Images by Katie McCann, Jabberwocky, 2015. Courtesy of the artist.

by Miguel Ángel García Martínez


Being human does not only mean having the ability to reason our actions or thinking, it goes even further. It is being able to be as spontaneous as possible, constantly surpassing the limits of ourselves, determining our own qualities as well as strengths, and changing our weaknesses or fears. Everything is possible, the only absolute truth is that we can all find different ways to achieve it.

“Life finds a way” is perhaps one of the greatest truths, which does not apply only in a literal sense, but also in the vast majority of our lives. The need exceeds the desire, and the need itself is what allows the flowering of human creativity, which leads us to not only resolve situations, but also to grow as a person.

There are multiple ways to express our creativity, in fact, in recent years, this can be seen in the acceptance of different types of intelligence and that there is always a way to create something innovative, to paint something new, to build with a new style, to sing a new song.

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. Imagine what you want, pursue what you imagine and finally, create what you pursue”.

George Bernard Shaw

Our first enemy is the comfort zone since we tend to underestimate our true capabilities, and we must remember that these can extend themselves indefinitely. Some start early, others later, but we can all reach an expert level whatever it is that we do. Creativity will determine how much we want to achieve something. Let’s take advantage of the Mexican inventiveness to achieve everything we set out to do. Let’s be creative not by being lazy, but by nature.

Everything already exists in its respective space and time, but it is up to us to discover it. As Steve Jobs said: “Creativity is simply connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty, because they really did not, they just saw something. Something that after a while, it seemed obvious to them”.

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Miguel Angel García Martinez is an 8th trimester student of English Kingdom.


by Hilaire Belloc

The parents of the learned child
(His father and his mother)
Were utterly aghast to note
The facts he would at random quote
On creatures curious, rare, and wild; And wondering, ask each other: ‘An idle little child like this, How is it that he knows What years of close analysis Are powerless to disclose?
Our brains are trained, our books are big,
And yet we always fail
To answer why the Guinea-pig
Is born without a tail.
Or why the Wanderoo should rant
In wild, unmeaning rhymes,
Whereas the Indian Elephant
Will only read The Times.
Perhaps he found a way to slip
Unnoticed to the Zoo,
And gave the Pachyderm a tip,
Or pumped the Wanderoo.
Or even by an artful plan
Deceived our watchful eyes,
And interviewed the Pelican, Who is extremely wise.’ ‘Oh! no,’ said he, in humble tone, With shy but conscious look, ‘Such facts I never could have known
But for this little book.’

Hilaire Belloc (1870–1953) was an Anglo-French writer, historian, poet, sailor, satirist, soldier and political activist. His poetry encompasses comic verses for children and moral teachings.

by Lewis Carroll

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought,
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) was an English mathematician, logician and writer. He is the author of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Jabberwocky, which is considered one of the greatest nonsense poems in English for its playful, whimsical language.

Katie McCann is a British artists; she lives and works in California. Her collages are inspired by characters of children’s imaginary, botanics and science fiction giving form to creatures from another world. beetleblossom.com

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