"If you arrive in a village at sunset, go no farther, stop there; if you arrive at the edge of a river in spate, wait until the water goes down before crossing; if you get angry at night, wait until morning before doing anything."
The Jean Rouch retrospective at UCLA/Hammer continues today, Friday, February 22nd, at 7:30pm with Petit à petit (1968) and Cocorico! Monsieur Poulet (1974)....
Photography was once our great conveyor of the insufficient. There's basic information, proudly unusable and hollow. What you thought was there was not there, and you too become nothing.
A double impenetrable. Contrary to our age, photography once completely disproved coordinates (the diary aides, but not police-work; it is pure paper). Photography is at least two, and never one. To the point of cliche: Bresson's fake film-within-the-film in Four Nights of Dreamer: the dying pulls out a photomaton of his beloved.
They carry nativeness / To a conclusion / In suicide. We want to defend / Limitation / And do not know how.