electricgecko

The memory of reading Werner Herzog’s autobiography will remain connected to the ground floor apartment I inhabited by myself for a couple weeks in late Summer, and the light that fell onto its wooden furniture between five and six in the evening. Herzog’s resilience is expressed with loving belligerence. It stems from a feeling of kinship with the elder world, its animals and phenomena and their direct relation to the world of thoughts and images. His perspective skips the tiresome social layer and directly connects the heart to the sun, to decaying stone, to the soft chirping of chicklets, the big river and my mind when it is free.

Apply less force to time.

Carry the world/Walk the line/To your eventual demise
Where there was none before and there will be none after
(Rua Heroismo 333)

Ich kann mich an manche perfekte Tage erinnern, als vollkommene Rhythmen von Raum und Perspektive, Tage, deren Licht anhält. Der 21. März meines sechsunddreißigsten Jahres war ein solcher Tag.