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body paintings by Karen Turner

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Myasnikov Dmitriy - "Strong Friendship"

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the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary

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The Red Shoes (Michael Sporn, 1990)

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Horizontal Sections of the Adult Male Top-to-Bottom: Mid-section of skull, section at maxilla [hard palate between sections], section below mandible

Eugène-Louis Doyen was a revolutionary (if flamboyant and controversy-loving) Parisian surgeon who lived between 1859 and 1919.

Long before the Visible Human Project created its 1,871 “slices” of Joseph Paul Jernigan at 1 mm intervals, and created over 65 gigs of anatomical data (and later created 40 gigs of data with a female cadaver), Doyen presented a new way of visualizing the cadaver: longitudinal and horizontal sections, showing exactly how the human anatomy goes together in each area, without the context of seeing the full organs or bones.

Though the full usefulness of these unorthodox sections wasn’t truly appreciated until the advent of tomography in the early 1970s, they were noted to be helpful to early radiologists, and especially to the burgeoning fields of criminal forensics and forensic archaeology.

Atlas d’anatomie topographique. Eugène-Louis Doyen. 1911.

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Poem of the Day 27 July 2023

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares

BY CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, 

My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, 

My crop of corn is but a field of tares, 

And all my good is but vain hope of gain. 

The day is gone and yet I saw no sun, 

And now I live, and now my life is done. 

The spring is past, and yet it hath not sprung, 

The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves are green, 

My youth is gone, and yet I am but young, 

I saw the world, and yet I was not seen, 

My thread is cut, and yet it was not spun, 

And now I live, and now my life is done. 

I sought my death and found it in my womb, 

I lookt for life and saw it was a shade, 

I trode the earth and knew it was my tomb, 

And now I die, and now I am but made. 

The glass is full, and now the glass is run, 

And now I live, and now my life is done.

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A crucifix that has survived the shelling around Neuve Chapelle. 

Image Source: (http://asketchofthepast.com)

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Sympathy

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Toshiko Okanoue From “A Long Journey” book