babies

So the mysteries of having a baby are swirling around my mind.  The idea of a creature living inside me, living off me, created by me (well, and someone else) is just so astounding.  Sure, I can read about my friends adventures in motherhood via Facebook for a little insight but these posts bore me to no end.  What’s really magical is the tiny life evolving inside a mother and that we all were once a splat, a speck, ONE TINY LITTLE CELL.  All this I learned from Bodies… The Exhibition in Cleveland today.  Yes, just today.  I have only a layman’s knowledge of the miracles my body can support.  Shameful to say the least.  And while I have no desire to live at the beck and call of a screaming little dictator everyday (having done more than my share of babysitting), I am burning with curiosity at the science-experiment of creating and housing one of these little monsters.  As if I can only believe it if I were to see and FEEL it happening.  Being terrified of the after-effects, my mind jumps to medical school…

Image: Leonardo da Vinci, Views of a Fetus in the Womb, c. 1510-12

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creating

Stop consuming and start creating.  The people I admire the most are ones who carve their own path.  After hearing about these types of people in books for years, I am pleased to say I now know a few of them (and know of a few more).  What amazes me is that these people are not readily accepted by most as heroes in everyday life.  The effort, vision and dedication it takes to be true to yourself is not championed by society today.

“We walk alone in the world.  Friends such as we desire are dreams and fables.  But a sublime hope cheers even the faithful heart, that elsewhere, in other regions of the universal power, souls are now acting, enduring and daring, which can love us and which we can love.”

-Ralph Waldo Emerson, First Essays: Friendship

Allen Ginsburg recalls a 1959 reading (via):

It was in the ballroom in the best hotel in Chicago and people turned out, and it was a big deal.  Nobody had ever seen a poetry reading with that many people.  So Newsweek and Time showed up, and AP and UPI or whatever, and Time interviewed us, and we were very witty, actually, I think.  I think I said, “I’m Allen Ginsberg, I’m crazy as a daisy.”  No, “crazy as a flower,” and Peter said, “I’m Peter Orlovsky and I’m crazy as a daisy,” and Gregory said, “I’m Gregory Corso and I’m not crazy at all.”  They quoted the whole roll of dialogue, and actually Dylan told me he read that column and thought: Wow, there’s more people out there, I understand immediately.

 

Image: Richard Savoy, founder of Green Apple Books.