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Santa Maria De Nieva, 14 October 1979
Seen from the air, the jungle below looked like kinky hair, seemingly peaceful, but that is deceptive, because in its inner being nature is never peaceful. Even when it is denatured, when it is tamed, it strikes back at its tamers and reduces them to pets, rosy pigs, which then melt like fat in a skillet. This brings to mind the image, the great metaphor, of the pig in Palermo, which I heard had fallen into a sewer shaft: it lived down there for two years and continued to grow, surviving on the garbage that people threw down the shaft, and when they hauled the pig out, after it had completely blocked the drain, it was almost white, enormously fat, and had taken on the form of the shaft. It had turned into a kind of monumental, whitish grub, rectangular, cubic, and wobbly, an immense hunk of fat that could move only its mouth to eat, while its legs had shrunk and retracted into the body fat.
Werner Herzog’s jungle journals / via : invisiblestories
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Hitchcock / Spellbound / 1945 / Dream sequence by Salvador Dali / via : surprisingwhereyoufindgod
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Matthew Stone / Uncondistional Commitment to Sacred Love / 2010 / via : des-plis-et
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Henri Dutilleux / L’arbre des songes, Concerto pour violon et orchestre : I. Librement / Yossif Ivanov, Kazushi Ono & Orchestre de l’Opéra National de Lyon
