Monday, June 9, 2008

"We floated in a world our sorrow made."



At times I think I am degrading into a depressive mute, for whatever reason. This is all that I have learned today, to know forever, rephrased in a sentence. Object: make it your own, and live again.

The antiseptic, anti-inflammatory thymol first discovered in bee balms, the resin of myrrh trees is now synthesized to heal eroded skin.

Then there is cardiac tamponade--out of the wasted syringes and surgical sponges there is serous fluid leaking out of the layers encapsulating the heart.

When she balanced on one foot, she thought, the bulging arcuate artery in her foot appeared avian.

Found object boxes reify the elements of our probing much like a materialist philosophy of the mind or song-containing, brainpan or voice box.

This evening was brought to me by a biofeedback mechanism until grief came riding...and I felt it enter in...


Some are missing one pair or some have an added pair, but most have two pair of costae spuriae, floating ribs.































4 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWK6oSbSKKc

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45550/she-was-a-phantom-of-delight

Σφιγξ said...

I have performed ecgs so frequently that it is a force of habit to place them in the proper position. By the way, the machine comes with a visual aid for the uninformed.

The intercostal space (ICS) left and right sternal border are verbiage, and worthwhile to state for correct placement; however, I do not consider these geographic landmarks now.

Σφιγξ said...

https://mitpress.mit.edu/9780262548410/the-exquisite-machine/

Arrived today. The upcoming week is packed. I will read it.

Exercise 91.

Σφιγξ said...

https://youtu.be/_348mOUYihU?si=XIwAtA5KfMp3JySb