12.12.2007

Ultraviolet. (A mess, in three parts.)



Paul Hewson and Dave Evans talk shit a lot. Fuck, they're known for talking shit. Thinly veiled metaphors about politics, suicide, guardian angels, daddy issues, AIDS, joy, sorrow, hangovers, sex, drugs, everything you can think of, it's all powerful shit. (Well, okay, 90% of it is powerful shit. What the fuck is "Babyface?") But, as most artists do, the thing that they talk about the most is love.


They do a piece called "Love is Blindness." This is one of the most powerful things they've ever done. It's the hard side of love. The secrets, the darkness, the numbness. I know that the piece is most likely about the IRA bombings of Northern Ireland, but the beauty of their art is the vague nature of the majority of their work. Interpret it as to how it relates to you. Love. Silence. Art. Grief. Light. Blindness. Ambition. Sacrifice.


How far are you going to go before you lose your way back home? You've been trying to throw your arms around the world.

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