Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Wild Things

This is the newly released trailer for Spike Jonze's film adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are. When I was a little kid I remember reading a lot of Maurice Sendak's work, including In The Night Kitchen and Chicken Soup With Rice. The former was a piece of work that I enjoyed but did not fully understand; a sentiment that I still hold to this day. It has been many years since I have read Wild Things and all that I remember from the book is...well, don't really remember anything from the book. I recall a boy in drab animal themed pajamas, Max might have been his name, and some interactions with monsters, but not much else. The film version looks tasteful, and

Earlier this evening I was thinking about the difference between people and humans. People are the self aware beings that share toys and kill themselves because they are depressed. Humans are the carbon based life forms that grow hair and take naps. Chimpanzees and comatose human vegatables are examples of the two polar ends of the venn diagram that do not overlap. Sometimes I wish that humans were not so human. It may be easier if we can choose to be one or the other. Dogs always seem content because there is nothing else for them to be except to be dogs. I usually wash my hands after touching a dog. They are not very clean animals.

Speak easy,

1 comment:

kat(hryn) said...

I love Maurice Sendak. In 6th grade I did a project about him because he was my favorite children's author. I love In the Night Kitchen, Chicken Soup with Rice, Pierre, Alligators All Around, and Where the Wild Things Are.

I am going to write every line of the book that I can recall from memory, then you may soon learn the plot:

The night Max wore his wold suit and made mischief of one kind... and another...
His mother called him "Wild thing" and sent him to bed without eating any of his supper.
Until his ceiling hung with vines and the wall became the world all around.
So they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and showed their terrible claws.
Until Max tamed them with the magic trick of staring into their yellow eyes without blinking once.
Let the wild rumpus start.
Til Max said "Stop".
Please don't go, we'll eat you up, we love you so.
But Max said "no".
So he sailed in and out of weeks and almost through a year until he got home. And his dinner was still hot.

I think I'm definitely going to have to see the movie. Maybe I could bring Aiden.

Mickey in the Night Kitchen was the first penis I saw, I think.