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Stefan Brecht as Bride and Groom, photographed by Ira Cohen in his Mylar Chamber (1970).
Egon Schiele, The Embrace, 1917
Little Girl with Two Little Birds - Unknown Ph
Stations, Bill Viola, 1994.
Zurab Getsadze
Interstate 5, Northern California (2009).
A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization?” The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon. Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.” A femur is the longest bone in the body, linking hip to knee. In societies without the benefits of modern medicine, it takes about six weeks of rest for a fractured femur to heal. A healed femur shows that someone cared for the injured person, did their hunting and gathering, stayed with them, and offered physical protection and human companionship until the injury could mend. Mead explained that where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—rules, no healed femurs are found. The first sign of civilization is compassion, seen in a healed femur.
— Ira Byock, The Best Care Possible: A Physician’s Quest to Transform Care Through the End of Life (x)
Timm Ulrichs, Der Findling, 1978, Performance: 10 hours in a closed stone
Children play barefoot in a cactus garden on the Canary Islands, 1955. Photograph by Franc and Jean Shore, National Geographic Creative
And so I wait
And so I choose this fate
And store your shape
In my electric bed
“The End of Poetry” by Ada Limón
Places/Plans - Skullcrusher
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