This was a significant book handed to me a long time ago..
http://www.brazenhussies.net/murphy/Cit ... After.htmlThis link explains the plot well. The point of the whole book is that-art...the creative force always wins, with flowers, sounds, sculpture-against all odds or numbers. Art can be cleaning a toilet, if approached with the surrendered soul. The weaponry of love tears (yes-tears for Jax) apart the power madness hungry infrastructures that we have been acculturated to as a contiguous people, who are still looking for our roots...
they are right there in front of us-
from a complete VI,
and the dearest friend who handed me the book-was an unsupported "knower." I grieved more for where life had taken her, than where my own son lay. I do not know what "noisy bar
she...reference Southern Cross" she harbors herself in today.
She contributed more to the good parts that are left of us, than anyone else.
My honeybuzzard-Suzi,
RIP