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Daily Shakespeare devotional

Glendower:

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

Hotspur:

Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?

--Shakespeare: Henry IV, Part 1

In the Court of the Crimson King

On soft gray mornings widows cry

The wise men share a joke;

I run to grasp divining signs

To satisfy the hoax.

The yellow jester does not play

But gentle pulls the strings

And smiles as the puppets dance

In the court of the crimson king.

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)

An invisible hand gave me my meds

I got something to tell you.

I want to have a get together.

I want to gouge my eyes out!

I got something to tell you.

We'll have food and drink.

I want to gouge my eyes out!

I got something to tell you.

We'll stay up all night and party.

I got something to tell you.

I got something to tell you.

Can't wait till we're together.

I want to gouge my eyes out!