love for wild things

he was made king of all wild things

he was made king of all wild things

the first time the book where the wild things are was read to me, i felt nauseous, nostalgic, yet free.

since then, i fell in love with the book–love out of sheer commitment, not out of infatuation.

it is a book that consists of ten sentences yet whose weight and simplicity are beyond epic.

i had goosebumps riding my arms and neck when i first saw the trailer of the film adaptation directed by demi-god spike jonze (of adaptation and being john malkovich—two astounding films that have niches in my hall of fame, too).

and i keep on having goosebumps when thoughts of the book and its characters and its scenes come to my mind every so often. these images rush towards me–when i am riding a tricycle, when i am choosing and hoarding books in a thrift store, when i am finishing up a bowl of Milo chocolate cereal (the closest i can get to having pseudo chocolate frosted sugar bombs courtesy of the universe of calvin and hobbes).

i have been committed to this book for years, and my staunch affinity amazes me.

i am afraid and excited to watch the book’s adaptation. not because it would destroy my images of and regard towards the book. i am afraid to catch myself drowning in the sensation of being overwhelmed, that’s why.

Three concert performances of Oliver Knussen’s adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are were staged with great success at Glyndebourne a dozen years ago.

Three concert performances of Oliver Knussen’s adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are were staged with great success at Glyndebourne a dozen years ago.


my dream is to someday watch the ballet and opera adaptations of “where the wild things are”. even just by myself. even if i have to cross the ocean to make it to the matinee.

because it’s only with wild things that i feel complete kinship with.

and it’s always nice to come home to a bowl of hot soup just waiting for you.

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2 thoughts on “love for wild things

  1. quel says:

    i hate you. now i have to go back one by one and read them all. not that i have to. i just want to. miss you eva gubs! ewww cheesy.

    • weight of words says:

      it’s nice to be overwhelmed most of the time. takes your breath away. makes you want to prance around and giggle. just silly, crazy things that give life a giddy spark. 🙂

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