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Kites, Gunpowder, and a Chair (Free verse) by Geschäftsreise

A parade of 100 servants, my children, And my excitement to be one of them! With a launch pad upon our backs we ourselves had carefully designed so much planning the right chair - not too soft or uncomfortable for such a long journey kites - to carry the wind and propel him forward and most important of all: 47 bamboo tubes filled with gunpowder and strapped to the chair 46 servants in addition to myself to set fire those tubes 45 seconds until we would all light our fuses sending Wan Hu into space - the first Chinese astronaut

abecedarian 16-Oct-03/10:31 AM
It's interesting that you would see it as patronizing and racist (I didn't intend it that way). But you're not the only one to think that so there must be something to it.

Have you ever heard of the story about the guy who found a jet engine and strapped it to his El Camino and launched himself into the side of a mesa wall? I used to love telling that story and I always assumed the guy was the same color as I am.

I think this poem is more about how things get started, or to be succint, 'every great idea is ugly in its infancy'. I meant this as such a wide contrast to actually sending someone into space. It is a praise of the taikonauts, not a slam.




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