The baby in Jennifer Lawrence’s belly, meanwhile, is the finished work: the film, the novel, or the story.
It is nourished, and guarded by the “Poet” — who also acknowledges how important it is for strangers to be interested in it.
They want his art, and art needs to be experienced to be fully appreciated.
Could this be what a filmmaker like Aronofsky feels like when he releases a film, only to sit back and watch it be dissected by critics and audience members alike?