i feel lucky

the soeur of my soul, farryl (( http://indieoma.com/commentaries/farryl-violet-the-undead ))
i think it's a little seductive, the love a woman. no, it's definitely engulfing. because women know how to love. i had a conversation with a guy friend of mine who's gay who was saying that he sometimes wishes to be loved by a woman because he feels like a woman would know how to love him. (better, or the way he knows he needs to be loved). hmmmm. are we biologically predisposed to be betters lovers? (not in the sexual but in the holistic sense)

this same friend sometimes wishes he could give birth and feels seriously devastated that he is without the capacity. i am positive that it is this very capacity that somehow forms the lover-ness of women lovers. the involuntary capability to give of oneself to another self in such a blatantly material way--giving forth matter from oneself and never being able to fully gain it back to the self but responsible for it nonetheless--is so enormous. being left. (by that you which you have given to the world)--it's so strange that a woman is made to be a zone of departure.

in that respect, the book i'm reading all about love ( http://www.amazon.com/Natural-History-Love-Diane-Ackerman/dp/0679761837/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1245268424&sr=8-1) talks a lot about how love is actually a biological imperative, since we are one of those species which tends to unintentionally put all our eggs in one basket which necessitates the insane desire to protect our young, because we don't have as many birds in the hand (or the bush) as other species might. at any rate, ackerman was speaking about how an inconceivable amount of a person's identity is formed literally as soon as they leave the womb and then for about a year. in this time irrevocable elements of an individual are formed which affect a person's subsequent love history, as it were. the idea struck a searing chord with me; something so utterly vulnerable--maybe the most vulnerable thing, with all its soft, crumpled embodiment of the Ideal--is dependent upon the arms of another not invulnerable portal. It makes my whole body want to scream "Take. Care." God.
I find this image, the enormity of this concept, to be almost overly-overwhelmingly romantic.
The Original Romance.

complete non sequitur
please check out this out by madscientist maestro John Zurek: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QrWviZ7sLQ
this is how i responded to him but i'll say it here since i'd like to know what you think:
it's so killer-cool frankensteinianbadtrip-goo monster mash Stan Brakhagey (a teensy); it reminds me of Baz Luhrman too for about two seconds in the beginning....i can imagine him constructing a Zurekian Factory and staging happenings like Warhol did at that one nightclub/theater with this playing and live music happening simultaneously and, I don't know, super fluffy himalayan persian cats on bejeweled leashes.

t t t t t that's all. (folks.)

having friends/inspirer-ers/gurus/collaborators who have artist souls make my molecules hum with awed-nearly-dis-belief.