I remember
the day I captured the moon & sun
I tied them both together with a big long string
one that dangled from the heavens
right on down to earth
What I did next, might sound crazy
but I grabbed hold of that string with both hands
just as it was taking off, and there I was -
taking off too - floating on whimsy
letting it take me wherever it willed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, it seems random and on the spur, but it's quite convincing. There's a lack of guile here that is charming. It's almost like a circus act, daring and bold, but there are nets below and trained staff to help. If the character lets go she'll have a team of support staff to help her. Whimsy, humor, comedy - they all share in a improvisatory, experimental, cooperative quality. Tragedy goes to the brink and often tumbles over, comedy dances on the edge but has sure footing, common sense and perfect balance.