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Cuando evoca el cúmulo de sus proyectos, Herzog dice algo muy hermoso y muy desconcertante: dice que lo "empujan" como si no tuviera elección. Claramente el hombre puede rebelarse a todo, salvo al llamado imperioso del poder en él.

—Emmanuel Burdeau

(Source: praeliber)

Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That’s what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.

—Marion ~ Wings of Desire (via virtualnarcissism)

Now it’s serious. At last it’s becoming serious. So I’ve grown older. Was I the only one who wasn’t serious? Is it our times that are not serious? I was never lonely neither when I was alone, nor with others. But I would have liked to be alone at last. Loneliness means I’m finally whole. Now I can say it as tonight, I’m at last alone. I must put an end to coincidence. The new moon of decision. I don’t know if there’s destiny but there’s a decision. Decide! We are now the times. Not only the whole town - the whole world is taking part in our decision. We two are now more than us two. We incarnate something. We’re representing the people now. And the whole place is full of those who are dreaming the same dream. We are deciding everyone’s game. I am ready. Now it’s your turn. You hold the game in your hand. Now or never. You need me. You will need me. There’s no greater story than ours, that of man and woman. It will be a story of giants… invisible… transposable… a story of new ancestors. Look. My eyes. They are the picture of necessity, of the future of everyone in the place. Last night I dreamt of a stranger… of my man. Only with him could I be alone, open up to him, wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me. Surround him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. I know… it’s you.

Gilad Atzmon @Buenos AiresPresenting the spanish edition of The Wondering Who? The movie Gilad and All that Jazzfollowed by a great concert at Notorious.Right now, playing at Jazz & Pop..
Wednesday 10th @Facultad de Filosofia y Letras, UBAThursday 11th @ Thelonious.

ph: Belen Asad (myself)

Gilad Atzmon @Buenos Aires
Presenting the spanish edition of The Wondering Who?
The movie Gilad and All that Jazz
followed by a great concert at Notorious.
Right now, playing at Jazz & Pop..

Wednesday 10th @Facultad de Filosofia y Letras, UBA
Thursday 11th @ Thelonious.

ph: Belen Asad (myself)

I am in a chaos of principles—groping in the dark—acting by instinct and not after example. Eight or nine years ago when I came here first, I had a neat stock of fixed opinions, but they dropped away one by one; and the further I get the less sure I am. I doubt if I have anything more for my present rule of life than following inclinations which do me and nobody else any harm, and actually give pleasure to those I love best. There, gentlemen, since you wanted to know how I was getting on, I have told you. Much good may it do you! I cannot explain further here. I perceive there is something wrong somewhere in our social formulas: what it is can only be discovered by men or women with greater insight than mine—if, indeed, they ever discover it—at least in our time.

Thomas Hardy - Jude The Obscure

EL AMOR ME ENSEÑA A NO AMAR

El amor me enseña a no amar, a abrir la ventana

al borde del camino. ¿Puedes emerger de la llamada de la albahaca

y partirme en dos: tú y lo que queda de la canción?

Cualquier amor es el amor. En cada amor veo el amor, como muerte de una muerte precedente.

Viento que se afana en impulsar a los caballos, entre nubes y valles, a su madre-viento.

¿No puedes salir del tintineo de mi sangre para que acune este ardiente deseo,

para que aparte a las abejas de los pétalos de la rosa contagiosa?

Cualquier amor es el amor. Me pregunta: ¿cómo ha vuelto el vino a su madre y se ha quemado?

¡Qué dulce es el amor cuando atormenta y destruye al narciso del deseo!

El amor me enseña a no amar y me deja a merced de las hojas.

Mahmud Darwish

are we the means through which the universe becomes conscious of itself?

—Werner Herzog

Love and Life

All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone;
Like transitory dreams given o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment’s all my lot,
And that as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts and broken vows;
If I by miracle can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
‘Tis all that Heaven allows.

—John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

thetalks:

“If I knew that tomorrow a meteorite would destroy our planet, I would start shooting a new film today.” - Werner Herzog

thetalks:

“If I knew that tomorrow a meteorite would destroy our planet, I would start shooting a new film today.” - Werner Herzog