Sometimes when it gets to be too late to read without falling asleep I like to occupy myself with this clip:



I haven't seen any of Werner Herzog's narrative films, but I'm pretty sure he's probably a much better bullshit talker than he is a filmmaker. He's like an artist of quotes; these perfect little bizarre-o nuggets of linguistic pretension just spill out of his mouth with such elegant disdain.

"The trees here are in misery, and the birds are in misery. I don't think they sing, they just screech in pain."

"It's a land that God, if he exists, has created in anger."

"It is the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder." <---What does this mean? I love it.

"And we, in comparison to the articulate vileness and baseness and obscenity of all this jungle...we, in comparison to that enormous articulation...we only sound and look like badly-pronounced and half-finished sentences out of a stupid suburban novel."

I made this blog for one of my finals. The backstory is that my friend John lives in a building in Bushwick where the eccentric Puerto Rican guy downstairs keeps a duck in a kiddie pool (he also has a machete collection). Since our final could be a creative project I was inspired to create a blog entry about Bushwick from the POV of the duck.