Primarily a writing exercise, this dream journal-inspired blog is a quiet introspective sojourn into the process that we traverse in going from private dream to public art. I see our dreaming as an internalized mythmaking. As I philosophize and expressively exhibit dreams, both private and public, I encourage and delight in creative language as a way to practice experiential metaphors through a “public dreaming." Writing Theory: Creative Dream Fiction
Showing posts with label Werner Herzog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Werner Herzog. Show all posts

Monday, 20 February 2012

Professional Dreaming unto the Last Horizon




[Werner Herzog]

"And how does it happen that we are encountering each other here at the end of the world?"

[Stefan Pashov (Philosopher, Forklift Driver)]

"I think that’s a logical place to find each other because this place works almost as a natural selection for people who have this intention to jump off the margin of the map and we all meet here, where all the lines of the map converge. There is no point that is south of the South Pole. I think there is a fair amount of the population here which are full-time travelers and part-time workers. So, yes those are the professional dreamers. They dream all the time. And I think through them the great cosmic dreams come into fruition because the universe dreams to our dreams. And, I think that there is many different ways for the reality to bring itself forward and dreaming is definitely one of those ways." 


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"In the upswing of a jet train
cooling into the sonic blues
of a new world horizon
soothing the answers of the afraid
in mundane pockets of strange insignificance,
a judgment inane"


Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Cavernous Dreaming, Forgotten



Lions painted in the Chauvet Cave by HTO


French Archaeologist

The first time I entered the Chauvet cave, I had a chance to get in during five days, and it was so powerful that every night I was dreaming of lions and every day it was the same shock for me, it was an emotional shock, I mean, I am a scientist, but a human too, and after five days I decided not to go back into the cave because I needed time just to relax and take time to...

Herzog

To absorb it?

French Archaeologist

To absorb it.

Herzog

And you dreamt not of paintings of lions but of real lions?

Herzog

Of both. Of both definitely.

Herzog

Were you afraid in your dreams?

French Archaeologist

No, I was not afraid. I was not afraid, it was more a feeling of powerful things and deep things, a way to understand things which is not a direct way.


From "Cave of Forgotten Dreams" by Werner Herzog