I love this quote by Werner Herzog …
I HAVE ALWAYS SOUGHT TO TRANSFORM MY OWN EXPERIENCES AND FANTASIES INTO CINEMA … TRUE METAMORPHOSIS.
Totally agree.
He also framed the creative act as an inherently ambivalent one, oscillating between creation, destruction and purging.
Yes. The purging!
ARE MADE IN THE DETAILS –
NOT JUST A FEW DETAILS BUT EVERY DETAIL”
James Cameron, Oscar Winner
A Canadian filmmaker and environmentalist who is best known for making science fiction and epic films for the Hollywood mainstream. Cameron first gained recognition for directing The Terminator (1984). He found further critical and commercial success with Aliens (1986), The Abyss (1989), Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), and the comedy thriller True Lies (1994). His other productions include Titanic (1997) and Avatar (2009), with the former earning him Academy Awards in Best Picture, Best Director and Best Film Editing. Avatar, filmed in 3D technology, also garnered him nominations in the same categories.
Slavery operated in the very first civilizations on our planet eg Sumer in Mesopotamia, 5,500 years ago!!! Read Hammurabai’s Code about 1860BC, where slavery was clearly a well-established cultural institution.
Slavery came about with the development of agriculture about 10,000 BC, since it required a fit, and ultimately, profitable labour force. Many of the early slaves were captives of war.
Native African rulers, or warlords, collaborated with white European and Arab slave traders from the seventh century AD onwards.
The Portuguese and Dutch became involved from the 1400’s.
British merchants became involved in the 1700’s before it was outlawed and the Royal Navy actively worked to end the trade a hundred years later.
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The Unknown God
Once more, before I move on
and set my sights ahead,
in loneliness I lift my hands up to you,
you to whom I flee,
to whom I, in the deepmost depth of my heart,
solemnly consecrated altars
so that ever
your voice may summon me again.
Deeply graved into those altars
glows the phrase: To The Unknown God.
I am his, although I have, until now,
also lingered amid the unholy mob;
I am his – and I feel the snares
that pull me down in the struggle and,
if I would flee,
compel me yet into his service.
I want to know you, Unknown One,
Who reaches deep into my soul,
Who roams through my life like a storm –
You Unfathomable One, akin to me!
I want to know you, even serve you.
Friedrich Nietzsche, 1864
The Fugitive Stag 