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2019 0805 mri finish

At long last “magnetic resonance imaging” is at that stage of completion where any further work on it would be as likely to do harm as good.

I am proud to have seen this tricky, demanding image/poem to its appropriate destination, but not so proud as to ignore its defects. It doesn’t have the visual impact that it could, if I’d done it in a larger scale than 7 inches by 10. (Would the two weeks or so be worth the finer polish I could put to it if I redid it at 20 inches by 30? Undoubtedly. Would I be willing to do it? Not for its own sake. I could make at least 10 new images in the same amount of time, and use the Idea part of my brain and not the Reporter part of my brain. I vastly prefer using the latter. But if I had a guaranteed sale at $2 per square inch,  which is what my friend Vivian Andersen was charging when we were gallery-space partners, that would be $1200 US gross, and good practice to boot. So, yes, if I were incentivized by a sure sale, I would get right to it, and it would be a bargain for the buyer at twice the price, because this is one of the more important image/ideas within my capability. (Friends, I am high now, not on drugs nor alcohol, but on having finished this ungainly thing, so forgive, please, my delusion of grandeur.)

Defective or not, delusion of grandeur or not, this acrostic image is a success. I fit an array of meaningful words into the straitjacket I’d built in its early stage, and it is definitely about both the Brain and the Soul, and for a bonus, its parsing and slicing is superbly analogous to Magnetic Resonance Imaging.

Please see my previous work-in-progress post for notes on the first four lines. As for the last four, three elements might need clarification, but I will point rather than blather on and on. “Dendritic” refers to Dendrites, and there is an excellent discussion of their form and function in Wikipedia. “Electrochemic nets” capture our thoughts and memories, per our current understanding of brainwork. And “bands for Gideon” refers (metaphorically) to Gideon’s Band, loyal stalwarts that may be found in the Bible. Many hotel rooms have had Bibles placed in them by a group of proselytizers known as…the Gideons.

Finally, the last three panels at lower right were done without looking at the MRI photo sources, but rather relying on my memory of them. When I reviewed the images, I saw that with a little exaggeration, a top-down view of the centermost cross-section of the brain could be made to resemble the stylized heart shape we use to symbolize Love.  I also remembered that one of the “with contrast” images had flared contrast-wings remindful of a butterfly. Brain, Butterfly, Heart: that is the best of us.

magnetic resonance imaging

mazes, spark plugs, forests, thruways make us cognoscenti
an arabesque or two or four comprise an idiom
gendarmic membranes won’t enshroud nor would they be placenta
nor would they glad participate in telepathic gleaning
eloquences wax dendritic make a foe effendi
then electrochemic nets bind bands for gideon
it’s all subject to indecency like stroke-lost meaning
confectionary at its best, though–to Divine we’re leaning

2019 0804 magresimg

With the meter/rhyme scheme established, but not too rigidly enforced, the construction of the poem is becoming easier. Here is how what has been written reads:

Mazes, spark plugs, forests, thruways make us cognoscenti
An arabesque or two or four comprise an idiom
Gendarmic membranes won’t enshroud nor would they be placenta
Nor would they glad participate in telepathic gleaning

It is kindasorta iambic septameter, but the first line is trochaic. Sonnets will sometimes tack a syllable on the end of a line, and if you do that, you are being “non-heroic” because landing right on the correct last syllable is called “heroic.” (Similarly, quantum physicists use terms like “charm” and “strange” and “spin.” Words ALWAYS fail, to some degree, to echo Reality.)

Line 1: the “mazes, spark plugs, forests, thruways” referred to are failing-badly approximations of brain structures. Probably the best of this sad lot is “spark plugs,” which analogizes the superstructure of the synapse.

Line 2: from the Merriam-Webster definition of Arabesque: “1 : an ornament or style that employs flower, foliage, or fruit and sometimes animal and figural outlines to produce an intricate pattern of interlaced lines. 2 : a posture (as in ballet) in which the body is bent forward from the hip on one leg with one arm extended forward and the other arm and leg backward.” Line 2 crudely describes brain-embroidery in the imagining of a more advanced form of expression than the starkly descriptive.

Line 3: I owe “Gendarmic” to Robert Heinlein: in his apocalyptic story “The Year of the Jackpot” he has Potiphar Breen refer to big rock pillars on a mountain as Gendarmes. Gendarme is a French noun meaning Guard. And the corpus callosum, the separator of the brain hemispheres, may be viewed as a guardian of electrical activity between the hemispheres. (I hope I’m not being TOTALLY inaccurate here, but I’m certain my analogy is off the mark to some degree. Poetic License!!)

Line 4 mentions Telepathy, a probably mythical phenomenon in the literal sense. It means Mind-Reading, that is, the ability to listen to thoughts. Some people can read body language so well that they have an idea of what a person is thinking, but there is no hard evidence that telepathy exists. Certainly there is a wealth of anecdotal accounts of alleged telepathy, but I for one don’t believe it exists.

Since all the principal drawing for this page has been done, all that remains before final cleanup is to finish the poem. It’s quite likely that the next stage will be the finished page. We can hope! 🙂

2019 0801 mri stage 2

Last month I had a session inside a torpedo tube, or so the MRI chamber seemed. I got to hear classic rock music and odd, Techno-like machine noises. It lasted about forty minutes, and resulted in over 500 cross-sectional views of my brain. Here is a detail from one of the pages, which I have tinted for dramatic effect:

scan sent to sf

From top to bottom, left to right, the images start at the top of my head and end at about the middle of my eyes. Since I now know almost nothing about brain anatomy I don’t know what structures, other than my eyes and the corpus callosum, are being heightened by the contrast. I knew more in grade school but have forgotten most of what I learned.

In this early stage of my drawing and poem, I’ve done thumbnails of several of the views, and have decided on the acrostic spine, MAGNETIC RESONANCE IMAGING, and seven words and one phrase. The decision on the spine is final, even though the leftmost word, MAGNETIC, has eight letters, and the rightmost, IMAGING, has but seven; and RESONANCE has seven elements since I have RES occupy one line. Most likely I’ll use the final G of the acrostic for both lines of a final couplet, and they will rhyme, but we’ll see.

This is by no means the clunkiest acrosticization I’ve done. Once I used MARS SOUPY AL as my triple acrostic, which is a wretched pun on “marsupial” and ended up needing a line arrangement similar to a freeway overpass to five different highways. But the result was absolutely unique, with drawings of Mars and Soupy Sales and Al Pacino heading the three words, and a duck-billed platypus overlording all three. I was reasonably certain that no one had ever brought the four together, and equally certain that no one would ever know why they SHOULD be brought together, until they had seen the acrostic. And even then I imagine head-scratching and the thought “This is nuts.”  But that’s where the idea for the acrostic came from–the Duck-Billed Platypus is one of the most improbable creations on Earth, seeming to be a cut-and-paste job from several species. My poem, in my humble opinion, was a good analogue, an honorary marsupial.

The acrostic I’m working on above comes from a different place. My working intention is to poetically discuss the way that lump of fatty tissue in our skulls relates to who we are. This subject was well plumbed by the late Oliver Sacks, and if you have never had a look at The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales it is available in PDF form for a mere $2.50 US, and I also found a used hardcover, good condition,  on the Barnes & Noble site for $2.30. SO well worth it, Friends, and I hope you will find it in the library or elsewhere, if it’s not on your bookshelf already.

The words and phrase I have put into the acrostic already are subject to change, but I hope I don’t have to. If I can make them work in an array of meter and rhyme that makes sense and speaks to the subject I’ve chosen, it will be a lot like a magic trick. Stay tuned, please!

2019 0709 gary brain

Fans of late-twentieth-century Reader’s Digest will remember a series of articles told from the point of view of various organs of a middle-aged patient named Joe: “I Am Joe’s Spleen,” “I Am Joe’s Bladder,” etcetera. Sly reference to the series was made in the movie Fight Club as well. So here is late-middle-aged patient Gary’s Brain.

Gary needs to get his head examined. But in order for that to happen, a specialist must order the imaging. And, indeed, that was done on July 1st. But then the order needs to be placed by the doctor’s office with the imaging firm. That was NOT done till quite late in the afternoon of July 5th. The imaging company did not receive the order till yesterday, Monday the 8th. And as of now, though an appointment was made of this morning for the Magnetic Resonance Imaging session, since my insurance company has not authorized the session, the appointment was set aside, “pending authorization.”

Gary’s Brain

Growth appears–rub-a-dub-dub
Get it while it’s just a nub

Auth required? I say thee Yarr
Action needed? Har har har

Rigatoni and lasagna
Rest assured you’ll get some on ya

You WON’T see me aujourd’hui

‘S UNFAIR–red tape Soup Tureen

Notice that in the illustration the next-to-last line is left out. I forgot to put it in before I scanned it. I think I may have Brain Problems.