![]() ![]() May be shared for non-commercial use under Creative Commons Copyright, provided no words are added or taken away, and this entire attribution of author/artist name and full copyright notice is attached to all pages. – Poem, “We are the Atomic Children and We are Still Dancing” ©1975, and collage,”Our Lady of the Atom” ©2009, both from the manuscript ‘La Pasionaria/ The Bright Angel’, by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, all rights reserved. Publisher: Dial Press Format: paperback, 282 pages Language: english Characters: Howard W. Living in the glowing cell of the life force Mother Night CLICK HERE Genres: fiction, classics, literature, war, novels, humor, american Release date: ISBN: 9780385334143 (0385334141) Author: Kurt Vonnegut Jr. The destruction we were fed and immersed in,īlowing its poison all across the entire nation, It is still there… still mine, still yours.īeginning fine and by their eighteenth monthĬould no longer speak nor relate to other humans…įor the unknowing, and for those who knew, No greedy bureaucrat nor lying politician Using turpentine to remove the black tar. Our mothers scrubbed our bodies bright red, Lakes, and yet we frolicked in the waves, Their skin cracked off, and over they died. Not exercise enough, the farmers, factory These boards and tiles were our own bodies.įilled with the sacred fumes of cleanliness Īmmonia, lye, butane, bleach, formaldehyde. Washed the house and all the things in it,Īnd outside it as well, as carefully as though No one offered happy red umbrellas againstĪn invisible strontium rain, and we drank We still came out children, just children. Our beloved fathers’ big slope-backed cars Under our desks to practice for the bomb. The loss of breath visited the dairy man, We built into the mountain,Ĭame to uncle and two farmers to the west,įalling down came to the farmer to the east, Hours we spent x-raying our feet for fun.Īfter five years in school we saw, too late, In October we hid under leaves and stalks ![]() So cheap in price, so rich in lead, thoseĪnd pillowed battle field, night after night.Īnd fathers brought love cartons of the stuff We played with all those bright colored toys, WE ARE THE ATOMIC CHILDREN AND WE ARE STILL DANCINGĭrowned bird-girls with balding feathers. It’s worth a listen if you’re feeling stuck in a local max of high modernism or technocracy. It reminded me a bit of listening to Alan Watts’ lectures. This book is a series of lectures that is a little new-age, a little psycho analytic, a little folksy – not really my standard fare, but I thought it was very good nonetheless. Mother Night: Myths, Stories and Teachings for Learning to See in the Dark by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. I’m still trying to figure out where I heard about this book: ![]()
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