Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm doing stand-up comedy. I'm working on a one-woman show about how I don't like my baby. There is a period of time where a baby is born where the next 3 months is harrowing. A lot of people say it's the most wonderful time, but for me it was harrowing.
Life is filled with tragedy, with long patches of struggle and with, I think, beautiful bursts of joy and accomplishment. Blessed with those moments, you just try to relax as much as possible and focus on the little things, like the joy of changing your baby's diaper.
Labor gives birth to ideas.
I felt giving birth was the most creative act of all my creative acts - literally creation!
A woman who is not ready to have a baby making it work is not a happy ending to me. It's a personal nightmare.
There should be weeping at a man's birth, not at his death.
A man should be mourned at his birth, not at his death.
Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.
The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.
Having a crying baby is inspiration to get the job done quickly.