Paula K. Soper


If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? --The Merchant of Venice, III:1

If the doors of perception were to be cleansed man would see everything as it truly is... Infinite.
- William Blake, In

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though the'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.