Posts Tagged ‘ Werner Herzog ’

The Quarantine Tapes 008: Simon Critchley | The Quarantine Tapes

Werner Herzog on Creativity, Self-Reliance, Making a Living of What You Love, and How to Turn Your Ideas Into Reality | Brain Pickings


Werner Herzog on Creativity, Self-Reliance, Making a Living of What You Love, and How to Turn Your Ideas Into Reality | Brain Pickings.

Bruce Chatwin and Werner Herzog – the Anatomy of Restlessness / Vitro Nasu

Vitro Nasu » Blog Archive » Bruce Chatwin and Werner Herzog – the Anatomy of Restlessness.

Anne-Adele Wight, Andy Goldsworthy, et al ~ at the circuit boards

It’s  Sunday Morning; also the title of a poem by Wallace Stevens, in which he wrote ~

Is there no change of death in paradise? /  Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs /
Hang always heavy in that perfect sky, / Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth, /
With rivers like our own that seek for seas / They never find, . . . 

By seeing and reading about the art works of Andy Goldsworthy, called by him, earth works, I discovered time as rhythm*, the first image – the shadow – a gondola made of wasp paper carrying words through water to make a first poem’s soundings; the Chauvet cave’s Megaloceros Gallery for human kind’s first paintings, of animals they hunted, ate, worshipped for their life-giving powers, and loved beyond death – the shamanistic, enlivening power of art, as felt in the poems of Clayton Eshleman’s Juniper Fuse, through Timothy Treadwell’s shaman eyeballs as depicted in the lens of filmmaker Werner Herzog, in Grizzly Man. To love life is to love death, inseparable as they are. Who is to know any one individual’s interrelationships with bread and wine, one’s own intestinal pathways, fingernails bitten to bits by bitumen nightmares, better than the Other(s), within?

To come into another artist’s or poet’s work, is to be changed by it, transported, confounded, brought back to life by it. I am currently reading Anne-Adele Wight’s new poetry collection, Sidestep Catapult, wherein I’ve devised a delightful game of hide and seek with a stranger, through neuronic rootfields of color within and without, pausing at the sound of Roethke’s ordnungs, bypassing Woodlawn Cemetery on the way to the mall, finding there those lost on pilgrimage toward the newest wrappings of  that stink bug love. When I am out of breath, her poems wait for me. Despite worst fluorescent-lit possibilities, greed gambled oil platforms, aberrations of feeling, I discover these are within pages, pages and pages of new imagination, native intelligence, richter scale language, of someone behind the night singing yes and singing no. Yet singing. I would have liked to share here a stanza or a couplet or two, but these poems do not easily break apart and we, we are the chorus. ~ yours truly, df

front cover art of Sidestep Catapult

Werner Herzog’s new film, Cave of Forgotten Dreams 3D

The visionary director of Grizzly Man leads us on an unforgettable journey 32,000 years back in time to explore the earliest known images made by human hands. Discovered in 1994, France’s Chauvet caves contain the rarest of the world’s historic treasures, restricted to only a handful of researchers. Granted once-in-a-lifetime access and filming in 3D, Herzog captures the beauty of a truly awe-inspiring place, while musing in his inimitable fashion about its original inhabitants, the birth of art and the curious people surrounding the caves today.

In English and French with English subtitles

Frieze of horses and rhinos near the Chauvet cave’s Megaloceros Gallery, where artists may have gathered to make charcoal for drawing. Chauvet contains the earliest known paintings, from at least thirty-two thousand years ago.

 New Yorker: What Does the World\’s Oldest Art Say About Us?

Illustration from the book Juniper Fuse by Clayton Eshleman (Wesleyan University Press): Lascaux cave: Part of the north wall of the Rotunda, indicating the imaginary ground level on which many of the animals appear to be standing or moving. Photo: Hans Hinz, The Cave of Lascaux, Mario Ruspoli, Abrams, 1987, p.103.

 Introduction to Juniper Fuse by Clayton Eshleman
The Poet in the Caves: Review of Juniper Fuse: Upper Paleolithic Imagination & the Construction of the Underworld by Clayton Eshleman

Meet the man who lived with wolves /



Meet the man who lived with wolves – Pets. Animals. –

 Klaus Kinski / HTMLGIANT