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NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JUNE 12: <> attends the American Institute For Stuttering 17th Annual Gala hosted by Emily Blunt on June 12, 2023 in New York City. (Photo by Craig Barritt/Getty Images for American Institute For Stuttering )
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You are dropped into life like you are being dropped onto an uncharted battlefield. It just happens, no time to prepare, no strategies to plan, no protective clothing or weapons, just a naked screaming you, ushered, even forced, through someone else’s protestations, into life.
That’s if you are very lucky.
You are aware you are causing trauma even before your descent begins, you hear the noises around you echoed in the beating of your own heart. You hear the groans and screams and rallying cries from unfamiliar voices, all speaking a language utterly foreign to you.
You have to start somewhere, so you start with a ripping. You are both ripped out of, and you are the ripper, rending your way towards life or death, or ideally both, you are the traumatised and that bringer of trauma. Again, this would be the ideal situation, the best possible route and outcome, but there can be complications too; that once more unto that breach assault. You aren’t even aware, yet, that you have a tendency towards doing things arse-backwards, and you have no awareness of the outsize of your own head, that bringer of future trauma. You are frighteningly unaware that these walls cannot be breached with a backwards ramming. You are unschooled, and no one ever sets out to be an inverted battering ram.
You have no idea during this rending, that the host, which is seemingly so violently rejecting you, is an entity called a mother, you are only aware that you are being aggressively sundered from the only safety you have ever known.
This puzzle is what I call "stuttered", that is I've alternated pieces from two matching jigsaws cut in the same orientation, that were glued 'off register' to the backing cardboard. The resulting effet is to make a more impressionistic version of the picture, like looking through pebbled glass. Collection: David Van Allen, Cedar Rapids, IA.
yscouts.com/whats-your-why/why-do-people-work-on-startups... Matt Cottle, Stuttering King Bakery has a why of "Be Inspirational."
Fall colors at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, VA. I finally got around to going there this year...
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,--
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
My street from my window. (2007/08/17)
The motion of the camera reveals a flickering in the streaks from car and street lamps. It is too quick for the naked eye.
Kit's cold hard selling technique. {Kit (stuttering): Yeah, so, Jillian, I really liked SKIM, yeah. You know, I was a goth in high school. Well, not a goth, but a punk. Well, not really a punk per se, more like I wore black all the time and liked the Monkeys. To reflect my mood, y'know. I was depressed. Right, I know. Who would think that now. Look at me, all chipper all the time. Right? Yeah...So...You want to buy a copy of GEORGE SPROTT or what?}
A sort of stuttering photograph?
Birmingham Flickrmeet in Leamington Spa, 14th August 2011. Modified Ilford Envoy camera. (Slit effect done in-camera - no photoshop.) Ilford FP4+ in XTOL 1+2 11.5 minutes at 20C.
To calculate the path of each bundle of fibers in the brain, scientists first create a three-dimensional picture of the direction of water diffusion for each voxel, or three-dimensional pixel, in the brain scan. The peanut-shaped blobs in this image of Wedeen’s own brain stem represent the speed of diffusion in every possible direction. Given that shape, scientists infer the most likely path of the nerve fibers passing through that spot, following the principle that water diffusion is parallel to fibers.
Credit: Guangping Dai, Van Wedeen, Ruopeng Wang at MGH, and John Kaas at Vanderbilt (The Brain Unmasked)
I’ve set up a blog, collecting my reviews of the first 30 books in the series (along with artwork), which you can find at mewtti.blogspot.com/
NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JUNE 12: <> attends the American Institute For Stuttering 17th Annual Gala hosted by Emily Blunt on June 12, 2023 in New York City. (Photo by Craig Barritt/Getty Images for American Institute For Stuttering )
Na primeira postagem da série, conheça Harrison Craig, 18 anos, natural de Melbourne, participante da versão australiana do programa The Voice: www.gagueiraonline.com.br/blog/2013/04/gagueira-e-musica-1/
NEW YORK, NEW YORK - JUNE 12: <> attends the American Institute For Stuttering 17th Annual Gala hosted by Emily Blunt on June 12, 2023 in New York City. (Photo by Craig Barritt/Getty Images for American Institute For Stuttering )
Kitsune transformed as well, and was feeling very full and at ease, At this point, she suspected nothing of Kumiho and was completely blind to his nervous twitches and stuttering.
The Senior Stutters Line Dancers of Valdosta performed a show at Lake Park United Methodist Church on March 1, 2011.
I am warm
and the light is a muted red,
like the veiny insides
of eyelids,
insides
of bellies.
I want to hide.
To fold these four appendages inside myself.
Back when it was
that simple.
I convulsed
to the beating of a distant heart
and the rumble of indigestion.
I was whole
then, even though I lived
through a tube
and took stutter breathes through stunted gills.
No one could take from me; instead
I took.
I was not open to the overwhelming
Sadness.
My skin was new.
"The Womb"- minertolake.blogspot.com