WE ARE NOT WILD THINGS
"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself,"
said Lawrence.
It's inspiring, especially
when coming
from the rapey charisma of Viggo
in GI JANE. What
a pleasant repurposing that poem
was given. It made the celluloid
it emanated from that much brighter, unlike
say Van Sant's PSYCHO, or Haley's Freddy Krueger. Offenses
that left our hearts and brains duller,
less astute. Pulled in by a pack instinct
as though we are, well,
wild things.
Which in the desperate grasping way
of things we have evolved past. Sure we retain
the dumb fear and misguided adrenaline
rush of an animal alone, struggling
to survive.
But our gift is choice, the ability
to look instinct in it's panicked eye
and say no, there is a better way. A wild
thing is what it is, we are what we
choose. To revert
doesn't make us Asland. It makes us
a lion more suited to Oz.
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