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The Bear Behind You

by Vanderleun on August 29, 2019

Always take the initiative.
There is nothing wrong with spending a night in jail if it means getting the shot you need.
Send out all your dogs and one might return with prey.
Never wallow in your troubles; despair must be kept private and brief.
Learn to live with your mistakes.
Expand your knowledge and understanding of music and literature, old and modern.
That roll of unexposed celluloid you have in your hand might be the last in existence, so do something impressive with it.
There is never an excuse not to finish a film.
Carry bolt cutters everywhere.
Thwart institutional cowardice.
Ask for forgiveness, not permission.
Take your fate into your own hands.
Learn to read the inner essence of a landscape.
Ignite the fire within and explore unknown territory.
Walk straight ahead, never detour.
Manoeuvre and mislead, but always deliver.
Don’t be fearful of rejection.
Develop your own voice.
Day one is the point of no return.
A badge of honor is to fail a film theory class.
Chance is the lifeblood of cinema.
Guerrilla tactics are best.
Take revenge if need be.
Get used to the bear behind you.

24 Life Lessons from Werner Herzog

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Mary Ann August 29, 2019, 3:10 PM

For my little world…#4 and #9( except it’s needle nose pliers not bolt cutters).

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Mary Ann August 29, 2019, 3:14 PM

For me in my little world it’s #4 and #9 (except it’s needle nose pliers not bolt cutters).

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Jeff Brokaw August 30, 2019, 5:03 AM

Great advice, and I learned nearly all of it the hard way, and continue to learn it that way as I enter my seventh decade.

Life is all about adapting, acquiring wisdom that enriches you, and discarding foolishness that holds you back.

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James ONeil August 30, 2019, 10:30 AM

Since I first saw the list I always mentally change #24 to Always be aware of the bear behind you.

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Of those so close beside me, which are you?
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The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
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The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
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a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
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And of man seeking good,
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In meiner Heimat
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His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

— Eliot

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