Antu of the Poem:
I can go either way, or neither – I am entirely free to do whatever I please.
Snappish:
You did something wrong, nothing will come of that, I sneak and pad about, stalking your freedom into phantoms.
Aloof:
I let it be understood that nothing whatsoever will come of that, yet I’m in on it, because I sense something I am free to seize, something someone senses, someone who will surely see what I express, and the writer too, later, through another language, if
Eager Doubter:
Of course it will come to something, for in me there is a fire with roots of its own, and I’ll bring it even to what you’re doing, I whoosh like the universe and the void, and off we go – or do we?
Antu of the Poem:
Now it is time to dream.
DANGLE-ANKLE:
I’m only human too! No, we’re not talking about this now! Don’t get stuck on this! People die! You have wide networks! No! These things happen! That’s life!
(Leans in.)
I incline towards you!
(Straightens up.)
I’m on holiday.
Antu of the Poem:
Now it is time to write.
YesNoMaybe:
Great, there’s more over there but I’ll come back here too, perhaps this calls for commitment well well I might come back keep the door open I’m running off now looking back tripping over my own feet – kipsis kapsis.
Immediate:
Worlclass, publish it now, don’t think don’t fix, the world is at my feet, everything straight out! Oh, look how that turned out! Don’t learn any more.
Sweet Diminisher:
I’ll take you in, as long as you stay the way I understand you. Lovely, but what was this again, I forgot. Of course I’ll come, but I haven’t the time, there’s someone more important.
Antu of the Poem:
The tale is dreadfully sweet.
Thanks to Aino-Marjatta Mäki for the Idea & to Goethe for Inspiration (Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship, Vol II, Finnish Translation, Otava 1923, translator possibly J.A. Hollo)
