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Early Werner Herzog Day *

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‘With a singular vision continually blurring the fine line between reality and fiction, Werner Herzog has become one of cinema’s most controversial and enigmatic filmmakers. A strong authorial presence pervades each of his films, whether fictional features or documentaries. For Herzog, there is no distinction between the two styles – they are all just “films” – because real life and fiction feed off each other for mutual poetic inspiration. His worldview often seems bleak and anti-humanistic, featuring quixotic outsiders who reject or are rejected by society, only to be crushed by the weight of their own ambitions. Civilisation is always teetering at the edge of self-destruction, “like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness”, with faith and superstition minding the tattered border. An air of Romanticism finds human kind dwarfed by the terrifying might and majesty of nature, while strange landscapes exist as reflections of inner mental states. Although keenly aware of his nation’s violent past, Herzog’s films generally eschew specific historical and political considerations in the face of a universe filled with murder, destruction and the demise of the individual. These themes gradually emerge throughout a body of work at once stunning and perplexing. As with the subject matter in his “documentaries”, it is often difficult to separate the “real” Herzog from the myriad fictions that have sprung up around him, either as myths perpetuated in the media or as subtle fabrications maintained by Herzog himself.

‘Born in 1942, Herzog grew up amid post-World War II destruction in the small Bavarian village of Sachrang. He saw his first movies at age 11 and quickly discovered film technique by taking heed of continuity errors and generic conventions in cheap B-movies. At age 14, he began a short period of intense Catholic devotion, around the same time that he discovered the virtues of travelling on foot and became determined to make films. As a teenager, Herzog learned about filmmaking from an encyclopaedia entry on the subject, but because of his youth and lack of formal training, he was unable to find producers for his early screenplays. Consequently, he founded Werner Herzog Filmproduktion and began producing his own films. He has written, produced, directed and often narrated virtually all of his own films since then, becoming an auteur in the proper sense.

‘A surge of interest in New German Cinema was emerging during the late-1960s (especially after the 1968 Oberhausen Film Festival) and Herzog became seen as one of its key filmmakers, along with others like Fassbinder, Schlöndorff and Wim Wenders – all members of the first important generation of German filmmakers to emerge in the post-war era. However, Herzog never saw New German Cinema as a cohesive movement, nor did he consider himself a part of it. Furthermore, he disliked many German films of the time period for being “impossibly provincial” and explicitly ideological, whereas he made many of his own films outside Germany, aiming for an international audience. His films have rarely been successful within Germany itself, for he claims that Germans mistrust their own culture. Nevertheless, he seems to consider New German Cinema’s project of reconstituting a domestic national identity to be less important than gaining “legitimacy as a civilized nation” abroad, a continuing struggle even today. Part of seeking this legitimacy meant reaching back to the period of pre-Nazi German cinema, and film historian Lotte Eisner (author of influential studies like The Haunted Screen) provided the link between the two eras. Eisner was an early champion of Herzog’s work and New German Cinema in general. She provided a voiceover for Fata Morgana (1970) and would be a great inspiration to Herzog in later years. Herzog’s 1979 remake of F.W. Murnau’s Nosferatu (1922) would solidify his aim of gaining legitimacy by bridging the history of German cinema.

‘A trio of films emerged from a near-fatal journey to Africa in 1969. Die fliegenden Ärzte von Ostafrika (The Flying Doctors of East Africa, 1969), a documentary about doctors travelling Africa to prevent the eye disease trachoma, was (in Herzog’s estimation) more of a practical “report” than a proper film, much as Behinderte Zukunft (Handicapped Future, 1971) would be several years later. The second film, Fata Morgana, is one of Herzog’s boldest and most experimental “documentaries”. Surreal images of mirages, landscapes and desert dwellers are arranged into three parts – The Creation, Paradise and The Golden Age – accompanied by narration from Popol Vuh, the Mayan book of creation myths and history. Though it was released in some places as a psychedelic picture, the film’s original concept was to be a sort of documentary pieced together from footage shot by extraterrestrials that have landed on a strange planet and discover people waiting for an impending collision with the sun; the film would allow humans to see how aliens might perceive our planet. Although this concept was scrapped during filming, the idea for a sort of science-fiction documentary would persist in Lektionen in Finsternis (Lessons of Darkness, 1992) and The Wild Blue Yonder (2005), two other deeply impressionistic documentaries that form a sort of loose trilogy with Fata Morgana. Herzog has repeatedly said that in Fata Morgana and his other films, he is capturing the “embarrassed landscapes of our world”, places where human colonisation has desecrated the earth. Likewise, his eerily beautiful landscapes are not meant to be picturesque and idyllic, but rather evocative of inner states, collective dreams and nightmares. This dual characteristic of his landscapes also suggests that basic human consciousness has been desecrated by the forces of capitalism and modernity, an idea that can be found in films ranging from The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser to more “ethnographic” films like Where the Green Ants Dream, and Ten Thousand Years Older. Landscapes often form the core of his films, and he lingers upon them in his overarching mission to find fresh images; he considers civilisation threatened by an exhaustion of images (linked to consumerism and mass media technology like television) and a death of the imagination.

Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes (Aguirre, the Wrath of God, 1972) was his first international success and the first of five collaborations with actor Klaus Kinski. Very loosely based upon Spanish conquistador Lope de Aguirre’s doomed expedition to find El Dorado, the film (perhaps Herzog’s best) details one man’s descent into madness as he rebels against the Spanish crown and nature alike. Aguirre is a quintessentially Herzogian (anti-)hero, encompassing both the “over-reacher and prophet or underachiever and holy fool”, put in bizarre locations and situations “often in order to let a strange and touching humanity emerge from impossible odds”. Aguirre’s mission becomes a quixotic, even existential exercise in absurdity, especially as he proclaims himself superior to the laws of nature – though not without nature’s final retribution. Elsaesser notes that Herzog’s heroes – “solitary rebels, incapable of solidarity but also incapable of success” – typically exist in an ontological void due to their determination to investigate the limits of what it means to be human; from one film to another, they oscillate between being super-human and sub-human characters, both types being dialectically linked via an eventual shared failure “that redeems their vaulting ambition and their hubris”. The attempted transgression or transcendence of humanity’s limits is a common theme in films ranging from The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner to Scream of Stone to Grizzly Man. Aguirre was widely read as an allegory for Nazism, but Herzog maintains that this was not his intent, regardless of how German art is misunderstood in light of its national history.

‘His next film, Die Grosse Ekstase des Bildschnitzers Steiner (The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner, 1973), would document ski-jumper Walter Steiner’s flights and crashes, focusing on the “ecstasy” of defying gravity while leaping almost suicidally against the fear of death. Facing these fears becomes another common theme for Herzog (who was an avid ski-jumper as a youth), for many of his films focus upon dreams of flight or the defiance of gravity (as transcendence of human limits) that are then broken by sudden catastrophe, but later revisited and overcome. For Steiner, catastrophe comes in an injurious crash from which he must pick himself up to go on jumping. But in other films, it is a more traumatic event, often involving a family member’s death; examples include The Dark Glow of the Mountains, Little Dieter Needs to Fly, Wings of Hope and The White Diamond. Scaling mountains (as in Fitzcarraldo or Scream of Stone) is a recurrent means of defying gravity.

‘His next feature, Jeder für sich und Gott gegen alle (The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser, 1974 – its German title means, appropriately enough, “Every Man For Himself and God Against All”) would bring Herzog’s interest in language to the fore again, this time based on the true story of a young man who was imprisoned for his first 16 years and then turned loose into an early 19th century German city without any conception of civilisation. Unable to speak more than a few pre-rehearsed sentences, Kaspar is able to see the world with completely fresh eyes (much like the aliens in the original concept for Fata Morgana) and must quickly learn to communicate with his surroundings. The townspeople take an immediate interest in him, whether by exhibiting him as a freak or by trying to study and educate him. He is finally murdered under suspicious circumstances (perhaps having been related to royalty) and the town is delighted to learn that Kaspar’s autopsied brain shows abnormalities, confirming their secret hopes that he truly is somehow different from them. Herzog describes Kaspar as “full of basic and uncontaminated human dignity” (not unlike his descriptions of indigenous tribes in other films), for although Kaspar is an outsider, bourgeois society is what is truly at fault for his eventual destruction. Elsaesser suggests that Kaspar is also a metaphor for the filmmakers of the New German Cinema: left abandoned and without a father generation, they are uncertain about the means of socialisation, “attempting to survive between a good father substitute and a bad father image”. Filled with visions of Kaspar’s dreamed landscapes, the film seems to maintain an uneasy balance between Herzog’s anti-humanist views about civilisation and his genuine sympathy for the very human Kaspar. Many of Herzog’s films feature this tension between the innate purity of humanity, the corrupting influence of society, and the all-powerful might of nature.

‘After the critical success of Kaspar Hauser, Herzog followed with another period film, Herz Aus Glas (Heart of Glass, 1976), about the fragility of civilisation in a pre-industrial Bavarian village. The village is renowned for making a special red glass, but when the master glass blower dies with the secret to make it, a collective madness begins to take over as the town turns upon itself. Meanwhile, a prophet on the outside of society makes ominous predictions about the future of the town and the wider world. John Sandford sees the film’s central thesis as that “one day factories may be as obsolete as castles are today”, and the uneasy passage of time in Heart of Glass seems to bear this out. The film’s deliberately slow pace is in ironic contrast to the relativity of time suggested by a town huddling the brink between different industrial eras, captured in a web of prophesies inextricably linking past and future to the present diegetic moment. To create a sort of “waking dream” quality for the film’s action, virtually all of the actors perform under hypnosis. The characters drift about almost aimlessly, their actions emerging abruptly from beneath an eerily emotionless stupor; the effect is strange but gives the film a glacial pace that many viewers did not appreciate. Though the film contains some of Herzog’s most beautiful landscapes, the unfolding of events is so slight that most critics responded negatively to Herzog’s experiment. It was followed by Mit mir will keiner spielen (No One Will Play With Me, 1976), a darkly humorous short documentary about a preschool-age boy ostracised from interactions with his classmates until a girl who has become interested in his pet crow provides the link to social acceptance.

How Much Wood Would a Woodchuck Chuck (1976) is a documentary capturing the World Championship of Livestock Auctioneers in Pennsylvania. The almost unintelligible speed, skill and repetition with which the auctioneers conduct business fascinated Herzog because it seemed to be “the real poetry of capitalism”, a form of language pushed to the extremes of efficiency and (literal) economy. This system is juxtaposed with the pre-modern Amish farmers who come to watch the auction. Herzog would then return to the American Midwest to film Stroszek (1976), a fictional feature about an alcoholic man who moves from Germany to Wisconsin with his neighbour and a prostitute, only to find poverty and fatal disillusionment in place of the “American Dream”. Capitalist America becomes another society that destroys the individual, but Herzog sees the film as less a critique of the United States than “a eulogy” in the wake of the American Dream, for such shattered hopes could develop in virtually any country. Very documentary-like in style, Stroszek is one of Herzog’s most natural features, and is certainly one of his strongest.

‘The documentary La Soufrière (1977) brought Herzog and his two-man crew to the Caribbean island of Guadeloupe just before a volcano was set to obliterate it. They speak with the few people who have refused to evacuate, several natives too poor to leave and start a new life elsewhere. Herzog has later noted that this picture was one of the only times that he consciously put himself in real danger while filming, but that there is “an element of self-mockery in the final film”, for the volcano so precisely predicted to erupt never actually did so, leaving the film as a sort of banal chase towards a catastrophe that never occurred. Events such as this have earned Herzog a rather exaggerated reputation as a risk-taker and an inviter of danger.

‘His next two features (both starring Kinski), filmed back-to-back in 1979, saw Herzog looking to earlier, “legitimate” German culture: Nosferatu the Vampyre (from Murnau’s 1922 film) and Woyzeck (from Georg Büchner’s dramatic fragment, posthumously published in 1879). Although many scenes and images (e.g. the vampire’s physical appearance) are obvious adaptations from Murnau’s film, Herzog’s retelling of the well-known Dracula story feels overall closer to the revived Gothicism of Bram Stoker’s 1897 source novel than Murnau’s Expressionism. The vampire is another of Herzog’s existential heroes, an outsider who transcends the limits of human possibility through his undead-ness, evoking the terrors of nature (i.e. the plague) in his wake. As in Heart of Glass, bourgeois society is turned inside out by a sudden change when the plague arrives, and after Dr Van Helsing finally drives a stake through the vampire’s heart, the insipid town bureaucrats attempt to arrest him for murder, forgetting that the plague has already wiped out the town’s government, police force and judicial system. As in many of Herzog’s other films (e.g. Heart of Glass, Bells From the Deep), faith and superstition still exist at the limits of civilisation, a remnant from earlier periods of human development when monsters and myths constituted all of the unknown forces beyond the bounds of society. This relates to his interest in our collective dreams and nightmares – whether dreams of surpassing human limits or nightmares about civilisation falling into chaos. Thematically similar to Signs of Life, Woyzeck is a very different film, showing a petty soldier abused by virtually every social and economic force around him. As he struggles to make sense of his existence and give his life some semblance of meaning, he finally goes mad and brutally murders his wife. Given the film’s source material as a dramatic fragment, it is staged almost theatrically, shot in a series of deep-focus, four-minute long takes that would make André Bazin proud. Though Woyzeck is not as readily “cinematic” as many of Herzog’s other works, it does afford Kinski a relatively restrained performance punctuated by the seemingly unending slow-motion murder that closes the film.

‘Two contrasting documentaries about religious faith in the United States were produced in 1980: Glaube und Währung (God’s Angry Man) and Huie’s Predigt (Huie’s Sermon). Originally titled Creed and Currency, the first of these documents the eccentric televangelist Dr Gene Scott, whose California-based broadcast is a humorously aggressive and absurdly fanatical plea for financial pledges. Declaring that “God’s honor is at stake every night”, Scott represents a radical yoking together of zealotry and consumer capitalism. Herzog describes him as “appeal[ing] to the paranoia and craziness of our civilization” – but this is in marked contrast to Brooklyn-based Bishop Huie Rogers, the subject of the second documentary. Although both figures are very successful in their aims, Rogers is the antithesis of Scott’s fanaticism. Huie’s Sermon is a straightforward look at how an unassuming clergyman can bolster faith and significantly engage his listeners without the exploitative and deliberately alarming means used by Scott. Each film captures a different form of faith in action, but Rogers emerges as easily the more sympathetic of the two men. Figuring it as a “distant religious echo” from his teenage period of intense Catholic belief, Herzog’s films often focus upon faith, whether a faith in one’s own ambitions, a Romantic faith in the shadow of all-powerful nature, or a faith in religious or superstitious idea(l)s seemingly at odds with society or conventional reason.

‘These forms of faith would converge in Fitzcarraldo (1982), one of Herzog’s finest and most well known films, as much the product of his faith in filmmaking (see Les Blank’s documentary about the film’s production, Burden of Dreams) as in the power of the cinematic image. Described by Herzog as his best “documentary”, it is a fictional feature that details a wealthy industrialist’s obsessive quest to bring European opera to the Amazon. To finance his dream of building a new opera house, this “Conquistador of the Useless” travels upriver and, with the help of local indigenous peoples, literally pulls a huge steamboat over a mountainside to access a fertile tributary. After the boat reaches the other side of the mountain, the natives cut it loose, sending it into violent rapids to appease the spirits residing there. Fitzcarraldo ultimately fails in his mission, but limps back to port with a compromised version of his dream – a dream that money alone cannot buy – still intact. A chaotic four years in the making, the film’s completion was as much a Sisyphean task as Fitzcarraldo’s own quest to elevate his dreams over reality – especially because Herzog used no miniatures or special effects in order to pull the full-sized steamboat up and over the mountain, determined to give the film a wholly natural sense of wonder and physical magic. Despite many wild controversies surrounding the film’s making, it earned Herzog a Best Director award at the 1982 Cannes Film Festival.’ — Senses of Cinema

 

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Further

Werner Herzog Official Site
Werner Herzog Teaches | The Essentials of Filmmaking‎
Werner Herzog @ IMDb
‘I’m not a pundit. Don’t push me into that corner’
‘Piracy Has Been The Most Successful Form of Distribution Worldwide’
Werner Herzog Talks Role in Star Wars Series
The 10-minute interview: Werner Herzog on Meeting Gorbachev
Werner Herzog Narrates a Kooky Cat Video
‘Valentine, I would travel down to Hell and wrestle you away from the devil if it was necessary.’
Popol Vuh ‎– The Werner Herzog Soundtracks
WERNER HERZOG HAS NEVER SEEN A “STAR WARS” MOVIE
@WernerTwertzog
14 Insane Stories From The Strange Life of Werner Herzog
Werner Herzog: “J’irais bien tourner un film sur Mars”
“A Friendly Person Who is Easier to Handle Than a Dog”: Werner Herzog’s Masterclass at Visions du Réel
Werner Herzog Reflects on 50 Years of Filmmaking
The Strange Allure of Werner Herzog and Klaus Kinski
At 75, Filmmaker Werner Herzog Says Cinema Remains His ‘Connection To Life Itself’
The Art of Being a Death-Defying, Gonzo Filmmaking Genius
Werner Herzog on the future of film school, critical connectivity, and Pokémon Go
Werner Herzog on Volcanoes, North Korea, and the Internet
Inside the Mind of Werner Herzog, Luddite Master of the Internet
NEW AGAIN: WERNER HERZOG

 

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Extras


The Inner Chronicle of What We Are – Understanding Werner Herzog


Werner Herzog tout en images – Blow Up – ARTE


The Hypnotic VoiceOver of Werner Herzog


Werner Herzog on Virtual Reality, the Future of Humanity, and Internet Trolls

 

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Interview

 

The A.V. Club: Do you eat fast food?

Werner Herzog: Sometimes, yes. french fries.

AVC: Is there one place you prefer them from?

WH: Anyone that does decent french fries.

AVC: What makes a decent french fry, in your opinion?

WH: Well, everybody knows they have to look good, they have to be enticing, they have to be tasty and crisp, and they have to be as bad to your health as it gets.

AVC: If you could re-live an event or moment in your own life, what would it be?

WH: Hm. I wouldn’t know, because I’m plowing through life without ever looking back.

AVC: Never?

WH: No, I wouldn’t like to relive any of my moments in my life. We are drawing a blank here.

AVC: Why not?

WH: Because I’m not living in the past, or looking at my past, or looking at myself. I don’t even know the color of my eyes because I do not look at myself in the mirror.

AVC: Really?

WH: Well, I do when I shave, but I do not look into my eyes.

AVC: Who’s your favorite fictional villain?

WH: I think in Batman, what’s the name of the villain there? You’ll have to help me.

AVC: What’s their schtick?

WH: No, but what is the name of the villain in Batman?

AVC: Well, there are a few.

WH: There is one who is the clown—

AVC: Oh! The Joker.

WH: The Joker, yes. The Joker was played—what was his name, who died very young?

AVC: Heath Ledger.

WH: Heath Ledger, yes. Heath Ledger as The Joker, that’s my answer.

AVC: What appeals to you about that?

WH: Because he’s a real quintessential villain. Nobody does it better, except maybe me as the villain in Jack Reacher. I had to be frightening, and I did my best. Heath Ledger as The Joker, that is a wonderful one.

AVC: I don’t know if you’ll have an answer for this one, but we’ll try: is there a line from film or television that you’ve incorporated into your personal vocabulary? That you like to quote, or something like that?

WH: No, not really.

AVC: Who would play you in the movie of your life?

WH: It should not be played by anyone as long as I have control of it. I would never permit to have a film made about me.

AVC: For the same reason that you would not relive an earlier event in your life?

WH: It certainly will be an embarrassment for anyone: those who make the film, and those who watch the film. That can be prevented as long as I’m alive—when I’m dead eventually, I should try to give instructions clear enough that nobody should do it. You cannot prevent it. Some idiot will do it, but don’t watch it.

AVC: What’s a movie that you’ll always stop and watch if you’re flipping channels?

WH: No, but when I’m in a hotel room, I will eventually try to watch news from unlikely sources like Al Jazeera, or Japanese television, whatever. If there’s a good soccer match, I would watch a soccer match. I would watch Wrestlemania or something like that.

AVC: Is it a hinderance to you if you don’t speak the language when watching the news?

WH: It doesn’t matter. No, sometimes it’s fine to watch South Korean TV news in the Korean language. Al Jazeera, for example, has a very good news program. It’s real news, and in English language. It’s much more informative than the BBC, for example, or any of the news in the United States.

AVC: What possession can you not get rid of?

WH: There is a leather rucksack from [English travel writer] Bruce Chatwin, who gave it to me when he died. It is a major item in my film Nomad. Its secondary title is In The Footsteps of Bruce Chatwin. I made three films in the last 12 months, and all three films are being released now within days. Today is Meeting Gorbachev, which has a theatrical release in a few days. At Tribeca, in only three days, I’m showing the Bruce Chatwin film. A few days later, I have a feature film that I shot in Japan (that) is also having its world premiere. I can’t even attend my own world premiere for Bruce Chatwin.

But his rucksack plays a major part in one chapter in the film. Also, we’re traveling on foot a lot. He has traveled thousands of kilometers with his rucksack, and I carry it for him now. It’s of deep significance for me. It’s not that I can’t get rid of it. I do not want to get rid of it. It has too much meaning.

AVC: Are you the type of person who likes to be busy at all times?

WH: I think no. I’m a lazy bum like everyone else. Even though I have made three films in the last 12 months, including a feature film, I am not a workaholic. My shooting days are short, my writing of a screenplay doesn’t exceed a week. Everything goes pretty fast. I’m not hectic at all.

AVC: What specific skill would you bring to a post-apocalyptic society?

AVC: Let’s say society collapses and you couldn’t make films anymore. What skill would you bring?

WH: You have to know how to make fire without matches.

AVC: You’re pretty good at that, I assume?

WH: Yes, I can do that. Second, you have to be able to catch a trout with your bare hands, which I can do. Third, you have to be able to milk a cow with your bare hands.

AVC: How many times have you caught a trout with your bare hands? Is it a common occurrence?

WH: It’s fairly easy to catch a trout with your hands when they’re in a creek. They take refuge under a rock or under an overhanging embankment, and they’re holding still in there. You have to understand how the trout is thinking.

AVC: Who is the most underrated person in your industry right now?

WH: Buster Keaton.

AVC: You mean his legacy isn’t as strong as it should be?

WH: Yes. I think he should be on Mount Rushmore in his silence, looking out over the landscape. There should be another silent one next to the American presidents on Mount Rushmore: It should be Muhammad Ali, who was forced into silence by illness.

AVC: Yeah.

WH: So let’s wait until somebody chisels their faces. Buster Keaton more than anyone else.

AVC: If you could be in any band, past or present, which one would it be?

WH: I’ve never been into bands. I know very little about them.

AVC: Is there any artistic group that you would’ve liked to have been part of? Any movements, anything like that?

WH: No, no, for god’s sake.

AVC: Have you ever heard of the film The Purge? Are you familiar with this?

WH: No. I do not watch movies much. I read, I do not watch movies.

AVC: Okay, well the premise of these films is that there’s one night where all crime is legal, and you can do anything illegal and not be punished for it. If this were real life, what would you do on that night?

WH: I do this all my life. As a filmmaker, you have to have enough solid criminal energy and then you will be a filmmaker.

AVC: So it’s nothing new to you.

WH: Nothing new.

AVC: Fair enough. Is there one work of art that you would remove from history if you could? Why or why not?

WH: I would never do that, even if this piece of art is very controversial. Let it be out there for judgment. I am against burning of books, for example. It has had catastrophic repercussions. You just do not do it. Iconically, we’ve made one of the huge mistakes of history. We shouldn’t go into that.

AVC: The last part of this interview—and thank you for sitting with me through all of this—is to pose a question for the next person. Do you have a question you’d like to pose, not knowing who it is?

WH: Yes: Do you know how to open safety locks? Illegally, of course. Do you know how to forge a document, let’s say a shooting permit, in a country that has a military dictatorship?

AVC: I’d be willing to bet that most people would say no.

WH: They better get busy and learn how to open a safety lock with a set of surgical tools.

AVC: That’s one of the things you teach in your guerrilla filmmaking workshops, isn’t it?

WH: That’s the only thing I teach. The rest is conversations, and listening to the visions and obstacles and fears of young filmmakers.

 

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18 of Werner Herzog’s 73 films

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Lebenszeichen (1968)
‘No filmmaker’s career has been more defined and structured by their musical choices than that of Werner Herzog. This claim is evident from his first full-length feature, Signs of Life / Lebenszeichen (1968), which he made when he was 24 – three years after having written the screenplay. (He claims he got the idea for it when he was 15 or 16, apparently from a story by German author Ludwig Achim von Arnim [1781-1831].) Though made by a newcomer, Signs of Life is an extraordinary film – not because it is technically brilliant, but because it offers such a mature artistic touch. A good counterpoint to Signs of Life would be Martin Scorsese’s film debut, Who’s That Knocking at My Door? Even though it shows much talent, Scorsese’s first effort is the art of a young man for in the film the protagonist suffers an angst pervasive among young men. By contrast, the hero of Herzog’s film debut is suffering from something far deeper – the sort of psycho-spiritual ravages that beset one in a midlife crisis. Yet, it’s not merely the protagonist’s crisis that makes Signs of Life a mature work, but how said crisis is represented. Herzog’s approach to his subject matter shows why he would become the most daring – if not the greatest – filmmaker of the last forty years.’ — Alt Film Guide


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Precautions Against Fanatics (1969)
‘The film features several horse trainers and other track workers talking about their roles at the track, always eventually interrupted by an older man who claims to be the true authority, and demands that they be thrown out. One recurring young man, the first to appear, claims that he protects the horses from enthusiastic racing fans. He does not appear to be employed by the track, but seems to provide his services voluntarily. His protection from “fanatics” gives the film its title. The film is shot in a documentary style, but the sheer implausibility of the dialogue leaves the exact nature of the film ambiguous.’ — letterboxd

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Even Dwarfs Started Small (1970)
‘Whether viewed as a powerful political/philosophical allegory or a grotesque display of willful perversity (and it’s a lot easier, though probably less rewarding, to see it as the latter), Even Dwarfs Started Small is not easily forgotten: By its conclusion, it truly assumes the quality of a nightmare.’ — AV Club


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Land of Silence and Darkness (1971)
‘The documentary Silence and Darkness strips away practically all audio-visual adornments in deference to its subject matter: the middle-aged Fini Straubinger, a sweet-natured German woman who went both deaf and bind in her teen years following a terrible fall and blow to her head (the neighbor assumed the report of her head cracking came from a gun—in itself an interesting reflection of the malleability of how sound is processed). Rather than attempt to evoke the sensation of what Straubinger might be feeling with the same strategies of Fata Morgana, Herzog instead chooses to structure his aesthetically spare and verité footage (perhaps taking a cue from the therapist who somewhat questionably explains “it’s much harder to teach [deaf-blind children] abstract ideas; we must give them practical examples”) in a spiraling descent into greater and greater adversity. Not for Straubinger herself, who proves remarkably capable (she is able to speak with clear diction) and mentally equipped to function normally with the aid of her translator, but rather the other deaf-blind people she visits out of philanthropy and her unshaken belief in the ability to reach even the most extremely afflicted souls.’ — Slant Magazine


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Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972)
‘Werner Herzog’s Aguirre: The Wrath of God  was last rereleased here more than 10 years ago; now, with a new restoration, the sound of gobs being smacked will resound in British cinemas once again. It looks more magnificent and mad than ever, one of the great folies de grandeur of 1970s cinema, an expeditionary Conradian nightmare like Coppola’s Apocalypse Now. Just as for that film, the agonies of its production history have entered into legend, almost equivalent to the movie fiction itself. (Herzog’s 1999 documentary My Best Fiend, about his leading man Klaus Kinski, tells the incredible story of the insanely dangerous shooting conditions and near-murderous rows between director and star.) It is based loosely on the true story of 16th-century conquistador Lupe De Aguirre (Kinski), the second-in-command of a Spanish force journeying down the Amazon in search of the mythical riches of El Dorado. Driven half-mad by the heat, hunger and danger from native attack, the commander declares a retreat – but Aguirre mutinies, kills the leader and announces they must carry on. Kinski’s piercing, china-blue eyes are those of a natural-born tyrant, a visionary who can see only his delusions.’ — The Guardian


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The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner (1973)
‘Despite such ravishing and apparently ‘pure’ achievements as the beginning and ending of Aguirre, Wrath of God and the beautiful slow-motion ski-jumps in The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner, the present vogue for Werner Herzog as a ‘visionary’ artist is in some respects a curious phenomenon. Acclaimed for the strangeness of his various depictions and/or expressions of ‘madness’ and ‘obsession’, he is a director who approaches these topics with an abandon that invariably seems checked by his manner of presenting them. Perhaps because the transparency of his language is itself so mundane that any amount of ‘crazed’ material can pass through this medium without threatening the spectator’s safe, voyeuristic distance from it, he has managed to reconcile the seemingly irreconcilable realms of ‘humanism’ and self-centered fanaticism without ever forcing the contradictions between these positions into an audience’s consciousness.’ — Jonathan Rosenbaum

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The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser (1974)
‘In Herzog the line between fact and fiction is a shifting one. He cares not for accuracy but for effect, for a transcendent ecstasy. “Kaspar Hauser” tells its story not as a narrative about its hero, but as a mosaic of striking behavior and images: A line of penitents struggling up a hillside, a desert caravan led by a blind man, a stork capturing a worm. These images are unrelated to Kaspar except in the way they reflect and illuminate his struggle. The last thing Herzog is interested in is “solving” this lonely man’s mystery. It is the mystery that attracts him.’ — Roger Ebert

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How Much Wood Would a Woodchuck Chuck (1976)
‘ It is a 44 minute film documenting the World Livestock Auctioneer Championship held in New Holland, Pennsylvania. Herzog has said that he believes auctioneering to be “the last poetry possible, the poetry of capitalism.”‘ — learn-out-loud


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Heart of Glass (1976)
‘It’s hard to imagine that anyone other than Herzog would have wanted to make a film like Heart of Glass. It returns to the formal and conceptual extremism of his work before Kaspar Hauser: almost the entire cast are performing under hypnosis throughout, and the plot unfolds in increasingly oblique fragments, making it Herzog’s most stylised film to date. It’s certainly extremely bizarre, but by no means unapproachable. The tale it tells is plainly allegorical: a glass factory declines into bankruptcy when its owner dies without divulging the formula for its special ruby glass, and the village that depended on the factory for employment goes down with it. But one doesn’t have much chance to mull over the implications during the film itself: Herzog directs attention squarely at the performances (which are almost agonisingly intense) and at the imagery (which is very beautiful in a German Gothic way).’ — Time Out (London)


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Stroszek (1977)
‘Werner Herzog’s Stroszek is in my view one of the great films, but it has a difficult-to-categorize nature that has always made it a challenge for many viewers and as a consequence has led to its neglect. Nevertheless, the film’s peculiar nature is precisely what makes it both an important work and a revelatory element of Herzog’s oeuvre. The key idea here concerns the nature of expressionism. Some people view Stroszek as a tragedy, while others see it as a comedy (an offbeat comedy, to be sure). Others see it as a whimsical quasi-documentary on rural America. Still others go further and see it as a more profound condemnation of American materialism. The root cause of this viewpoint panoply can probably be credited to Herzog’s cinematic style, which delivers its expressionistic rendering in a unique fashion.’ — Film Sufi


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La soufrière (1977)
La Soufrière is a 1977 West German documentary film in which German director Werner Herzog visits an island on which a volcano is predicted to erupt. The pretext of this film was provided when Herzog “heard about the impending volcanic eruption, that the island of Guadeloupe had been evacuated and that one peasant had refused to leave, [he] knew [he] wanted to go talk to him and find out what kind of relationship towards death he had” (Cronin). Herzog explores the deserted streets of the towns on the island. The crew of three treks up to the caldera, where clouds of sulfurous steam and smoke shift drift like “harbingers of death” (Peucker), an example of the sublime Herzog seeks to conjure in his films. Herzog converses in French with three different men he finds remaining on the island: one says he is waiting for death, and demonstrates his posture for doing so; another says he has stayed to look after the animals. In the end, the volcano did not erupt, thus sparing the lives of those who had remained on the island, including Herzog and his crew.’ — collaged


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Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)
‘Eerily beautiful and remarkable in many respects (not least for the acting – notably the expressionist performances of Kinski and Isabelle Adjani, but also that of Bruno Ganz), Nosferatu the Vampyre is at once a tribute to Murnau’s original and the golden age of German filmmaking and a musing on the vampire myth and the gothic tradition. In its various divergences from its hallowed predecessor, it is also – perhaps inevitably, I’d say, given that this is a Herzog film – a wry, haunting meditation on the human condition. Death, as Dracula reminds us, is not the worst thing that can befall us.’ — bfi


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Woyzeck (1979)
‘People don’t seem to understand that I hate to make difficult films. I hate to have all these problems. That’s the reason I liked making WOYZECK so much. I shot that film in just eighteen days, and edited the film – an entire feature film – completing the final cut in only four days! That’s how films should be made. That was perfect!’ — Werner Herzog


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God’s Angry Man (1981)
‘Account of Werner Herzog’s meeting with the Californian TV preacher Dr. Gene Scott, who raises hundreds of thousands of dollars through his 30-minute programmes. Extracts from these surrealistic broadcasts are alternated with revealing interviews, demonstrating that media religion has completely gone off the rails because of greed. Herzog sees Scott as a symptom of the degeneration of the United States, where not God but money is worshipped. In this film, Herzog again portrays a man who is obsessed by power and who sees the world as his biggest opponent.’ — idfa


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Fitzcarraldo (1982)
‘Shooting Fitzcarraldo, Werner Herzog undertook the most insane project of his entire career as a filmmaker. Has the eccentric director already been infamous for obsessive, fanatic and titanic filmic attempts to portray reality itself, with Fitzcarraldo he was about to go even further than before. Everything in Fitzcarraldo is real. No camera tricks, no special effects, no miniatures – Herzog insists on framing nothing else but the truth. Statements on Fitzcarraldo extremely vary: some critics regard the film as a masterpiece, others as “cinematic wanking” – However, one can generally say, that the story behind it, is more interesting than the film itself. More remarkable than the final result, is that what Herzog accomplished on the process of filming. In a way, Fitzcarraldo is a film, Herzog made mostly for himself. Few movies have as troubled a production history as Werner Herzog’s Fitzcarraldo. Principal photography was 40 percent complete when the actor playing Fitzcarraldo, Jason Robards, became so seriously ill that he was forced to quit the production. After many production delays, the movie’s other main actor, Mick Jagger, had to leave for a prior commitment (a Rolling Stones’ concert tour). Virtually all of the film footage shot by this point was now unusable. After a year of filmmaking, director Herzog had to start over from scratch.’ — guido-boehm


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Where the Green Ants Dream (1984)
‘Herzog plays on stereotypes of aborigines in Where The Green Ants Dream. He never peeks past the implacable faces, and cool obstinacy. We are never given a glimpse of the way they live. They might be visitors from another planet, even though the story takes place on their territory. Their function is to sit on judgment on us, as they squat in dust and rags on an airstrip or hunker down in front of bulldozers. Herzog grants Wandjuk Marika a stern, opaque dignity, but you would never know he has expertly manipulated the Australian political system for indigenous rights. Who the aboriginals are and what they want are explained by intermediaries. In a cheaply efficient bit of exposition, a foreign biologist lays out the myth of the green ant for the baffled geologist. The biologist even uses a visual aid-a glass box that contains some green ants – giving the whole thing the air of a high school science experiment.’ — Cultural Survival


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Ballad of the Little Soldier (1984)
‘Account of a journey to the territory of the Miskito Indians in Nicaragua, who are on a war footing with the Sandinistas. The documentary largely consists of interviews with Indian guerrillas: boys of ten to twelve years old. In their eyewitness accounts from the refugee camps, they talk almost stoically about the tortures and executions. The Miskitos used to support the Sandinista revolution, because they also regarded the Somoza government with disfavour. But as soon as the Sandinistas had assumed power, the Indians were driven into camps. The insurgents were killed and their livestock was set fire to. During a screening in the United States, Sandinistas protested against the pro-Indian tenor of this film, claiming that Herzog conspired with the Contras and the CIA. Herzog retorted that he, as he did more often, had given a voice to an oppressed minority.’ — idfa


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Gasherbrum Der Leuchtende Berg (1984)
‘The image of the Olympian mountain – the towering intermediary between the physical and spiritual realms – has long loomed as an icon and motif in Germanic culture. Sub-heavenly summits have served as perches of Nietzschean pontification (what is Zarathustra without his peak?), have inspired Richard Strauss’s bombastic Eine Alpensinfonie, and, in the interwar years, were valiantly scaled by beautiful Aryans in mountain films (Bergfilme) such as Die weisse Hölle vom Piz Palü (The White Hell of Pitz Palu, Arnold Fanck and G. W. Pabst, 1929) and Das Blaue Licht (The Blue Light, Leni Riefenstahl, 1932). Werner Herzog’s 1985 television documentary Gasherbrum, Der Leuchtende Berg (literally, Gasherbrum, The Luminous Mountain, though usually known in English as The Dark Glow of the Mountains) could well be an attempt to moderate the overweening mythology implicit in this symbolism of the mountain. Balancing the metaphysical and the humanistic, and eventually tipping in favour of the latter, Herzog’s 45-minute documentary demystifies – or, if you like, de-Aryanises – the German cult of alpinism. At the same time, the death-defying trials of his mountaineering heroes allow Herzog to indulge his characteristic themes: the madness of quixotic obsession, the limitations of man in the face of infinite Nature, and, most of all, the ephemerality of human ambition.’ — Andrew Grossman


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Cobra Verde (1987)
‘When Francisco Manoel de Silva (Klaus Kinski) impregnates the three daughters of his plantation-owning employer, he is sent to West Africa to round up slaves. The irate land baron hopes the cynical and libidinous Francisco will meet certain death in the African jungles at the hands of hostile natives. Francisco instead manages to overthrow a mad monarch and set himself up as king. Despite enslaving the tribe, he shows signs of humanitarian benevolence. The character portrayed by Kinski in this feature is a cross between his insane portrayal in Aguirre and the comic madness in Fitzcarraldo. Francisco tries to escape from the natives when his employer swindles him and slavery is abolished. This fifth and final collaboration between director Herzog and Kinski is considered the weakest of the five features.’ — RT


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p.s. Hey. ** Steeqhen, Thanks. ** Derek McCormack, Maestro (of Xmas)! It wouldn’t be the holiday it is without you. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Oh, yes, maybe a restoration of your CFT post is in order. I’ll go find it and set to work. ** jay, Hi! ** Dev, Excellent! When? Anytime you like. How? You can email me the post in a doc or something just indicating where images or videos or links go if there are any, and giving me access to any images involved, and that’s kind of it. Do you need more info? Thank you, pal! ** Laura, Really? I sure don’t feel poetic, but maybe the poetic never does? Anyway, you made me sound complex, which of course is an honor. Cold is mostly in my head now, and it’s no fun, but maybe it’s starting to defog a little. Shock is very underrated. Can there be revelation without it? Highly doubtful. Scary: you losing all that editing, but props to your pragmatism. I’m just working on future RT screenings in my heavy fog. It’s sort of doable. Oh, I don’t know about Ziggy at Xmas. I never think of my characters as doing anything that isn’t on the page. Otherwise they’re non-existent or something. Or if I had things in mind it’s too long ago for me to recollect them. Thanks for expending whatever you expended to get ‘Dream Police’ on its way. And hugs from very hazy headed me. ** Måns BT, Hi, Måns! Sight for sore eyes! I’ve just been touring with the film and enjoying the French theater release. All film all the time basically. I heard about Eraserhead Xiu Xiu, yes. People left? What, they wanted John Williams to score it or something? I’ve never met Angela. Jamie’s very nice, and awesome that you guys could meet. Oh, the music video thing, yeah, but water under the bridge. I do really like Xiu Xiu and Jamie’s music in general. As I guess you’ve seen, it seems our respective nudges re: Zita seem to have paid off? We’ll see, but maybe RT in Stockholm in mid-March? I sure hope so. That would be so great. Thank you so much for supporting that possibility so diligently, man. I hope you’re unearthed from the homework and tests by now? Doing anything of note for Xmas? Lots of love to back to you! ** darbz (⊙ _ ⊙ ), Hello to you, my friend. Birthday? Happy birthday whenever that wish becomes appropriate! Reward your deserving self on the official day please. I’ll look for the DM mix. And the Tricky/Lauper combo thing. That’s strange. That’s really exciting and promising about the enamored-about human. I’m getting your reasoning there. Very, very cool. You sound so inspired and revved up! Yay! It’s so nice to read and imagine. Xmas-wise, I juts hope to eat a buche with friends tomorrow assuming I can coax my currently shitty health into at a least a somewhat normal state by then. That’s all Xmas holds for me, I think, other than enjoying the Day itself when Paris will be extremely empty and quiet during the morning hours. I’ll take the cigarettes wrapped in a boy if that’s an option, haha. What’re you doing on the Day? Or do you do the Eve instead like French people do? ** Carsten, I think you know knowing language when you read it. My cold is taking its unsweet time to vacate me, but there’s always tomorrow. I haven’t stopped smoking yet. It would take a lot, yes. I even smoked when I got bronchitis. Not helpful. Feel incrementally sublime. ** Steve, Well, it’s good thing I’m not in Melbourne then. I feel maybe very slightly better today maybe. I was zonked all weekend, but I did get stuff done. I’m mostly starting to organise the next spate of RT screenings, and that’s going well so far. I’m happy because the demand for the recent NYC screenings was so strong that they’re going to do three more screenings in early January. That’s pretty great. Helluva an LP title. I don’t know that film, but I’ll at least investigate what it is. Thanks. ** Daniel Warner, Hi! Thank you so very much, Daniel! I’m so happy you saw the film and got things from it. The Charlie/Ange conversation is my favorite part of the film, so, yeah, thank you. ‘MLT’ is one of my favorites of my novels. Yeah, it’s kind of the runt of the litter in a way, at least in terms of people talking about it, but it’s very heartening when someone particularly likes that book. Like you. It was very nice getting to talk to you a little. Best holidays to you too. How are spending it or least hoping to spend it? ** Alice, Hi. I’m trying to do what’s possible to get better asap, thank you. ** HaRpEr //, Thank you a million, my friend. And thank you for being so generous with your comments to the commenters. Same with me sort of: ‘You like Xmas? You?! Transgressive you?!’ Undark people underestimate dark people. I hope your week is starting with sufficient subversive cheer! xo. ** Uday, Hi, and thank you. Ideally I’ll be more loquacious and word savvy tomorrow. Best laid plans. ** Right. I thought I would restore the blog’s survey of early Werner Herzog for you today. Maybe I’m crazy, but I thought doing so was sort of Xmas-y somehow. See you tomorrow.

17 Comments

  1. _Black_Acrylic

    Stroszek was famously the last film that Ian Curtis watched on VHS before committing suicide back in 1980. Funnily enough I find early Herzog to be quite life-affirming but maybe that’s just me.

    • Laura

      it’s not just you, he’s like you can dreaaam, it’ll all be weirdly worth it, believe (shhh) ^_^

    • Dr. Kosten Koper

      I read somewhere that David Lynch watched the exact same TV broadcast of the film as Ian Curtis – when he was in London working on ‘The Elephant Man’ – and it gave him a kick up the behind in terms of motivation. Kind of strange to think about that. Huh?

  2. Laura

    hi Dennis!

    how’s the haze? are you good for winter shoes and sickly snuggles?

    never, the poetic never knows what it is. it can become aware down the line, but if it starts out self-referential, then it’s dead in the water. at which point it can become poetic again, so there’s that lol. never too late.

    shock is majorly underrated! and revelation as we want it, say, apocalypse to be super literal, necessarily requires it. yeah. but then there’s this other type imo, maybe more of an unearthing or a remembering or whatever which might work differently, like i myself have been after this v personal revelation for a long time now, uh, i know enough to know what genre i’m in so to speak but i lack many of the intensifying or de-intensifying details? if i ever do find those out, it might be such an anticlimax, idk. maybe i’ve got no idea and i’d really go omg metaphor oxymoron like head between knees fr. my brain seems to think so since it won’t let me remember more than i already do. but i’m almost… formally interested in that elusive outcome?

    early Herzog is weirdly seasonal! the quixotic stuff maybe. i’ve got this difficult relationship to the guy lol, like, casting Kinski as a Spaniard is totally damning and racist, and ofc leads itself to all of those reductive, misplaced Nazi interpretations, like duh. the Black Legend is sort of always looming over as is the noble savage thing, which nah. but in his defense he’s often ambiguous enough to retain interest… i was a bit shook to read the interview on here bc he’s so ‘never look back’ but his whole thing is Romantic w a disgust for artistic movements lacking a genealogical tree of sorts? what’s w that lol

    he actually makes an indirect cameo in my book, uh, two characters have been watching Nosferatu and for about two minutes mistake a third character for Isabelle Adjani in her white dress, fail to realise they’ve been drafted into some kid’s weird sexual fantasy or whatever.

    you’re such an absent God to your characters! that’s good, gets them self-determination. i’m more of a Mediterranean mum figure, up their arse for our long as our lives overlap, meaning till i die lol. fr, i know them from the moment their parents banged until they themselves die, likely beyond. i’m not totally deterministic tho, i do let them change my mind as we go along a fair amount. and i think i might know what your Ziggy gets up to around the holidays! tho it sort of depends on how long he and Calhoun have been sitting in a tree etc.

    is it v obnoxious if after all sorts of weird hold-ups i email you the idk book excerpt around the holidays? really it’s gonna be whatever is in my more or less edited folder bc idk what else to do lol. you’re gonna hate me =D but you can just, uh, play potholer w it if you feel like to. if you enjoy it a bit, it’s a Christmas present for whenever, and if you loathe then it won’t matter cause you’ll have had Christmas anyway. ^_^

    don’t thank me for paying for poetry! really any amount is symbolic, can’t put a real price tag on the stuff. sort of like there’s not enough dosh in the world to compensate sex work either? paying is the least we can do lol, some things are just gifts to the world or whatever.

    ugh i’m super sleepy at like lunch time, will i have enough willpower not to zonk out as soon as i’ve hit send? what an exciting cliffhanger for you lmao. anyway, let’s go be hazy etc.

    <3

  3. Wulf Solence

    Hi Dennis,

    You with high probability will appreciate this chapter from a much larger, gallows-humor memoir of a child hood of LSD poisoning at age 4, extreme abuse, murder and all of this wreckage used to build a cathedral which ends in poetry : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qdobsZmP8fZ2HtJCZesxh9DkdOHXzVfO/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=110492219850922181982&rtpof=true&sd=true

  4. Wulf Solence

    Hi Dennis,

    You with high probability will appreciate this chapter from a much larger, gallows-humor memoir of a childhood of LSD poisoning at age 4, extreme abuse, murder and all of this wreckage used to build a cathedral which ends in poetry.

    Chapter Fourteen

    Josef

    Eleventh Grade AP Honors English was taught by a kind but uncompromising man named Lowell Garstad, whom J. affectionately called “The Old Lutheran Bastard.” A former college football star and coach, Lowell demanded what often felt like extreme effort—but always in the service of pushing a bright student toward genuine competence. This Minnesota-bland, lutefisk-eating Lutheran held an M.A. in philosophy—virtually unheard of in a public high school. He could have pursued a more prestigious and better-paying career, but instead he chose the painful mission of actually educating children—a mission, by nature, opposed at every turn by the American public school bureaucracy.
    Lowell took a shine to J., who dominated each English class with questions and comments until it became a two-waay dialogue—and one that soared entirely over his classmates’ attention spans. Mr. Garastad drifted easily into the philosopher’s fundamental Triad: epistemology, ontology, and phenomenology. He loaned J. books by the Pre-Socratics, Hume versus Berkeley, Heidegger, Whitehead, Wittgenstein, Husserl—but above all, Kierkegaard, his final stop: a leap of faith that resolved existential inquiry not through Socratic dialectic, but by Protestant grace.
    J. dared to share Carlos Castaneda with Mr. G., and Lowell was surprisingly impressed.
    “There’s something important here,” he said. “It’s like Husserl in practice, not theory. But it doesn’t seem to come from a place of reason—or even a place that’s human.”

    “Yeah,” J. replied. “Castaneda’s all about escaping the human form, primarily from the social conditioning of perception.”

    J. was careful in speaking with Lowell, performing the theatrical role of a normal kid—a bright student unburdened and untouched by an entire lifetime of sordid acts and quiet crimes against man and nature.

    “The things I know, the things I enjoy, the things I’ve done—they’d make this mild-mannered fellow’s head explode. I wish he’d been my Dad, though. He has a noble and high-minded nature. But his Bible hates people like me. Their God is not my goat-foot God. I don’t have much of the human form left. But he can’t see it—I am something beyond the limits of his imagination. I am invisible to those untouched by real evil, though they smell something—that faint, persistent stink of a sheep-killing dog.”

    ***

    J. turned pale. A cold sweat broke across his scalp as Mr. Garstad announced that every student would be required to stand before the class and give a short speech about the book they’d chosen for their final paper.
    “No. I can’t do this. I can’t be under that kind of microscope—under that burning light. I live in the shadows. I’m not like these well-fed, healthy ones. They’ll pin me down with their hostile, idiot gaze.”
    He pulled Mr. Garstad aside and tried, in vain, to squirm out of the assignment—but the teacher wouldn’t hear of it.
    “You can opt out if you insist,” Lowell said. “But this is half your final grade on the paper—and that’s that.”
    J. seriously considered eating the bad grade. But then his inner Goblin—always hungry for chaos—gleamed with what Victor Hugo called “the dark happiness of the malicious.” He changed his mind. He’d do it, as requested—but in the most appalling manner possible,

    “Oh yes. I’ll make a prank of this assignment—a Prank of Pranks. Be most careful in what you demand of a Trickster.”

    ***

    J.’s chosen book to speak on was Kafka’s “Metamorphosis.”

    He arrived at school with his entire head—and his eyebrows—shaved to bare skin. There was hissing and whispering regarding his alien appearance, but his fellow students had grown a healthy fear of him over the years, as one wannabe bully learned, when he accosted J. rudely—shoving him and knocking down his books and art supplies.

    “HEY faggot! We don’t allow your kind in this school. Why don’tya go spread AIDS somewhere else?”

    J. did not so much as flinch, or show the slightest concern. He picked up his craft blade from the floor and with serene precision carved a pentagram into the palm of his left hand. The color drained from the face of his attacker as J. pressed his hand to the boy’s white Izod golf shirt and created upon it, directly over the bully’s heart, the imprint of the pentagram in blood. This boy—without another word—turned tail and ran like he’d seen Satan Himself. J. chanted nonsense syllables in a flat, inhuman voice and held his bloody hand aloft for all to see.
    After that, people tended to give J. a wide berth, and he was unbothered. In fact, he was ignored and drifted through the halls a ghost. This suited him well.

    Mr. Garstad did a double take when J. entered the classroom—bald, barefoot and wearing only a sleeveless smock made from a black plastic garbage bag. He had no words to address such an apparition, and so he shrugged it off—but something in the air of his classroom no longer smelled quite… wholesome.

    “Jesus. What kids will do,” Lowell thought. “But I’ve never seen anything like this. I will have to step in if certain lines even come close to being crossed. He is a reasonable lad—I thought—not so sure of that now.”

    ***

    After thirty minutes of enduring stupid speeches, J.’s turn to speak came. He stood up and gave George and Mike a deliberate glance, and a nod. They nodded back—the plan was in effect.
    J. read flatly from a quick paper he threw together, riffing on Nabokov’s notion that the anatomy of the giant insect presented in ‘Metamorphosis’ was not, in fact, a cockroach, but a beetle who should have been capable of flight. Mr. Garstad relaxed his anxiety on hearing this acceptable topic, and not something “beyond the pale.”
    But then J. pulled a clear plastic bag from his pocket. He dumped a handful of live crickets from this bag into his hand, and he tossed them all over the front row of students. Then he shouted,

    “I AM GREGOR SAMSA! I AM JOSEF K.! I AM NOT LIKE YOU!”

    As the girls in that row screamed, J. placed the remaining insects into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them with crunching noises. (He’d practiced eating them live all week, until they were no more repulsive than potato chips.)
    All over the room, tiny pet-shop crickets hopped and bounced off of the walls. On cue, George and Mike hurled a volley of apples at their friend—who staggered under the force of the projectiles.

    “Damn. That hurt. That will leave bruises. But it does land better this way.”

    J. turned and walked coolly back to his desk, as a cappella vomiting erupted behind him.

    Lowell stifled both his horror and his laughter with Upper Midwest, unflappable, Scandinavian stoicism. He had no idea how to handle a situation like this,

    “I don’t even understand what I am seeing here. But dammit, I don’t want my classroom covered in vomit!”

    “Someone please go and find a janitor. Class dismissed!”

    The entire class bolted for the door in such a rush that desks were overturned and students collided with each other. Mr. Garstad slumped over his desk, his head held in both hands. Jodie showed up to mop the room. She had graduated two years earlier and was now employed as a school custodian.

    “’Sup? Big Girl?” J. asked his old friend.

    “Sistah, nothing was up except a delicious fuckin’ cigarette—until I got called out for puke patrol. What the shit happened here? Where all these bugs come from?”

    J. stood up to leave. “I’ll tell you later, back at the Fortress—over a beer. I really owe you one.”

    “You know I’ma be there,” Jodie said, wringing out her mop. “Christ, you really did a number on ‘em this time. I know your work.”

    A cricket bounced off the overhead fluorescent light, landed in the mop water, and kept kicking.

    ***

    J. received a ‘B’ on the paper, with a note reading—”At least you emphasized the pivotal scene of the book. In fact, you out-Kafka’d Kafka, and that’s a remarkable achievement of some sort. You really do deserve an ‘A’ here, but I can’t be seen to professionally endorse such Grand Guignol excess. If you ever pull anything like this again, I will fail you for the semester.”

    ***

    (Lowell G. died just a few years later, at only fifty-three, from a brain tumor. Hardly a week goes by—even now—that J. doesn’t wish he could sit down at a school desk and discuss Henry Corbin with the Old Lutheran Bastard.)

    regards,
    A.R
    wulfsolence@gmail.com

  5. Dev

    Sounds good! I’ll get it to you within the next week or so. Can you remind me of your email address?

    I recently read Georg Buchner’s play Woyzeck but haven’t seen the Herzog version! Maybe that should be the next movie I watch. I had a music theory teacher who introduced me to the Alban Berg opera in like 7th grade, which is kind of funny in retrospect. Love Herzog’s Nosferatu, and I also find 70s Bruno Ganz super hot, lol.

  6. Carsten

    I have a very ambivalent relationship with Herzog. The often remarkable eye & ear, the guts—they’re all there. He’s made some wonderful films, no doubt. “Stroszek” is one of the few immigrant stories in film that feels both truthful & very funny. And of course he’s a globe trotter with a genuine interest in indigenous cultures. My problem comes in with how he deals with those cultures (& Laura touched on this). There’s always an air of the cultural conquistador to him. I don’t doubt that he meets those cultures with respect & real curiosity, but there’s some heavy colonial baggage he seems unable to shake. His is the mild colonial bias, the National Geographic kind, the “look at these fascinating savages” kind. Like the ethnographer who visits a tribe in order “to study them”. The problem is perspective. He’s so in love with his (often wildly inaccurate) vision of them that he never stops to consider or deeply investigate theirs. To the bourgeois ethnographer there’s nothing wrong with this, but Ousmane Sembène nailed the problem with his critique of Jean Rouch: “You look at us as if we were insects.” Which Rouch at least copped to. For Herzog everything that lands before his camera is ultimately just fodder for his aesthetic, his “ecstatic truth”. Which is a valid pursuit of course. Most directors operate like that, dictating everything. I just wish he’d be more honest about what he’s doing. Don’t even get me started on everything I find objectionable about his Mexican conquest project—thankfully never made.

    Is there a way to diagnose bronchitis without a doctor’s visit? Not much progress on my cold front. I hope yours leaves in time for you to enjoy Parisian Xmas to the full extent.

    Oh, I’ve been trying to post links to three Bruce Conner films that were missing (at least in their entirety) from your day on him. Hasn’t worked yet. No clue as to why: the usual comment glitches or does the blog platform have a problem with these websites? I’ll try via “reply”, one by one.

    • Laura

      yesss Carsten you said it. i saw this documentary a couple of years ago which i wish he could have seen too— also wish i remembered the name or the director but alas i’ve got nothing lol. anyway, this crew is in pursuit of a rare uncontacted Amazonian tribe and they’re all approaching it like these ppl are gonna be the height of purity and what humanity could have been if not for sOciEtY and it’s assumed they’re in possession of massive wisdom and metaphysical secrets or whatever. they do make contact, and the crew starts singing this hilariously absurd ad-hoc song like ‘we are gooood, we are goooooood’ in some geographically proximate language which they hope the tribespeople might understand. they sort of do, but it takes a couple of months for the docu ppl to philologise their way into their own understanding. in the end? the noble savages were just hugely baffled by the whole production and one said ‘wow man they can’t sing for shit’ and another said ‘that’s right, they are shit’ and later on yet another tribesman threw a rock at a tribesgirl’s head bc she wouldn’t fuck him or smth, she was really hurt so he concocted this unlikely story like every wife beater before him and like three months later they were all on the piss and wearing crappy clothes and they had no answers about the meaning of life or anything. like, basically everyone everywhere is the same arsehole and it was super satisfying.

  7. Nicholas.

    IM BACK! Haha still tired I keep waking up at 5am all of a sudden and playing chess with Joey sometimes thats fun! Omg the voice of absolute power He recently did a crazy cool trailer for one of the best long running video games ever Warframe!

    (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_BBQBywJoE&pp=ygUWd2FyZnJhbWUgd2VybmVyIGhlcnpvZw%3D%3D)

    So crazy timing sorta! Ive been good still beaming from all the Room Temp. vibes haha! Oh do you prefer a California hot Christmas or a White snowy one or whats Parisian Christmas like stinky and cheesy? And whats been your favorite Christmas gift ever?! I remember once when was tweenish(10-16) I woke up like Christmas morning to a literal tower of beautiful wrapped gifts I couldn’t believe it! My mom her work friends my aunts and a bunch more people all got me gifts and it added up to ALOt! Haha also one year I got a huge bag of books from my mom and she actually got me a bunch I liked and some I read before realizing you don’t have to finish a book if you dont love it! Okay thats a good wake up kinda god sleep is hard to catch up on you just lose more and more blah blah ttylxoxo!

  8. Hugo

    Hey Dennis.

    Glad to have the blog back. I’ve been in the dumps for a bit, so I’m a little anhedonic; my relationship of 4 years just ended, so I’ve now been wondering what to do with my life. I’m gonna be seeing Robert Gluck in London though, and I’ve been enjoying “Jack the modernist” in the meantime. It’s just been very lethargic and depressing for me this time of year, so I suppose it’s the time to watch more Herzog.

    Wish you the best.

  9. HaRpEr //

    Herzog seeming Xmassy isn’t weird to me at all. I have cravings to watch random seeming but very specific things around this season all the time. I guess in the weird space between Xmas day and New Years I decide to watch some big film that I have an inkling I might get some sort of kick out of. I think I might finally watch ‘Wicked’ this Boxing Day after years of being a Wizard of Oz purist. I do derive a kind of pretentious enjoyment out of watching things that I know will piss me off while actually having a lot of fun. It’s the kind of establishment artsy fartsy Oscar nod tearjerkers that I can’t sit through. Not before I probably sit through the 1939 ‘Wizard of Oz’ which I have a sudden craving for though. Apparently the 1939 film is not based on a book at all and has as much claim to a Baum adaptation as ‘Wicked’ does which is interesting. I love ‘The Wizard of Oz’ so much, it’s endlessly fascinating to me. I could read about it forever. That’s probably the most stereotypically queer/trans thing about me.

    Like a lot of people here my favourite Herzog is probably ‘Stroszek’. The ending is so beautiful. One of the greatest closing scenes ever. ‘Kaspar Hauser’ is another favourite. My dad showed that to me when I was a kid and it freaked me out (in a good way) but stayed with me.
    I’m interested to watch the movie Kinski directed, ‘Paganini’, I’ve heard a lot of mixed things about it but everyone seems to say it’s mad.

  10. Uday

    How does one go about soliciting a Room Temperature screening? Is there a way in which I could organise one? If there’s funding needed I might be able to put some together. It just occurred to me that if I can’t attend a screening I could put one together. Let me know if that’s a possibility! I’ve been staying at my ex-roommate’s flat for a few nights and we have two of my/our friends over right now for a potluck. They say hi! I also got to talk to *my* Mark today and there’s the slightest chance we end up in the same place next year. Things are lining up but there’s no guarantee they’ll stay in line, and I won’t find out until March anyway so there’s little point dreaming right now. I head out way east tomorrow, and will have to reorient my blog commenting schedule to account for the new timezones. Are you a fan of the Coltranes? Their music has some sort of weird command over my brain; it makes me jump and crawl and sway with it and I feel like if the structures of their pieces asked me to do anything I’d do it. It makes me feel unbound and insane and like the gin I’ve just had is immaterial to how I’m feeling and like nothing else could ever matter again but then the piece gets over and I’m filled with my obligations and worries and ethical concerns again. Early Werner Herzog day! I’m fond of the story he tells about not knowing John Waters is gay:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9P_sxaaMJE&pp=ygUZd2VybmVyIGhlcnpvZyBqb2huIHdhdGVycw%3D%3D
    In a way, of course, he is right.

  11. Wulf Solence

    “Even Dwarves Started Small” will still always be my favourite early Herzog, it has a humor and a high weirdness he more or less abandoned in later works. Kinski is the greatest actor of all time, granted.

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