Old Friend Werner Herzog
Quotes:
"And what haunts me, is that in all the faces of all the bears that Treadwell ever filmed, I discover no kinship, no understanding, no mercy. I see only the overwhelming indifference of nature. To me, there is no such thing as a secret world of the bears. And this blank stare speaks only of a half-bored interest in food. But for Timothy Treadwell, this bear was a friend, a savior."
"Film is not analysis, it is the agitation of mind; cinema comes from the country fair and the circus, not from art and academicism."
"It is not only my dreams, my belief is that all these dreams are your's as well. The only distinction between me and you is that I can articulate them. And that is what poetry or painting or literature or film making is all about... it's as simple as that. I make films because I have not learned anything else and I know I can do it to a certain degree. And it is my duty because this might be the inner chronicle of what we are. We have to articulate ourselves, otherwise we would be cows in the field."
"There are deeper strata of truth in cinema, and there is such a thing as poetic, ecstatic truth. It is mysterious and elusive, and can be reached only through fabrication and imagination and stylization."
Build Your Ship of Death
by D. H. Lawrence
I
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
and the long journey towards oblivion.
The apples falling like great drops of dew
to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.
5 And it is time to go, to bid farewell
to one's own self, and find an exit
from the fallen self.
II
Have you built your ship of death, O have you?
O build your ship of death, for you will need it.
10 The grim frost is at hand, when the apples will fall
thick, almost thundrous, on the hardened earth.
And death is on the air like a smell of ashes!
Ah! can't you smell it?
And in the bruised body, the frightened soul
15 finds itself shrinking, wincing from the cold
that blows upon it through the orifices.
III
And can a man his own quietus make
with a bare bodkin?
With daggers, bodkins, bullets, man can make
20 a bruise or break of exit for his life;
but is that a quietus, O tell me, is it quietus?
Surely not so! for how could murder, even self-murder
ever a quietus make?
IV
O let us talk of quiet that we know,
25 that we can know, the deep and lovely quiet
of a strong heart at peace!
How can we this, our own quietus, make?
V
Build then the ship of death, for you must take
the longest journey, to oblivion.
30 And die the death, the long and painful death
that lies between the old self and the new.
Already our bodies are fallen, bruised, badly bruised,
already our souls are oozing through the exit
of the cruel bruise.
35 Already the dark and endless ocean of the end
is washing in through the breaches of our wounds,
already the flood is upon us.
Oh build your ship of death, your little ark
and furnish it with food, with little cakes, and wine
40 for the dark flight down oblivion.
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Mondo Recommends: Dostoevsky's Brothers Karamozov
If you haven't already, now is the time to read The Brothers Karamazov
You will never be the same.
El Mono
PS. Learn even more about my good friend Fedor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky with whom I was arrested together with in 1849. We both had belonged to an illegal literary/political group. I even helped him on his first novel titled in English Poor Folk.
El Mono de Mondo Monkee in 1748
Yep, that's me (or at least the artist's conception of me) in 1748. This image appeared in the famous French philosopher and writer Diderot's Encyclopedie
As you can see from the engraving, I was not exactly flattered by the rendition, yet for historical purposes, it serves this blog well. For one, it proves to the skeptical that I was indeed here on earth over 250 years ago. Of course, I claim to have been here much longer, but for now, this picture helps me prove my existence in the 18th century.
As time permits, I will search for portraits of me from bygone eras. These old drawings in history act as my own personal scrapbook. Hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
El Mono
Fellow Traveler: Gentilissima Beatrice
Beatrice...I haven't seen in years. She was once the main focus of my life. It took a long time to heal the pain of her loss, but I am over it now.
She captivated Dante's heart and became his muse and inspired his Divine Comedy. Her ability to play human roles was that good.
It is said that she died in 1290, but as a traveler, I am not inclined to believe all stories, especially stories of death.
There's always a catch.
El Mono
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Fellow Traveler: Kierk the Gorilla
One of my good friends is Kierk the Gorilla.
He's a big, gentle, "lyrical philosopher". At least that's what he calls himself.
His hobby is cultivating daisies. He claims they are edible, yet I am not planning on eating any, for after he eats them, he starts talking to himself in a strange voice. His eyes become wild, and then he dances in a circle, spinning until he can't spin any more. What's worse is that he forgets the whole thing and continues to claim they are good for your health and safe. I am NOT convinced.
He is working on a philosophy that is a synthesis of the Judeo-Christian God-Man with the Greek tradition of Mind/Body duality. It's a little too heavy for me, and he does not have much of an audience; however, when the timing is right, some of the things he says can be very interesting.
Hopefully, I will have time to write down some of his most interesting ideas in the near future. There are at least two people in the world who would benefit from them.
El Mono