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February 21st, 2011Poetry and Medicine: Keats Was an Apothecary
by LukeA new biography by Western Australia English professor Bob White examines the role that the study of medicine played in John Keats' life and poetry--a subject most Keats biographers, White believes, tend to "gloss over." It seems a sensible approach, when you consider that Keats spent seven years of his short life (he died at 25) apprenticing as an apothecary.
White told the Australian that knowledge Keats gleaned from his botany and anatomy texts surfaces in his work, citing as an example the famous opening lines from Keats' "Ode to a Nightingale":
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk
White also makes the argument that Keats' medical background shows itself in how the poet viewed poetry as a sort of healing medium.
We know, at least, that Keats didn't think his study of medicine had a negative impact on his poetry. In a letter, he wrote, "Were I to study physic or rather Medicine again, I feel it would not make the least difference in my Poetry. I am so convinced of this, that I am glad at not having given away my medical Books..."
Some poets have, in fact, maintained successful careers in both medicine and poetry, the best-known example being the great American poet William Carlos Williams. But while Keats reveled in rich and gorgeous lines, Williams approached the writing of a poem with a surgeon's precision. He stripped away beauty and escapism in pursuit of clarity and concision with a goal of recreating the energy of experiencing a visual image, as is apparent in these excerpts from his poem "The Rose":
The rose is obsolete
but each petal ends in
an edge, the double facet
cementing the grooved
columns of air--The edge
cuts without cutting
meets--nothing...
It is at the edge of the
petal that love waits
Crisp, worked to defeat
laboredness--fragile
plucked, moist, half-raised
cold, precise, touching
Williams, who believed literature to be on a higher plane than science or philosophy, addressed the role of medicine in his life in his book Imaginations:
Living in a backward country, as all which are products of the scientific and philosophical centuries must be, I am satisfied, since I prefer not to starve, to live by the practice of medicine, which combines the best features of both science and philosophy ... But, like Pasteur, when he was young, or anyone else who has something to do, I wish I had more money for my literary expenses.
C. Dale Young is a living example of the doctor/poet. A practicing radiation oncologist--a job that takes up 90 percent of his time--Young somehow makes time to teach, edit and write poetry (his third book will be published next year). Young sometimes uses poetry to meditate on his medical career (to great effect), as with this excerpt from his poem "Invective":
red the dirt road in Florida, red the bauxite-laden
dirt of Mandeville, Jamaica, fifty years earlier,
my father walking up a hill utterly unimpressed
with the red earth there beneath his feet.
Had I, too, been conditioned? Hardened?
Every patient in my study died in two years,
and what had I done, presented the facts
at a conference, answered questions
about protocols and confidence intervals?
I used to tell the dead about dying.
Now I search for crude metaphors, like this dirt.
Before Young knew that Williams was a physician, he was drawn to the painterly way that Williams wrote. Perhaps the mindset that led both to pursue medicine also led them to appreciate the power of poetry. And certainly, as White suggests, poetry is for some, also a fulfilling way to heal.
Mel Gibson TEXTS Oksana: 'I Wasn't Safe For You Last Night'
by LukeRadaronline.com has text messages that Mel Gibson sent Oksana Grigorieva on January 7, the day after he allegedly punched, choked and threatened to kill her.
In the texts Mel all but admits he was violent with Oksana. She was holding their baby, Lucia, when she claims he hit him, and her 12-year-old son, Sascha, was in the room.
"Oksana, I wasn't safe for you last night," Mel texted at 3:25 pm the following day.
"I spent two hours with a therapist today and have regained some perspective," he continued. "What I'm telling you know is I am safe & would like to come by and make amends to you, Sascha and Lucia. I won't stay, just let you say your peace and I'll say mine."
Last week Radar released a photo of Oksana post-fight. Her two front veneers appeared damaged, but her dentist questioned the photo's veracity and whether the damage was self-inflicted.
X-rays Oksana had taken two days after the incident will be critical to proving domestic violence, TMZ reports. For some reason she got the x-rays at the office of a pediatrician, and not her children's doctor.
Oksana claims she told both the dentist and the pediatrician she had been hit but "refused" to say who hit her. The dentist says she told him it was Mel but wanted to protect him.
The January 6 fight is not the only time Oksana says Mel was violent. She told authorities that he smashed a chair through a glass door in December 2009, a source tells Radar.
"She said he was literally foaming at the mouth," the source said. "Oksana was frightened and on the bed holding Lucia, who was one-month-old at the time. She told authorities she tried to cover the baby's head because she was scared as Mel was losing it. Mel grabbed a chair and slammed it into a glass door, which shattered, according to Oksana."
Oksana's mother and one of Mel's sons reportedly witnessed the shattered glass after the incident.
Hugh Hefner: Fake Breasts Are Here To Stay
by LukeHugh Hefner is taking it easy these days with his one remaining girlfriend, Crystal Harris.
"Crystal ordered dinner for Charlie & we're ready to watch a new episode of "True Blood" before going to sleep. Good night, all," he tweeted Sunday night.
But he's had so many girlfriends in his lifetime, he tells the New York Post he has become desensitized to seeing women naked.
"I guess I got used to it over the years, yes," he said. "I think that it never really loses its magic, if it's the right girl. I have always been essentially a tradition-bound romantic. I've never really lost that."
The Post also asked Hef if he thinks fake breasts are going out of style.
"I see no evidence of it," he replied. "I think, quite frankly, it's nicer if you're well-endowed, but if you come up lacking in that department, one understands that that's what cosmetic surgery exists for."
Holly Madison, a former Hef girlfriend and one of the 'Girls Next Door,' buys her assistant, Angel Porrino, breast implants in an upcoming episode of 'Holly's World.'
Google search for 'Vatican' yields pedophile site
by LukeA likely Google Bomb leaves Europeans wondering if a hacker is making a statement.
Internet users over the weekend were delivered to an empty site called pedofilo.com when doing a search for "Vatican." Pedofilo is the Italian world for pedophile. As the AP states:
The Vatican is battling allegations of abuse by paedophile priests and allegations of high-level cover-ups in several European countries, after similar scandals swept Australia and the United States in 2004.
What's interesting is that this 'hack' has all of the hallmarks of a politically-motivated Google Bombing.
A spokesman for Google Italy, Simona Panseri, told ANSA it was not clear if this was a result of hacking. "I cannot confirm if it is an attack because I have not had any more precise information from the US engineers to understand the nature of the problem," he told the agency.
A Google (GOOG) bombing is a concerted effort by a number of users to link a phrase with an unflattering site on the Web. For instance, one of the most popular Google bombings was 'miserable failure,' which linked to the the biography of former U.S. president George W. Bush. The first reported Google bombing took place in 1999 when a search for "more evil than Satan himself" resulted in the Microsoft homepage as the top result.
Some of these Google bombs are humorous. Some are quite offensive. I won't classify this one. (via Gizmodo)
State Secret: Chelsea Clinton’s Wedding Plans
by LukeThe guests, it turned out, included Chelsea Clinton, the publicity-shy daughter of the former president and current secretary of state. Ms. Clinton and three girlfriends sat at a secluded table, chatting animatedly and sampling appetizers, salads, entrees and a dessert, accompanied by a nice Beaune Burgundy.
It seemed unremarkable at the time. But now, the dinner has become yet another morsel of evidence in a New York-to-Washington web of intrigue over the social event of the season: the impending marriage of Ms. Clinton, 30, to Marc Mezvinsky, 32, an investment banker at 3G Capital Management and a son of two former Democratic members of Congress, one of whom served prison time for fraud.
The wedding, set for July 31, is so cloaked in secrecy that in Washington, where the mother of the bride holds down a day job running international diplomacy for President Obama, details are harder to ferret out than the president’s Afghanistan strategy. Even guests do not know the locale; invitations came with instructions to be within driving distance of Manhattan, plus a promise that specifics would be sent a week before the big day.
That has not prevented some educated guessing. The current betting is that the Clinton-Mezvinsky nuptials will take place in Rhinebeck, at the Astor Courts, a 13,000-foot Beaux Arts pavilion built between 1902 and 1904 for John Jacob Astor IV and designed by Stanford White to evoke the Grand Trianon at Versailles. The Clintons have refused to confirm the reports; the mansion’s owner, Kathleen Hammer, a political donor to Hillary Rodham Clinton who made Chelsea’s restaurant reservation, did not return e-mail messages or calls.
Americans are eternally fascinated with presidential children, and perhaps none more so than Chelsea, who arrived at the White House as a gawky 12-year-old with frizzy hair and braces, and grew up before the nation’s eyes, under a cone of silence that she has broken only rarely, to campaign for her mother, for instance, when Mrs. Clinton’s bid for the presidency was in jeopardy. Today, she is a chic strawberry-blonde, with experience working at a hedge fund, a deep interest in public policy and, as of January, a master’s degree from Columbia’s Mailman School of Public Health.
Yet for Americans of a certain age, the enduring image of Chelsea Clinton is that of the 18-year-old college girl walking on the White House lawn, her back to the camera, holding one hand of each parent — literally the glue binding her family together after her father’s painful confession of marital infidelities. Even then, she seemed to exude a combination of dignity and distance.
“Chelsea is such a private person, and she hates the thought of people roaming around with cameras,” said one Clinton family friend who, like other guests, spoke only on condition of anonymity. “She doesn’t want to dredge up things that happened a long time ago. She just wants to have a wedding.”
In Mr. Mezvinsky, she has found a partner whose life experiences bear a striking resemblance to her own. The two first met as teenagers in Hilton Head, S.C., during a Renaissance Weekend, the annual intellectual and spiritual fest popularized by the Clintons. Both attended Stanford University, though their romance did not bloom until a few years ago. And both know firsthand the price of political loss and scandal. (One difference: Chelsea is an only child, but Marc is one of 11, some adopted.)
Mr. Mezvinsky’s mother, former Representative Marjorie Margolies-Mezvinsky of Pennsylvania, is a one-time television journalist who was elected in 1992 on President Clinton’s coattails. She lost her seat two years later after voting for the president’s budget. (Today she teaches at the University of Pennsylvania, where her spring 2010 course offerings included “Dealing With the Media.”) She is divorced from the bridegroom’s father, former Representative Ed Mezvinsky of Iowa, who was released in 2008 after serving a five-year prison term and is now living in western New York, his lawyer said, and working as a health advocate for low-income people and refugees.
Within the tight-knit circle of New York wedding coordinators, some tidbits are beginning to leak. The wedding planner is Bryan Rafanelli of Boston, who has worked for Hillary Rodham Clinton and produced inaugural balls for Mr. Obama. Jeff Leatham, artistic director of the Four Seasons George V hotel in Paris, who has a studio in New York, is handling the flowers. Jimmy Vali, whose Web site boasts that his clients include Glenn Close, is coordinating the music. None would confirm their involvement. “I’m not at liberty to say very much,” Mr. Vali said.
For other details, like the dress designer (reportedly Oscar de la Renta, but maybe Vera Wang), inquiring minds must wait. Unlike another first daughter, Jenna Bush, who previewed her summer 2008 wedding at her parents’ Crawford, Tex., ranch with a splashy spread in Vogue, Ms. Clinton is not planning prenuptial media coverage. And, this being New York, the topic generating more speculation than any other is not the dress or the flowers, but religion: Mr. Mezvinsky is Jewish, raising questions about whether a rabbi will participate (likely) and whether Ms. Clinton, like her mother a practicing Methodist, will convert (unlikely).
The Clintons are extraordinarily close to their only child — as president, Bill Clinton once put off an overseas trip so he could be home to help Chelsea study for exams — and lately have been letting their enthusiasm show.
“I am going to try not to cry,” Mr. Clinton allowed during a trip to South Africa last month. That was after he confessed to CBS that his daughter has instructed him to lose 15 pounds before walking her down the aisle. “She doesn’t think I’m in shape,” he said.
ONE weekend afternoon in April, Dan Bleen, the manager of Le Petit Bistro, an upscale French restaurant in Rhinebeck, N.Y., a quaint Hudson Valley town, received a mysterious telephone call from the owner of Astor Courts, the centerpiece of a nearby 50-acre estate. The caller wanted to make a reservation, she told him, “for some very special guests,” whose identities she would reveal moments before they arrived.
Driver from: www.nytimes.com
Are You Playing the Scarcity Game?
by Luke"Laura" (not her real name) has the kind of life anyone would envy. She's been happily married to "Larry" (not his real name) for over 30 years. Laura and Larry adore each other. They have a grown son who's independent and happily pursuing his dream career.
In their late 50's, Laura and Larry are extremely successful by almost any measure, and quite probably never have to worry about money again in their lives. Their investments generate a handsome positive cash flow every month, which allows them to live the life of their dreams.
Laura and Larry are generous with their abundance. They support causes and organizations they believe in and feel a sense of responsibility for making a positive difference on the planet. Free to go anywhere and do anything they want at any time, they want for nothing.
Well, almost nothing. For in spite of all the material abundance in her life, Laura lives inside a conversation of scarcity. She can't for the life of her figure out why her life is so abundant yet she feels so undeserving. It isn't that she's not extremely grateful for what she has. She and Larry have worked hard and earned every bit of success they've achieved. Nothing was handed to them.
In return, life has spread its banquet in front of Laura and invited her to the feast. Her plate is overflowing with "cake." But like clockwork, every so often, Laura pushes the "renew" button on her self-doubt and ends up leaving the banquet feeling empty, disconnected and alone. She has her cake alright, but deems herself not worthy enough to eat it.
I asked Laura who she thought was responsible for all her success. Who is the person who was smart and creative enough to put together her life scenario?
"Well I did that", she admits, "but I think I'm just a good actor. That's not the "real" me. I think I have everyone fooled," Laura replied.
"Who do you think is the real you?" I asked.
"The real me is the one who's scared and thinks she's not enough," she responded.
"Really?" I asked. " How do you know she's any more real than the one who generates abundance? Maybe you're the one who's fooled,"I suggested.
""I never thought about it like that," she responded. "I just assume the depressed one is really who I am. I feel so uncomfortable when I'm happy. Feeling good just doesn't seem real."
In the end, it doesn't matter how much "cake" one has. If you live in an inner conversation of scarcity and lack of awareness about and acceptance of who you are, you are not much better off than a homeless person. You might not be sleeping on a cold sidewalk or worrying about your next meal, true. But oddly enough, the inner experience is the same.
In rejecting our own worthiness to just simply be, we become like orphans, cast out in the coldness of life at our own hands. All the magnificent homes and "stuff" doesn't make any difference if you don't deem yourself worthy to come to the banquet.
The soul of scarcity is rooted in the depths of not trusting or believing in one's self. It is a fundamental belief that who you are is not enough. Nothing from the outside can make up for the deficiency of belief in one's self as a worthy human being. Where those beliefs come from can most often be found in one's childhood. The most innocent remark insensitively delivered can sometimes mark a person for life.
John, a beautiful young man in his mid- 30's, stood up in a seminar I led this past weekend and shared that in 6th grade, a girl accused him of being "too much." After that experience, John shut down his voice and has lived under the radar since then, afraid of ever ruffling anyone's feathers again. Today, some 20 years later, John finds his life unsatisfying, even though he has everything he needs to be successful. He's handsome, intelligent, creative, well educated and quietly passionate, but no one knows who he is or feels his presence. He's become a "stealth person."
John and Laura are poster children for playing the scarcity game in the face of overwhelming abundance. It's not that they consciously choose to live their lives this way. But the choice is made at the unconscious level, where fear sets up the limiting beliefs that determine how we think, feel and what kind of actions we take in the world.
As such, they are a perfect demonstration for how it is with human beings. We all have our own version of their stories. Yours or mine might look different at first glance. You might not enjoy the level of material things as Laura, you might not be as shut down as John, but look to see how you push away abundance by insisting on your belief that:
1. There's not enough... (time, money, opportunity, jobs, etc.)
2. You're not enough... (smart enough, educated enough, pretty enough, etc.)
3. There will never be enough... (love, respect, attention) to fill your needs.
The world, indeed, appears to be a scary place right now. Uncertainty abounds. Paul Krugman, the Nobel-prize winning economist and New York Times op-ed columnist, says we're in the Third Great Depression.
Every day, 24/7, we're fed a diet of bad news and it's not getting any better. We read about the unemployment rate going up and the number of jobs going down. We see the value of our homes eroding, our retirement savings and the kids' college funds disappearing. We're running out of oil, ruining the environment, and killing each other in the name of who gets to control access to power and resources.
Scarcity = scare city.
In the scarcity game, we give our power away to the belief that what we fear is real. We allow fear to triumph over all other possibilities and disown the qualities in ourselves that demonstrate otherwise. Laura's belief that her "successful self" is just a good actor dishonors the parts of her that really are successful and have the results to prove it. John dishonors his voice of passion by swallowing it and keeping it all inside.
Are you playing the scarcity game?
Ask yourself the following:
1) Do you believe that there is "not enough to go around?"
2) Do you define yourself based on what you lack, not what you have?
3) Are you motivated by fear, and/or do you motivate others by fear?
4) Do you think that if others gain, you lose; or if you give, you have less?
If you answer yes to any of these questions, you are playing the scarcity game. Getting to the source of these limiting, fear-based beliefs and unraveling them creates the freedom to consciously choose from the present rather than the past.
F.E.A.R. = False Evidence Appearing Real
In the face of a world filled with fear, what does humanity need now, more than anything? What can only you bring to the world that you're not bringing because you're afraid?
What impact is the collective conversation about scarcity having in your life? How are you perpetuating the conversation of fear in your own life?
I'm listening for your answers. I have my own thoughts about it and surely our discussion will continue. But let's hear from you.
Please drop by the comment section below and weigh in. And while you're at it, Become A Fan. It's more fun if we're all in this together. Let's contemplate some powerful alternatives to fear while the world plays the scarcity game. I for one, am not interested in playing, are you?
I'd love for you to come hang out at my personal blog and web site: Rx For The Soul, where we'll engage in more of this and other topics of interest. And if you'd really like to get a handle on your own scarcity game, the next Life Fitness Group Coaching Boot Camp begins on July 27. You can register and learn about it here.
P.S. Laura's email arrived in time for me to include this as an addendum to her story: She wrote to tell me she had a whole new outlook on herself and on life in general. In the space of a few hours, she successfully "fired herself" from the scarcity team, dissolving the old belief that had kept her unworthiness in place over the course of her lifetime and hampered her ability to truly receive the gifts of her abundant life. This is how powerful she is. This is how powerful we all are.
Driver from; www.huffingtonpost.com
Tina
by LukeTina, was born into the Rodriguez home. The parents were delighted to have her, and she was given much love and attention. She seemed to grow up very normally, but did learn to talk a bit later than her two older siblings (Jni^Mft) did. One day when she was about 3 years old, she fell off a swing and hurt her head, and had to have a few stitches to close a small wound. Several times after this the parents noticed that she would forget little things. It did not bother them until she enrolled in school, when she was 5 years and 10 months of age. At first she was anxious to go to school, but soon things began to change. She complained of being sick, and very often at school she had to use the rest room. The teacher complained that the child spent much of her time just gazing. She liked to talk to her friends, and often got into trouble with the teacher because she would not get her work done. Most times she completed no more than half an assignment. Her parents noted that she seemed to have lost her cheerfulness at home, and she often came home ;rumpy and complained that no one wanted to play with her. The longer she stayed in school, the vorse her behavior became, and to top it all, in early spring the teacher concluded that Tina was lot learning anything and was going to have to repeat the first grade.
Friends
by LukeFriends play an important part in our lives, and although we may take the friendship for granted, we often don't clearly understand how we make friends. While we get on well with a number of people, we are usually friends with only a very few - for example, the average among students is about 6 per person, hi all the cases of friendly relationships, two people like one another and enjoy being together, but beyond that, the degree of intimacy between them and the reasons for their shared interest vary enormously . As we get to know people we take into account things like age, race, economic condition, social position, and intelligence. Although these factors are not of prime importance , it is more difficult to get on with people when there is a marked difference in age and background.
Some friendly relationships can be kept on argument and discussion, but it is usual for close friends to have similar ideas and beliefs , to have attitudes and interests in common — they often talk about "being on the same wavelength" . It generally takes time to reach this point. And the more intimately involved people become, the more they rely on one another. People want to do friends favours and hate to break a promise. Equally, friends have to learn to put up with annoying habits and to tolerate differences of opinion .
In contrast with marriage, there are no friendship ceremonies to strengthen the association between two people . But the supporting and understanding of each other that results from shared experiences and emotions does seem to create a powerful bond, which can overcome differences in background , and break down barriers of age , class or race .
Man Is Like a Fruit Tree
by LukeONCE, while taking my boat down the inland waterway to Florida, I decided to tie up at Georgetown, South Carolina, for the night and visit with an old friend. As we approached the Esso dock, I saw him through my binoculars standing there awaiting us. Tall and straight as an arrow he stood, facing a cold, penetrating wind — truly a picture of a sturdy man, even though in his eighties. Yes, the man was our elder statesman, Bernard Baruch.
He loaded us into his station wagon and we were off to his famous Hobcaw Barony for dinner. We sat and talked in the great living room where many notables and statesmen, including Roosevelt and Churchill, have sat and taken their cues. In his eighty-second year, still a human dynamo, Mr. Baruch talked not of the past but of present problems and the future, deploring our ignorance of history, economics and psychology. His only reference to the past was to tell me, with the wonderful sparkle in his eyes, that he was only able to get eight quail out of the ten shots the day before. What is the secret of this great man's value to the world? The answer is his insatiable desire to keep being productive.
Another friend of mine, the head of one of our largest corporations, a great steel company, is approaching his middle seventies, and he is still a great leader. He, too, never talks of the past. Instead, he tackles the problems of each day in his stride, brims with plans for the future and, incidentally, shoots in the low seventies on any golf course. He is a happy man because he is productive.