Creation=Art=Motherhood=?

Reading the diary of Anais Nin, sent this out in an email a little while ago to people who are regularly interested in my little brain... but I wanted to throw it out to a wider audience, since I think it's a really good discussion :

Anais quotes D. H. Lawrence, and I thought this made good food for thought for you all.

"Henry [Miller] understands me when I say: 'I have known motherhood. I have
experienced childbearing. I have known a motherhood beyond biological
motherhood - the bearing of artists, and life, hope and creation.' It
was Lawrence who had said: Give up bearing children and bear hope and
love and devotion to those already born."

I haven't got a solid response to this quote yet: I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on it, it stirs up a lot of feelings for me.
Moms? Any thoughts? I'm especially interested if you're a man with an artistic bent: what do you think of all this? Biological motherhood vs. artistic motherhood: same or different? Men as mothers? (Anais Nin writes during a time when Freud was in vogue and Jung was an underground thing... women are just starting to enter psychology in the sense that the leading men at the time are admitting their lack of direct knowledge of the nature of woman... Hence the gender references I'm using... thinking a lot about gender as a result of Anais Nin and the other book I'm reading "Of Woman Born: Motherhood
as Experience and Institution" by Adrienne Rich)

Funny how being unemployed and in a new place makes you read a lot and think deep thoughts. I like it way much. Except the no income part. It puts kinks in my summer plans when I expected to have saved up some cash already...

New Moon

g'bye for now, vancouver... if you need to find me, and i'm not at home, look here:

oh this february...

Love Sonnet LXXXIX

When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.
I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.

by Pablo Neruda

(for *john*, *wasyl*, my two angels and *tula*)

synchronicity

today when i went out for a walk, i left the house with the intention to get some questions answered. i often find myself doing this... i ask a question and pay careful attention to everything, to where i'm drawn to go and what i see, anything that is obviously to be interpreted as the answer.
i had some big questions today

but the universe, not wanting to take any of my shit, i imagine, directed me to a stand of cheap books just outside a used bookstore i rarely enter. i rarely take a look at these cheap books outside, either. generally i assume all of the books to be trashy or something. today, of couse, was quite different. i picked up a book called "the unbearable lightness of being", and although i knew absolutely that some of the answers to other questions were therein, i felt somehow unsatisfied. i opened the book to check the price, and on the inside cover was written: "read atop Mt. McKinley, June/July 1985". So the book had seen the highest place in North America. Still unsatisfied, I noticed a book called "I am", an analysis of the poetry of e.e. cummings. "I am" is a significant phrase to me, having really been drawn to Hindu religious texts in the past three years or so... I opened the book to the most obvious page, with a large piece of tape down the center so I couldn't miss it, and the following phrase highlighted: "MAN'S SELF-DESTRUCTION IS ACCOMPLISHED BY NEEDING TO EXPLAIN RATHER THAN WANTING TO EXPERIENCE; FINDING ONLY "WHY" QUESTIONS WHEN HE ATTEMPTS TO SET HIS COLLECTIVE DESTINY, MAN ANGRILY SMASHES THEM, ATOMS AT HIROSHIMA, INTO "BECAUSE", THE ANSWER THAT HE CRAVES."