The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Before and After #205: Werner Herzog




Peter Nellhaus said...

Oh look , , , a Klaus Kinski tattoo,

Steven Augustine said...

Perhaps the most spectacular sell-out in the history of the talkies. Farocki should punch Herzog in the nose as a special event at this year's Berlinale.

hiflyer said...

he's special

PMMF Custodian said...

My favorite nihilist.

Tommy O'C said...

I'm reminded of the story, recounted in "My Beautiful Fiend," of the crew carrying Winchester rifles in the Amazon for protection and Herzog promising Kinski that he'd be shot in the back multiple times if he kept his threat to quit the movie. Also, during "Fitzcarraldo," when the Amazonian Indians offered, through an interpreter, to kill Kinski, if Herzog so desired. Fascinating.