#Herzog

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Burden of Dreams (Les Blank, 1982)

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[litsnaps]

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Lebenszeichen (Signs of Life) | Werner Herzog | 1968

(Peter Brogle, Athina Zacharopoulou)

[nsk96]

Besties of Black Swan Bay (4738 words) by NSK117

Fandom: 龙族幻想 | Dragon Raja (Video Game), 龙族 - 江南 | Dragon Raja Series - Jiang Nan Rating: Mature Summary: Self-insert fan fiction that I wasn't sure I'd post but here I am posting because the universe and my friends said so: Hoping to save Chime Gen, I get thrown into the world of Dragon Raja and end up at Black Swan Bay in the clutches of Herzog and Bondarev. Watch as I try to find a way to survive and learn who my true allies are.

First two chapters of my self-insert fan fiction are posted y'all. I'm embracing my cringe. I can't believe I started writing this in 2022

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Of course Zipporah, that realist, was right to refuse Father Herzog. He wanted to run bootleg whisky to the border, and get into the big time. He and Voplonsky borrowed from moneylenders, and loaded a truck with cases. But they never reached Rouses Point. They were hijacked, beaten up, and left in a ditch. Father Herzog took the worse beating because he resisted. The hijackers tore his clothes, knocked out one of his teeth, and trampled him.

He and Voplonsky the blacksmith returned to Montreal on foot. He stopped at Voplonsky's shop to clean up, but there was not much he could do about his swollen bloody eye. He had a gap in his teeth. His coat was torn and his shirt and undergarment were blood-stained.

That was how he entered the dark kitchen on Napoleon Street. We were all there. It was gloomy March, and anyway the light seldom reached that room. It was like a cavern. We were like cave dwellers. "Sarah!" he said. "Children!" He showed his cut face. He spread his arms so we could see his tatters, and the white of his body under them. Then he turned his pockets inside out—empty.

As he did this, he began to cry, and the children standing about him all cried. It was more than I could bear that anyone should lay violent hands on him—a father, a sacred being, a king. Yes, he was a king to us. My heart was suffocated by this horror. I thought I would die of it. Whom did I ever love as I loved them?

Thief, dir. Michael Mann, 1981 / Herzog, Saul Bellow, 1964

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His mind took one of its odd jumps. He opened a clean page in his grimy notebook, and in the twig-divided shade of a wild cherry, infested with tent caterpillars, he began to make notes for a poem.

Saul Bellow, Herzog

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“It's not true this rhetoric about civilians not aware, not involved. It's absolutely not true.

"They could have risen up, they could have fought against that evil regime which took over Gaza in a coup 'd état.”

Victim-shaming much?

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...we are more interested in the direct physical and emotional impact, like the sound of music or the scent of a flower. We are not looking for meaning in our buildings. A building cannot be read like a book, it does not have any credits, subtitles or labels like pictures in a gallery. A building is a building. In that sense, we are absolutely anti-representational. The strength of our buildings is the immediate, visceral impact they have on a visitor. For us that is all that is important in architecture.

Jacques Herzog, Jeffrey Kipnis in conversation with Jacques Herzog Jeffrey Kipnis: "Una Conversación con Jacques Herzog (H&deM). A Conversation with Jacques Herzog (H&deM)." In: Fernando Márquez Cecilia, Richard C. Levene (Eds.). "El Croquis. Herzog & de Meuron 1993-1997." Vol. No. 84, Madrid, El Croquis, 1997. pp. 7-21.

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Werner Herzog in "The Boondocks" vs Werner Herzog in "Monster"

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Burden of Dreams (Les Blank, 1982)

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two cars are better than one

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Stroszek (1976)

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Lebenszeichen (Signs of Life) | Werner Herzog | 1968

Peter Brogle, and Florian Fricke of Popol Vuh fame

This is pre-Popol Vuh though. Florian Fricke became friends with Werner Herzog in 1967 and formed Popol Vuh in 1969. The band went on to contribute soundtracks to several of Herzogs films.

[nsk96]

A sneak peak into my dragon raja self insert fan fiction because I’m excited to start working on it again. Gotta spoil it a little (a lot):

I get teleported to the world of Dragon Raja with the hopes of meeting Chime but I get sent to the wrong time and place: Black Swan Bay

Besides freezing my ass off, I get captured and interrogated by Herzog and Bondarev. Bondarev is especially curious about how I know their names.

They first suspect I’m a spy until I reveal to Bondarev in private that I know his plans. I make a deal with him to keep me alive in exchange for information about his future. Herzog puts him in charge of keeping an eye on me.

That’s where the one bed trope comes in. Doesn’t start that way though. I sleep on the floor in the beginning 👁️👄👁️

Because as expected, he’s pretty cruel and cold…but then warms up…then gets flirty…then sweet…then things heat up…then betrayal?…then bittersweet…then comforting…then sweet…then super hot…then heartbreak from the biggest betrayal…then sweet again…then bitter af for 2 years because imagine living with a roommate who doesn’t know how to do any chores…

then sweet again…then scary because meeting his family…then heartbreak and loneliness because he’s being an idiot but in a sweet way because he’s worried about my safety…then super hot…then scary because an old enemy resurfaces…then sad because we get separated (don’t wanna spoil how)

I’m still debating on the ending whether or not I stay in that world or come back home. Or when the old enemy resurfaces. Originally planning for the old enemy to show up decades later, but thought it would be better earlier on since Bondarev is more likely to be idiotic at this younger age than later on. Makes for good drama.

Or maybe there can be 2 old enemies. One early on; that one being someone Bondarev pissed off years ago. Then the second one shows up decades later. A guy like Bondarev is bound to have a lot of enemies anyways. More so after convincing him to take an alternative more legal route to “world domination”. Either way I be ready 👁️👁️ Cinnamon roll ready to fight for her new fam

Also at Black Swan Bay, I make a couple of other friends who also become my besties. A nurse and a chemist. The chemist has a crush on Bondarev so he’s a little sad at first when he sees Bondy boy flirting but the crush is short lived when someone else comes along. The nurse is one of the only nice ones and really cares about the orphans there.

I convince Herzog to let me work for him in the lab. Just to gain his trust to increase my chances of survival. But he starts to get really creepy towards me.

I got art commissioned of me and Bondarev together. I was waiting until I get to this specific scene to post it but progress is too slow so I’ll post it now. I should have posted it last year T~T

Art by @xisewc. Thank you again for this beautiful piece🫶🏼

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For instance? Well, for instance, what it means to be a man. In a city. In a century. In transition. In a mass. Transformed by science. Under organized power. Subject to tremendous controls. In a condition caused by mechanization. After the late failure of radical hopes. In a society that was no community and devalued the person. Owing to the multiplied power of numbers which made the self negligible. Which spent military billions against foreign enemies but would not pay for order at home. Which permitted savagery and barbarism in its own great cities. At the same time, the pressure of human millions who have discovered what concerted efforts and thoughts can do. As megatons of water shape organisms on the ocean floor. As tides polish stones. As winds hollow cliffs. The beautiful supermachinery opening a new life for innumerable mankind. Would you deny them the right to exist? Would you ask them to labor and go hungry while you yourself enjoyed old-fashioned Values? You—you yourself are a child of this mass and a brother to all the rest. or else an ingrate, dilettante, idiot. There, Herzog, thought Herzog, since you ask for the instance, is the way it runs.

—Saul Bellow, Herzog, 1964.