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Jean Simmons as Ophelia in Hamlet (1948) dir. Laurence Olivier
Morrissey, 1991. Photo by Kevin Cummins
I hate most people. And I donât want to, itâs an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. Itâs repulsive, because oneâs life consists of people, not things.
Morrissey (via quotemadness)
Morrissey in Dublin for his 1991 Kill Uncle tour. Photo by Kevin Cummins
Morrissey - November Spawned A Monster
Sleep on and dream of Love because itâs the closest you will get to love
âMy Mother whoâs an assistant Librarian introduced me to his writing when i was eight. She insisted i read him and i immediately became obsessed. Every single line affected me in some way. I liked the simplicity of the way he wrote. There was a piece called âThe Nightingale And The Roseâ that appealed to me immensly then. It was about a Nightingale who sacrificed herself for these two star-crossed lovers . It ends when the Nightingale presses her against this rose because in a strange, mystical way it means that if she dies, the two lovers can be together. This sense of a truly high drama zipped through everthing he wrote. He had a life that was really tragic and itâs curious that he was so witty. Here we have a creature persistently ceased in pain whose life was a total travesty. He married, rashly had two children and almost immediately embarked on a love affair with a man. He was sent to prison for this. Itâs a total disavantage tro care about Oscar Wilde, certainly when you come from a working class background. Itâs total self-destruction almost. My personal saving grace at school was that i was something of a medal athlete. Iâm sure if i hadnât been, iâd have sacrificed in the first year. I got streams and streams of medals for running. As i blundered throught my late teens, i was quite isolated and Oscar Wilde meant much more to me. In a way he became a companion. If that sounds pitiful, that was the way it was. I rarely left the house. I had no social life then, as i became a Smith, i used flowers because Oscar Wilde always used flowers. He once went to a Colorado Salt Mines and addressed a mass of miners there. He started his speech with, âLet me tell you why we worship the Daffodilâ, of course, he was stoned to death. But i really admire his bravery and the idea of being constantly attached to some form of plant. As i get older, the adoration increases. Iâm never without him. Itâs almost biblical. Itâs like carrying your rosary around with you.â - Morrissey (Smash Hits, 1984)
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Happy Birthday Morrissey // May 22, 1959.
I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.
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Morrissey / Oscar Wilde
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Debbie Harry and Iggy Pop, 1980.
debbie harry of blondie, 1978, taken by jimmy desana and lynn goldsmith