Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved


Felix had a taste for marijuana.

Most every day he'd roll himself a joint.

One day in April, a young man with a social aware-
ness, with a Marxist interpretation of unfairness,
was driving a taxi through midtown Manhattan.
Felix was the fare.

The driver had been a philosophy major in his Cor-
nell days, then a social worker in New York. Now
driving Felix home through the park, he talked
about America:

—We were right in the Sixties. But the failure to
take the spirit and put it into a program, has led to
diffusion, distraction and cynicism for fourteen

Felix thought of the tails side of the coin whose
heads is getting stoned—the generation's singular
contribution to middle class history—Is it not this at
the crux: to be high is tovideo life and to step back
from immersion within.

New York CityApril 1984