go away too soon, but that’s not what Ian Curtis was and that’s not what Ian Curtis would have wanted.
Ian Curtis took his own life by hanging.
After watching one last film: "Stroszek’s Ballad" by Werner Herzog.
After listening to one last album: "The Idiot" by Iggy Pop.
Someone said that in the extreme act of leaving like this there is the total rejection and contempt of oneself, that in that body left dangling in the void there is like a feeding to the gaze of others, a saying: here I am, take what’s left of this emptiness of flesh after you have torn my soul to pieces.
They found that body there, in the center of the room, hanging right above the living room table, the body of a man who was still a boy and who had decided to no longer be there for anyone.
It matters little today to know how tired Ian Curtis was of the immense pressures and expectations weighing on him, of his sensitivity that made him defenseless against every blow of life, of the increasingly frequent epileptic seizures, of the end of his marriage for which he felt responsible and unable to bear the weight.
He was tired of himself.
"Unknown Pleasures" and "Closer" already tell us everything about the despair of his inner world, they already tell us everything about the maelstrom that had always devoured him and about that abyss in which he had only looked to feel attracted and then imprisoned.
No other words are needed.
Those who choose to die have the right to silence.
On May 18, 1980, Ian Kevin Curtis decided to end it all, he was only twenty-four years old.
In the posthumous video for "Atmosphere" that Anton Corbijn shot in ’88, a procession of white and black monks moves.
Seven white robes with the + sign carved on the back.
Seven black robes with the - sign carved on the back.
Seven, quintessentially the number of spirituality.
Heads bowed, they have no face.
There’s a road that seems to lead to nowhere.
There’s a skeletal landscape that if disco: dire:
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