For me, Fairchild's "wildness" suggests something instinctual, not learned, and evokes the conceit of Berryman's
Dream Song 14, in which I see a comment on the loss of wildness to a growing disinterest in prolonged debate; what is the debate? Life. The serene and the contentious alike hold no charm for Berryman's narrator, who suggests the loss of instinct.
In something of a response to question posed in KF's pervious post, a piece by Han Cheung, whose constant mobility is fueled by something akin to Berryman's "inner resources" which I will liken here to the wildness of children, that constant motion that was the means and the end.
-"The Valentine's Bear," Han Cheung
