RIP Maurice Sendak, a true visionary.
Where the Wild Pups Are
His mother called him “Wild Thing!” and Brody said “I’ll eat you up!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything.
That very night in Brody’s yard a forest grew, and grew until the ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around
And he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year, to where the wild things are.
And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and showed their terrible claws
Till Brody said “Be still!” and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once
And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all, and made him king of all wild things.
And Brody the king of all wild things said “I’m lonely!” and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.
So Brody waved good-bye and sailed back almost over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his own room
Where he found his supper waiting for him.
And it was still hot.
(Originally posted October 30, 2009).