Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Does Your Baby "Pica?"
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Western Spaghetti
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Weather Has Changed
Monday, October 4, 2010
I Guess I Can Draw
My Daughter’s Olive Oil Crown
My daughter was born at our apartment.
Boxes boxes boxes
We made it just in time.
She made the sounds of a tugboat.
Barooo barooo barooo
My daughter was close to the hands dock.
Olive oil! The midwife said.
We have some! I said.
Prepare garlic prepare shallots prepare daughter?
Beans again I say.
We’ll have cheese and fish she says,
Until then I’ll heat the beans in olive oil.
The midwife spreads olive oil
On birth’s opened door.
She’ll slide supreme she says.
My daughter’s head meets our
Boxes boxes boxes
Blessing: olive oil on her crown.
by Heath Wilcock
Now, if you are anything like me you prefer to have an explanation to things like this. If you would like the interpretation then read on, if not then jump to the next paragraph. First off, we moved into our apartment 6 weeks before Juniper came and we hadn't really settled in until that day. It can be strange to use olive oil for something other than cooking up food. So using it for a baby? Hmmm... Fish and cheese seem like celebratory foods for us but in this region both of those yummy things are not cheap. For us poor student parents, beans are really all we can afford at the moment.
Now, the last line, the best line, is what I find so wonderful. Not because of it's obvious symbolism, but because Heath didn't even intend for those words to happen, they just did. That is what is so wonderful about the creative process and Heath's mind. That it organically unfolds unknowingly into something so profound and lovely. I am very happy his creative artsy side is rubbing off on me, because I do not think I could have drawn that picture without him.
Sincerely,
Emily Wilcock