CAESEREAN I dreamt George Stanley had a baby when I went to visit he was lounging emperor -- like on the hospital bed and said ever so proudly "see my scar" a zipper of stitches ran from his neck to his groin it must have been a very big baby     FATHERS when the Finnish poet Jaan Kaplinski read at the Classical Joint about the neighbour's son who set himself on fire and how his father who was a farmer doused the flames with buckets of milk the stranger who shared the table with me immediately demanded the waiter bring over huge bowls of ice cream for his children though they were insisting they didn't want anything