Peter Benchley's Amazon was out of place, lost on television. Stranded in the jungle of do-anything-for-ratings it was a beautiful haunting opera lost on the astonished savages, singing its epic of homelessness in the pouring rain. Thus cancellation after one brief brilliant amazing season. The darkness comprehended it not. The words have been lost.
To understand Amazon you must first live it. You have to be a member of the Ghost Tribe when holy war comes before you can wonder who are the savages. You have to be a man dying of middle age before the spell of Prudence can save your life. You have to be the son of missionaries to know what it means to be a child of promise. You have to be homeless to want to go home.
The Amazon is a place of life and death, an exuberant burst of biology, a cathedral of divine survival. The lost meaning of Amazon can be discovered in the study of biology, and in the peculiar biology of the human mind, that wilderness of light and darkness and survival where the words infect, spread, become lost, and finally turn up in the arms of the person who is holding the arms.
Congratulations to everyone who was involved in the show for a job very well done!
To understand Amazon you must first live it. You have to be a member of the Ghost Tribe when holy war comes before you can wonder who are the savages. You have to be a man dying of middle age before the spell of Prudence can save your life. You have to be the son of missionaries to know what it means to be a child of promise. You have to be homeless to want to go home.
The Amazon is a place of life and death, an exuberant burst of biology, a cathedral of divine survival. The lost meaning of Amazon can be discovered in the study of biology, and in the peculiar biology of the human mind, that wilderness of light and darkness and survival where the words infect, spread, become lost, and finally turn up in the arms of the person who is holding the arms.
Congratulations to everyone who was involved in the show for a job very well done!