Saturday, 17 May 2014

still wild


We are wild but tamed by television, controlled by Captain Clock, hemmed in by routine and obedience to petty convention. The more suffocatingly enclosed we are, the louder our wild genes scream in misery, aggression, anger and despair. In wildness is our self-willed, self-governing freedom, and such wild freedom blossoms within us, bubbles over with an anarchic ivresse of feeling. And we glint when the wild light shines. 


Jay Griffiths (Wild)

 

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  1. This reminds me of the video that you tweeted about Kate Tempest's poem on teenagers..

    I wonder what does her poem mean to you?
    How are teenagers generally viewed in Britain??

    And is that photo in England or another country?? :)

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