A Walk on the Wild Side Modern cities are no doubt choking in their own artificiality. The need to balance the practical and affective aspects of life is crushed by the demands of the technocratic society. This creates tensions that crave release. These tensions are mirrored in the way modern cities delineate by zones, the droll politeness of business dealings of the day from the sleaziness of exotic pleasures by night. For the simpler sorts good cooking and wines might be stimuli enough for one evening and they probably brush their teeth before going to bed. For some others the night's tentacles draw them into the thin borderline zones between sensuality and sordidness. According to Lou Reed, the extremity (the wild side) is where compulsive desires are laid bare and acted upon. If his dead-pan style of delivery is a gesture of a poet's objectivity, perhaps the exhibits he describes are intended as metaphors for humanity itself, confused and aimless, slowly expiating its life energies in small drips of unredeemed gratifications. We are more used to the idea of armageddon being a sudden quick ending but what if it happens to be a gradual imperceptible process of decay? Apart from interpreting Lou Reed's words and music as a veiled warning, it must also be said that the wild side continues to exist because evidently it is economically viable. Rome, 12 12 2004 |