I love the work 'fuck'. It has such a round, crisp, potent sound. I was meeting with a woman recently who specializes in PR, talking about work that I'm involved with. Towards the end of the conversation she commented on how she'd never met someone with such a unique combination of sophisticated vocabulary and foul language. I took that as a compliment. Fuck isn't reserved for low brow exchanges. It emphasizes, underscores, consolidates and accentuates. It can dismiss, illuminate, or orient. A well-placed fuck jars and focusses the mind. Passion, rage, desperation, exasperation even love can all fit pregnant within it. It can have heart. It can come straight from the balls. Like a laser from a across a room, it strikes and explodes on impact.
Next, Mumford & Sons, Little Lion Man. I screwed up, I'm a fuck up, hands in the air, what the fuck.
Finally, Rage Against the Maching, Killing in the Name of. Total rebellion, uncompromising, repetitive, drilling it home. The Fuck You at the heart of humanity, refusing containment. Rage. Against. The. Machine. Because, sometimes, Fuck is the only word that fits.