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August, 1980 American Cinematographer magazine interview with Steadicam inventor and operator Garrett Brown regarding his experience filming The Shining.
“When Stanley [Kubrick] said the crosshairs were to be on someone’s left nostril…no other nostril would do.” —Garrett Brown
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Werner Herzog slaps a turkey
The camp is silent with resignation; only the turkey is making a racket. It attacked me, overestimating its own strength, and I quickly grabbed its neck, which squirmed and tried to swallow, slapped him left-right with the casual elegance of the arrogant cavaliers I had seen in French Musketeer films, who dutifully do fancy swordplay, and let the vain albino go. His feelings hurt, he trotted away, wiggling his rump but with his wings still spread in conceited display.
Werner Herzog, Camisea, Peru, June 1981; from Conquest of the Useless: Reflections from the Making of ‘Fitzcarraldo’.
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Werner Herzog on the weight of thoughts
Night descends very quickly. The universe’s light simply burns out, and then it is gone. The light just goes missing here. Under a fan a slight, dark local poet sat writing, but no one in this city ever seems to read; there is not a single bookstore for a million inhabitants. Life is dragging us down. I weighed myself in a pharmacy and found I was too heavy. The delicate needle on the scale moved more and more slowly, and it was almost a minute before it finally stood still, as if my weight were increasing the longer I stood on the scale. Maybe, I thought, the scale also weighs one’s thoughts.
Werner Herzog, Belém do Pará, 30 July 1980. From: Conquest of the Useless: Reflections from the Making of ‘Fitzcarraldo’.
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For certain fortunate people
For certain fortunate people there is something which transcends all classifications of behaviour, and that is awareness; something which rises above the programming of the past, and that is spontaneity; and something that is more rewarding than games, and that is intimacy. But all three of these may be frightening and even perilous to the unprepared. Perhaps they are better off as they are, seeking their solutions in popular techniques of social action, such as ‘togetherness’. This may mean that there is no hope for the human race, but there is hope for individual members of it.
Eric Berne, Games People Play: The Psychology of Human Relationships (1964)
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When we made te go back inte the house again we foun’ it was on fire so me ma had to run for help te me godmother who we weren’t speakin’ te at the time on account of the fact that she was our nearest neighbour an’ it was most likely hir wains that were stealin’ the gooseberries aff our bush wheniver me ma wasn’t lookin’ but ye have te overlook things like that in an emergency.
Frances Molloy, No Mate for the Magpie (1985)
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In the clear, hazeless air
The valley became barer, bleaker, progressively less inviting. Yet even here, in its upper reaches, it had a certain beauty; not its former beauty of woods and shades and gentle colours; but a bold, bizarre beauty; a kaleidoscope of strange pigments and exciting, unexpected contrasts. Soon the valley slopes fanned out, exposing new vistas: wider horizons: the whole range of the hills, startlingly detailed in the clear, hazeless air. Dead ahead there swelled up a smooth, symmetrical hummock, its slopes, flecked with mica, reflecting the sun like a massed array of heliographs. To the left rose a rugged mound of granite, smooth and scalloped as a magnified Dartmoor tor. While to the right towered a fantastic pyramid of wine-veined quartz: alternate layers of crimson, grey, and black.
The children moved slowly forward; dwarfed by the immensity of the hills.
James Vance Marshall, Walkabout
Erich Fromm has convincingly listed man’s needs as an object of devotion, an ability to relate, a desire for unity and rootedness, the wish to be effective, and the need for stimulation. Every one of these needs may be answered in a positive or a negative way. The object of devotion may be God, love, and truth; or it may be diverted into veneration of perverse idols. The need for relatedness may be satisfied by kindness and altruism; or by dependence and destructiveness. One may find rootedness and unity in brotherly co-operation and mystical experience; or one may find it in drunkenness, drug addiction, and depersonalisation.
Brian Masters, The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer
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