Nick Cave on the Death of his Father

 Looking back at these twenty years a certain clarity prevails. Midst the madness and the mayhem, it would seem I have been banging on one particular drum. I see that my artistic life has centered around an attempt to articulate the nature of an almost palpable sense of loss that has laid claim to my life. A great gaping hole was blasted out of my world by the unexpected death of my father when I was nineteen years old. The way I learned to fill this hole, this void, was to write . My father taught me this as if to prepare me for his own passing[...] I found that language became a poultice to the wounds incurred by the death of my father. Language became a salve to longing.

— from "Nick Cave's Love Song Lecture"