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In the face of the obscene, explicit malice of the jungle, which lacks only dinosaurs as punctuation, I feel like a half-finished, poorly expressed sentence in a cheap novel. While hauling away a mud-smeared, uncooperative steel cable, one of the Indians farted from the effort with such force and duration that it sounded amid the roaring vulgarity of nature like the first indication of a human will to impose order. In my imagination my wishes carry me away to a place where people fly over church towers, church towers over farmland, ships over mountains, and continents over oceans.
Indonesia has ordered the categorical clear-cutting of entire islands.
"Werner Herzon in Conquest of the Useless - Reflections from the making of Fitzcarraldo.
Just finished this. Hearing what was going through Herzog’s genius and borderline-insane mind during this absurd endeavor is something to behold. I haven’t laughed as hard or been as inspired reading a novel in a long time.
