Why does blood gushing out of a vagina make us squirm?
I reading an article about home births on Elephant Journal the other day and it reminded me of one of my favorite films, Stan Brakhage’s Window Water Baby Moving.
The film is a beautiful, artistic documentation of the home birth of the filmmaker’s first child.
The first time I saw Window Water Baby Moving was in film class at Sarah Lawrence College. I remember feeling moved and shocked by how beautiful and gory it was. I was surprised by how little I knew about such a fundamental aspect of life. I didn’t even know what afterbirth was until watching the film, and I was taken aback by the strange beauty of something that was simultaneously transfixing and revolting.
A few days ago, I watched Window Water Baby Moving again with Waylon Lewis, founder of Elephant Journal, who had never seen it before. He reacted similarly as my first time, closing his eyes in horror during certain shots. It reestablished my love for Stan Brakhage for his ability to confront us with our humanness.
It’s interesting to contemplate why so many of us are uncomfortable with something so fundamentally human.
Is it cultural or biological? Waylon’s theory is that he doesn’t want to see someone he cares about in pain…but I’m pretty sure there’s a cultural element at play. If birth and death weren’t so hidden from our daily lives, would watching Brakhage’s films be so jarring?
Brakhage lived in Boulder, Colorado and knew Buddhist teacher and artist Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, and I wonder if the Dharmic [Buddhist] quality of his films was accidental. His films are fearless, gentle, and ordinary explorations of life with a perspective as fresh as a child’s.
The following Dharmic passage is from Brakhage’s essay “Metaphors on Vision”:
Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are their in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of “Green”? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the “beginning was the word.”
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