God that I could tell you why this moves me to tears to look at it. Both plates from The First Book of Urizen, Urizen weeping in his great divisive sleep, that most of all. But then there is Los, wrenched from his side, forging, horrified, giving up, pitying, and from this, Enitharmon, new mother, who inspires his chains of jealousy, and between them: Orc. All of humanity.
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Lorna Dee Cervantes:
how so often a woman's Muse takes the form of her children; whereas for a man, the Muse typically takes the form of a young and strikingly beautiful woman, usually with long flowing hair. (silent laughter) For me, it is the awareness of my own mortality which affects my craft -- certainly supplies the big waves that rock my boat. Motherhood will put you there, especially single motherhood: My Greatest Fear -- realized.***
I told you: chicken mole, saffron rice with red bell pepper, corn tortillas, black beans, green olives, papaya with lime, pan dulce. But first, blue corn chips with guacamole: minced garlic, ground oregano (grinded not pre-ground, I mean), and (grinded) chiltepin. Twenty perfect avocados spooned onto the cutting board. Pastry cutter--not blender, mixer, or fork--to cut and mix. Topped with diced tomatoes and fresh cilantro. And sliced queso fresco on the side.
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Everyone wants to know the "secret" to the guacamole I make. I've just told you. Tell your own secrets.
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They came, they ate, they went. They seemed very happy. Woman who feeds everyone, the whole world, spooning from her pot: to be her. That woman.
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