Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Russell Brand’s eulogy of Robin Williams: read it and weep - helplessly

I urge you read the whole thing in The Guardian here. Let me present you with a few choice extracts to whet your appetite:
Is it melancholy to think that a world that Robin Williams can’t live in must be broken? To tie this sad event to the overarching misery of our times? No academic would co-sign a theory in which the tumult of our fractured and unhappy planet is causing the inherently hilarious to end their lives, though I did read that suicide among the middle-aged increased inexplicably in 1999 and has been rising ever since. Is it a condition of our era?...
...Today Robin Williams is part of the sad narrative that we used to turn to him to disrupt…
...What platitudes then can we fling along with the listless, insufficient wreaths at the stillness that was once so animated and wired, the silence where the laughter was? That fame and accolades are no defence against mental illness and addiction? That we live in a world that has become so negligent of human values that our brightest lights are extinguishing themselves? That we must be more vigilant, more aware, more grateful, more mindful? That we can’t tarnish this tiny slice of awareness that we share on this sphere amidst the infinite blackness with conflict and hate?...
...That we must reach inward and outward to the light that is inside all of us? That all around us people are suffering behind masks less interesting than the one Robin Williams wore? Do you have time to tune in to Fox News, to cement your angry views to calcify the certain misery?...

If anyone can figure out what our era or a world supposedly negligent of human values or the overarching misery of our times (?) or Fox News  and the people who watch it have to do with the sad fact that a very talented but extremely troubled comic actor has decided to end his own life, please let me know, because I am completely mystified.


  1. The less said the better. Williams had his moments....Brand is a total and talentless prick. U- Ha!

  2. ''...to calcify the certain misery...' eh?

    This young man will go far. I hope.

  3. A fallen bird on a hard floor? Is it just me or does any one else sense the Dianafication process starting? Come to the piano, Elton: your country needs you.

    The ridiculousness of the Brand article becomes even more obvious if you substitute the name Tony Hancock or Peter Cook, two similarly troubled, depressive, addictive personalities. I don't imagine Cook would have claimed that it was the tumult of our fractured and unhappy planet that lay behind his determination to drink himself to death. Having just read again Harry Thompson's excellent biography, I imagine Cook would have greatly enjoyed the humbug of people who had never met him emoting on Twitter and Newsnight and being paid to write cod psychoanalytical bollocks in the Guardian.

    As for …"we must be more vigilant, more aware, more grateful, more mindful.", well I am sure that was right at the forefront of the bearded sage's mind when he and Jonathan Ross picked up the phone to describe to Andrew Sachs what he had done to his granddaughter.

  4. I suspect regular readers will enjoy the article by Russell Beard sent to this blog by Russell Beard which I posted this morning:
    I'm sure that, like me, you've been missing our semi-regular contributions from the great dub poet laureate, Benjamin Zephyr Zodiac (presumably he's off supporting his briddas and sistahs in their fight against The Man - or, mainly, the Korean owners of local shopping emporia - in Sir Alex's hometown, Ferguson). Well, regualr doses of compassionate hatred from whippet-thin political comic actor, Russell Beard, should do more than fill the yawning gap.