1. i am increasingly mesmerised by Busta Rhymes. A classic Busta line: “I’m slick like Fonzarelli and rich like Cunningham”. i wish to inflict this line upon my students.

2. Reflecting on yesterday’s post, i must qualify my apparent indifference to money. i am actually extremely keen on money and probably spend at least an hour a week brooding on how much, or little, money i will make this month, compared to how much, and much, i must pay for medical insurance, rent, interest repayments, etc. etc. etc. Money is freedom, if you have the mind to use it well; it is freedom from office labour, from the majority of life’s cares, from worry about the near and distant future.

i wish to be obscenely rich. i wish to own a vintage Mercedes (i hate the new models, but today i passed an older model, a beautiful dark metallic green, and moaned in lust) – or, at the least, a BMW or Audi, painted elberry (a special colour i devised myself); i wish to travel, and not as a backpacker; i wish to try Amarano wines (recommended by a student); i wish to buy a decent stereo and have a house or flat large enough to accommodate my hundreds of CDs, DVDs, and books (all now in England). i wish to repay my increasingly hideous debts, and to have my enemies brutally murdered. i wish to have many beautiful, big-assed whores, and to explain them to Juniper thus: “just a little something to divert my lusts when you’re not around, none of them can put curtains up like you, or nag me like you” (she is a first class nagger, like all German women).

But it is a matter of priorities. My work must come first – but i have faith that it IS possible to do good work, and yet make enough money to walk about Munich in a gold Elvis suit, surrounded by expensive whores.

3. A great interview with the great Werner Herzog. The more i hear about him, the greater he seems. Some samples:

 “The Spanish Inquisition had one goal, to eradicate all traces of Muslim faith on the soil ofSpain, and hence you had to confess and proclaim the innermost deepest nature of your faith to the commission. And almost as a parallel event, explaining and scrutinizing the human soul, into all its niches and crooks and abysses and dark corners, is not doing good to humans. We have to have our dark corners and the unexplained. We will become uninhabitable in a way an apartment will become uninhabitable if you illuminate every single dark corner and under the table and wherever—you cannot live in a house like this anymore. And you cannot live with a person anymore—let’s say in a marriage or a deep friendship—if everything is illuminated, explained, and put out on the table. There is something profoundly wrong. It’s a mistake. It’s a fundamentally wrong approach toward human beings.”

In the documentary that Herzog made about Kinski after his death, My Best Fiend, he alludes in passing to one other time when he sincerely entertained murderous thoughts toward his leading man, when he planned to firebomb Kinski’s house until deterred by Kinski’s dog. I’d like to know more.

“We had plans to kill each other, strangely enough, at exactly the same time,” Herzog begins, a little hesitantly. “But you have to see it as these beautiful plots, like in a detective story, and those were mostly plots, I would say, in sheer fantasy. But at some moment it got closer than just a pure fantasy.”

What were you going to do?

[pause] “Well, as I said, I plotted to kill him.”

Did you actually have the firebomb?

[long pause] “I can’t answer that. I only can answer that he had this very vigilant shepherd dog, and the presence of the shepherd dog dissuaded me.”

This is a great man. i wrote yesterday about the enabling proximity of death; the easiest way to this power is by near suicide, but now i think about it, being willing to firebomb Klaus Kinski is a pretty good alternative.

Herzog is not a modern man. i would love to know of his other lives; i vaguely imagine some Medieval wandering lunatic preacher, the kind of maniac who is actually 100% sane, but has arrived at insane positions through perseverence. It’s a pity he doesn’t make a film about Wittgenstein; i doubt it could be as wrong-headed as Derek Jarman’s effort, and there are certainly strange scenes in LW’s life, episodes which would appeal to the creator of Aguirre (building Gretl’s house, serving as an artillery observer on the Eastern Front, beating schoolchildren, etc). Karl Johnson, who played LW in Jarman’s film, looked vaguely like the man but utterly lacked his depth, his power and resolve; the result is a brittle, charmless neurotic. Herzog would probably cast Busta Rhymes as Wittgenstein, and it would be completely convincing.

One of these men is Wittgenstein, one is Busta Rhymes, but less than 2% of philosophy professors can tell them apart.