Liberation.
La Libération, c’est possible
by Onu Oremun
Freedom fighting is a phallic fallacy. C’est vrai. No need to battle. Freedom can be attained simply by extracting yourself from all human contact. That’s right! Loneliness is the only true freedom and who better to prove my point than Edward Scissorhands.
If not familiar with this highly original character, I will ever pleasingly enlighten you. Edward is a mechanical man with human organs and scissors for hands. C’est vrai. Scissors for hands. His creator dies before Edward is finished, leaving him incomplete and alone on a hill in a very mysterious mansion. Years later the fantastic forlorn freak is found by an empathetic Avon lady who brings him chez elle. Softly he becomes integrated into the community. And how does he fare? Not well. Like a new found puppy he is cuddled and cooed until by accident he shits on the carpet (metaphorically speaking) and chaos ensues.
Back to the point, Edward has no freedom in the human world. Frankly, there is no room for difference. And any attempt to fight for integration always ends in violence. A glowing heart turns into a flaming ego and soon after, lives are lost in the process. Like those of the thousands of freedom fighters of our past and that of Bud, the jealous boyfriend of Edward’s teenage lover.
Name one revolutionist, one leader, one Avon lady whose self or ideas were not lost in the battle. Like a crazy backwards science experiment, the first thought, pure and parfait, gradually accumulates impurities from its surroundings. Greed and self-indulgence settle in and solidify with fanaticism. And from there, grows a mountain of warped misunderstandings.
Loneliness is Edward Scissorhands only chance at freedom. His only chance to live long, safely and actually very creatively. His garden is full of fantastically enormous trees and ice sculptures. The creative mind thrives, nay flourishes, in a disconnected society.
So if freedom is really deeply desired, then simply go find a deserted island, a secluded forest or, in darling Edward’s case, a creepy mansion on the top of a hill. Just go be alone.
