The Daughters of His Quiver

Because the soul has such deep roots in personal and social life and its values run so contrary to modern concerns, caring for the soul may well turn out to be a radical act, a challenge to accepted norms. -- Thomas More

He shot into my veins the daughters of his quiver. We danced our way to Purgatory. I met my soul returning; you are welcome into the house you have built.

Sleepwalkers

Our authorized sanities are so many Nembutals. "Normal" citizens with store-dummy smiles stand apart from each other like cotton-packed capsules in a bottle. Perpetual mental out-patients. Maddeningly sterile jobs for strait-jackets, love scrubbed into an insipid "functional personal relationship" and Art as a fantasy pacifier ... And we all know this ... Slowly, very slowly we are led nowhere.-- San Francisco Digger Papers, 1965



(The Sleepwalkers Serenade by Michelle Mia Araujo)