Just like everything else in the wild-ass world of ours, these crazy cavorting cadavers have something important to share, if we’d just pay attention. And I don’t think they are going to stop until we “get” it. Their persistence is therefore really reassuring.
Even The New York Times is giving considerable space to deciphering their meaning, though the zombie interpreter in this case recommends clearly militaristic and obviously sisyphean attempts at termination.
I have some thoughts on the matter, having partaken, albeit only temporarily and never completely, of that state; and if anyone wants to fully understand, you know where to reach me. I could go on and on … it’s like opening (if you’ll excuse the metaphor) a can of worms. But that might be part of the message. Leave no stone unturned in your quest for truth and do NOT turn your nose up just because the messenger is a relentless, half-rotten corpse.
So I do hope your holiday thoughts include zombies and the very special message they have for you. “We have met the enemy and he is us.”* If you can’t beat ‘em, love ‘em to death.
—Erin Orison, DEAD LOVE/the Daily Slice
*Pogo via Walt Kelly
zombie photo by Linda Watanabe McFerrin, courtesy of Linda Watanabe McFerrin