Benedict reads Nick Cave's letter about grief

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Is loss a problem to be solved? Can we avoid grief without shutting out the intimacy of love? There are many sage answers to these questions. Few, for example, have written as elegantly or agonized as publicly about love and loss as singer Nick Cave of The Birthday Party and The Bad Seeds. These are subjects to which he returns on album after album and in entries of his cult-favorite blog The Red Hand Files, where Cave publishes answers to an assortment of fan questions.

Musing in 2019 on whether artificial intelligence will ever produce a great song, for example, Cave states one of his major themes plainly: “A sense of awe is almost exclusively predicated on our limitations as human beings. It is entirely to do with our audacity as humans to reach beyond our potential.” From this capacity come our greatest imaginative feats, Cave writes: our ability to conjure “bright phantoms” in our deepest grief.

Cave wrote these last words in 2018 to a fan named Cynthia who told him about her family’s losses and asked the singer if he and his wife Susie communicated with their son Arthur, who died tragically in 2015. In answer, Cave avoids the cliches that Devine says do nothing for us. He neither denies the reality of Cynthia’s pain, nor does he leave her without hope for “change and growth and redemption.”

https://www.openculture.com/2022/07/benedict-cumberbatch-reads-nick-caves-beautiful-letter-about-grief.html

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1. 👀

Watching later. Open culture is one excellent website.

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2. Saving for later...

kind of an open wound at the moment. Just attended services this afternoon for a friend/coworker of 25 years who battled PTSD from the war in Iraq/Afghanistan. It won in the end. He was part of the Reserve Forces who fought over there. He wrote the curriculum and I built the lessons for the Distance Learning for Reserves and National Guard. We did this both in purely distance learning mode and in facilitated learning environments. It's hard to believe he's gone. He was only four years younger than me. As a veteran myself, I can't bring myself to listen to this right now. Not enough kleenex, I'm afraid. The heart aches too much tonight.