Watched The Little Mermaid, so delighted
by the new ending that Walt Disney gave
to the tale, in the original she never married
the Prince, but was redeemed to acquire a
soul by her renunciation – refusing to plunge
a knife into the sleeping Prince in order to
save her own life
Thinking about this while listening to The Waltz
of the Flowers from Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker
Suite on the radio, in Walt Disney’s Fantasia it
is the scene of the Winter Fairies’ Dance, my
Fantasia DVD is broken – need to buy a new
one – Walt Disney makes Christmas special,
fires the imagination
Soon I’ll watch Bedknobs and Broomsticks again,
Mary Poppins also awaits another viewing, The
Rescuers with Miss Bianca is smugly ready for
enjoyment, The Rescuers Down Under is emitting
an enticing call, Beauty And The Beast is waiting
too, luckily I’m desensitized, the first time I cried
about the psychologist’s deception
When he took Beauty’s father captive, I bawled
my heart out as the rose petals fell one by one,
and when the crowd stormed the palace I cried
again – I love Walt Disney, have a whole range
of his movies, his fantasies keep me sane in a
world of cynicism, I’m the happy victim of
innocence, dreaming of purity
High ideals and inspiration in a world of
tired thinkers…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem