"...And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go- we'll eat you up- we love you so!" And Max said, "No!" The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him- and it was still hot." Maurice Sendak - Where the Wild Things Are
Friends.
I want to be where the wild things are. Where are they? Where? I need to create. Oh so inspired...painting, photography, music, more...and more and more and more. It's simply driving me crazy to feel all of this inside of me. How do I get it out? I feel like Yael Naim's song Far Far. Sarah Eve heard this song awhile back and immediately thought of me. It really does describe me just about perfectly.
"Far far, there's this little girl,
she was praying for something to happen to her.
Everyday she writes words and more words
just to spit out the thoughts that keep floating inside.
And she's strong when the dreams come 'cause they
take her, cover her, they are all over.
The reality looks far now, but don't go.
How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside.
How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside.
Far far, there's this little girl,
she was praying for something good to happen to her.
From time to time there are colors and shapes
dazzling her eyes, tickling her hands.
They invent her a new world with
oil skies and aquarelle rivers,
but don't you run away already
please don't go.
How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside.
How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess inside.
Take a deep breath and dive,
There's a beautiful mess inside.
How can you stay outside?
There's a beautiful mess,
beautiful mess inside.
Oh beautiful, beautiful.
Far far there's this little girl,
she was praying for something big to happen to her.
Every night she hears beautiful strange music,
it's everywhere there's nowhere to hide.
But if it fades she begs
"Oh Lord don't take it from me, don't take it."
She says, "I guess I'll have to give it birth,
there's a beautiful mess inside and it's everywhere."
Just look at yourself now,
deep inside,
deeper than you ever dared,
there's a beautiful mess inside."
This describes me all over. Only in the past few years have I realized many things I see are not normal, nor many things I do. Like the way I dream. I often hear it narrated to me in words of beauty...or I hear music and later convey it through my instruments.
When I hear a song I see a picture, when I see a picture I hear a song. I see colors and images and...I guess that's why I love photography so much. I can see an image I want to capture before I ever even see it. I really just have to do something. All the time.
Back to the wild things. There is one inside of me. It's asleep, but I think it's awakening.
Alec, your heart is so beautiful. Really. I love that you put my favorite book in the entire world in your blog. And that song...mmm. I can't even describe it, but those two things just created in me a new longing. I don't even know it yet. But I want to awaken it in me. You're great.
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