July 11, 2001

  • I act wild and alone: watchful, observant.  Wild is not maniac: gesticulating boisterously with exaggerated bravado and little concern for steamrolling others in the world.  That’s mad, crazy, violent--but not wild.  Wild is watchful--like stepping on ice whose thickness is unknown and observing everything, anything that may give clue or cue to that first razor thin breach of the ice’s integrity--that sizzling perforation of the ice that develops like a quick fuse burning and portends an immersion catastrophe.  Wild is often just this quiescence: potent, gimlet observance.


    Chang-tzu, Taoist mystic, asks: “Who can wait until the moment for action?”  Only a truly wild woman, or wild man.


    Think of the character of William Wallace (Mel Gibson) in the movie Braveheart.  Now there was a truly civilized wild being.

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