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  • Flowers of Sickness: Marcel van der Vlugt’s “A New Day”

    04.05.11

    These lovely images are from Marcel van der Vlugt’s medical series A New Day. They depict the “flowers of illness,” so to speak, featuring nude women in hospital regalia (bandages, oxygen masks, bound limbs), among medical equipment, upon the operating and examining table, but simultaneously intertwined with, wearing, sprouting flowers, seeming somehow strong at the same time that they represent fragility and trauma, and suggesting that they are reborn, given new life in the midst of sickness and sterility.

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    Tags: art nudes, bandages, fetish, flowers, fragility, hauntingly beautiful, hospitals, injuries, medical-themed

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  • Poetry: “Tulips” by Sylvia Plath

    09.18.09

    This is one of my favorite poems ever.

    The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
    Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
    I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
    As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
    I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
    I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
    And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

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    Tags: emptiness, hospitals, poetry, self-awareness, sylvia plath

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