1. ISSUE 1|2015
POETRY: STANISLAV LAUK-DUBITSKY
V. LOBOS, DANIEL THOMAS MORAN
& ELEONORE BLAUROCK-BUSCH
AND SHANTI ELKE BANNWART,
F. BRAHMI, RICHARD BERLIN,
ANDREW KIRK, NARRATIVE -
THOMAS GIBBS, PHOTO -
CYRUS MCEACHERN
AND OTHERS...
POETRY:STANISLAVLAUK-DUBITSKY
ARIALIGI,DANIELTHOMASMORAN
&ELEONOREBLAUROCK-BUSCH
ANDSHANTIELKEBANNWART,
F.BRAHMI,RICHARDBERLIN,
ANDREWKIRK,NARRATIVE-
THOMASGIBBS,PHOTO-
CYRUSMCEACHERN
ANDOTHERS...
NEW ::: POETRY
SUBER
rebuses
ANIGM
A
anagram
s
LOGOSTYPES
visual riddles
LATTE.IN
NUMBERRY
JARGO
Latin hints
learn
Russian
memory hack
2. SUBMISSION
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4. When John Keats went to medical school to become an apothecary in 1815 he had no idea that he would
leave both his mentorship (he was an apprentice to the physician Thomas Hammond) and medical school to
devote his life to poetry. Yet, if we look at his medical journals during that time, the margins are filled with
lines of poetry. Keats found solace in writing, as his days were filled with the noxious smells of corpses, as
well as the screams and wails of the afflicted (upon whom he was asked to practice the art of medicine). One
must remember that anesthetics (aside from alcohol) were not used in abundance, and so he was expected
to cut into limbs and cavities without the patient being sedated. One cannot help but sympathize then, with
his need to find not only an external peace, but an internal one as well. Keats though is not an anomaly.
Chekhov, William Carolos Williams, Mikhail Bulgakov, and Somerset Maugham all studied medicine. In fact
this trend dates back from antiquity, to modern times. There is a long list in fact of writers who were in fact
physicians as well is poets which starts from Ctesias, 5 Century B.C. Avicenna, 980-1037 (Middle Ages) to
Biernat of Lublin, (15th Century Polish poet, Fabulist and Physician) Jan Brożek 16th Century Mathematician,
astronomer, poet, physician, writer, and musician. The 17th Century had Sir Henry Vaughn, Welsh
metaphysican and poet, eighteenth century, had of course Keats, while the Nineteenth century has a long
litany of poet/physicians including Chekhov, and the previously mentioned Somerset Maugham.
The twentieth century had the likes of Alaa Al Aswany, a poet and dentist, while in the twentieth century
there has been an upsurge of poets and writers including Richard Mounce, endodontist and magazine writer,
as well as Steve Hacker, dermatologist and author. Given this, what is the connection between poetry and
science? Is it that physicians are privy to the extreme sorrows and sometimes joys, of human life? Or is that in
doing something so intricate (and sometimes repugnant, such as the removal of a tumor, or repairing a
splintered hip) they find beauty neath layers of skin, ligaments and bone? And in doing that, in delving into
areas, which most would find odious, do they discover a grandeur seen by few? Are these tableaus for
creating myths, metaphors, and connections between finely attenuated threads lightly fluid luminous
tendons opaque and pulsing with life, and in doing so, transform these images from the grotesque to the
divine? Or are these things, a prayer if you will; a therapeutic elegy which allows them to continue in their
calling, to help those, who without their skill and bravery would surely die? Poetry in this sense is a release, a
comfort, letting them float above the temporal plane, and thus find an area between the corporeal and
divine. That they can then, come back and transpose into words, much like the Impressionists did with colors
and oils nuances of form and thought, is a testament to how the mind adapts, not only making sense of pain
and suffering, but allowing the reader to as well.
ARIA LIGI.
Poetry editor
MAGAZINE FOR
PRETTY MINDS
What is THE SIGNZ magazine and why we created it. First of all the
magazine is a playground for people from the editorial staff where they can
share their creative stuff, thoughts and examples / teasers of projects, all for
readers. Then it is special place for authors (retired or practicing scientists
and doctors) who needs more from their current job and wants to expand
the horizons of self-expression with joy and enthusiasm, in other words...
we're welcome all kinds of geeks, insane (-/+) geniuses and out-of-the-box
thinkers. Why? Because we think that old era of interdisciplinary titans and
grand-masters of science and art is indisputably awesome, especially in
comparison with the modern "monkology 0f mediocrity". So our motto is "the
more you create the more you can get from your brains". And finally let's
figure out what tasty mind candies we cooked 4 you.
STAN LAUK-DUBITSKY.
Senior editor
THE WORD | The marriage of polemics and science
5. OEUVRE CADABRA - CREATIVE STUFF MADE BY SCIENTISTS
POETRY: STANISLAV LAUK-DUBITSKY
VICTOR LOBOS SAAVEDRA,
DANIEL THOMAS MORAN
ELEONORE BLAUROCK-BUSCH
AND SHANTI ELKE BANNWART,
CAROL LYNN STEVENSON GRELLAS
FRANK BRAHMI,
RICHARD BERLIN,
ANDREW KIRK,
NARRATIVE: THOMAS GIBBS
PHOTO: CYRUS MCEACHERN
ART: PATRICIA DAHER
POETRY: STANISLAV LAUK-DUBITSKY
VICTOR LOBOS SAAVEDRA,
DANIEL THOMAS MORAN
ELEONORE BLAUROCK-BUSCH
AND SHANTI ELKE BANNWART,
CAROL LYNN STEVENSON GRELLAS
FRANK BRAHMI,
RICHARD BERLIN,
ANDREW KIRK,
NARRATIVE: THOMAS GIBBS
PHOTO: CYRUS MCEACHERN
ART: PATRICIA DAHER
6. STAN LAUK-DUBITSKY
special art sign for a creative stuff
and for an author
POETRY |- POISONNET | YOUR NAME -|
Skype: newpoetry.net | E-mail: stan@lauk.me
Linkedin / Facebook: .../stanlauk
Biologist and post-graduate student in Centre
of Biomedical Technologies of FMBA Russia.
Senior Editor and publisher of this magazine,
My current research project is in Cryobiology
area (authomated systems for cryopreservation
of ograns and grafts). Extra: biology (stem cells),
genetics, bioinformatics, poetry, prose,
translation work, linguistics, mnemonics, art,
design (web, print), photography, board-games,
coding, coaching, puzzles... P.S. single :)
a scientist of interdisciplinary research area
NODD
7. POISONNET
In the last empty maze I left you for lust...
For regular shades, the stem's thorned ladders
Only after my fall to the mired fault's meadows
My memory showed you, I'm pulled to the past!
I saw scarlet flowers, your loneliness throne,
And tasted bitter pollens of dead unread letters!
I felt insane nectar, your sweet perfumed ghetto!
I feared the bees – those blind slaves, all your own...
Yet I crept towards you in the depth of night's fires.
I saw eight shadows, as I blink, in the dances
And a cross on your back... you poured honey on lances.
The spider!...Widow of darkened wings and white eyes.
Oh, please! Catch my heart in your sweet-poisoned net,
it will be your willing butterfly-marionette.
STANISLAW LAUK-DUBITSKY
YOUR NAME
Stone drops of decay herald
the abrasive music of the night -
the muffled screams of heartbeats
won't hold back the ax, the blade, the right,
to your failed retreat,
to the echoing of tweets.
Someone sings to
his knife, to his song
and by-the-by in the hollow,
in the hush, holding hearts alone
he'll howl, he'll thread
valedictory tones.
Wish, wheesh
the steel groans its way through flesh,
tick tock, tick tock – your name
swings pendulous within
the eternal traps of clocks.
Tick and tock, again, your name
in father's chords, in mother's veins,
riding on a run of thoughts.
The belly of the tides...
holds tight the run of my words.
Beneath the under-light we find
the running of my eyes!
Step by step, into darkness hide,
into darkness burns the flame
in which tears divide
the two of us. Your name
inhales, and inhales,
agonies and again,
shivers by the shivering.
I walk back through, for
divine fever, malady divine,
to give myself to loss,
to the name of yours,
that which will grant me grace.
The noise is the rustling of feathers,
the coming of the Lord of snakes,
heralded by that same
dark run.
The song for those who are brave,
the lines ascend to the name,
that name which you lost
under your grave...
8. VICTOR LOBOS SAAVEDRA
|- WAYS OF KEEPING YOU -|
(or Just wishful thinking)
Senior Editor of the NEW ::: POETRY LAS (Latin
American & Spanish edition), translator, poet,
writer; and also he is a psychologist and
psychodynamic psychotherapist (Catholic
University at Santiago de Chile)
a scientist of psychology & psychiatry areas
MENS
9. But then you dissolve like a mirage again
And I have to turn myself
Into the cruellest psycho-murderer
And split your agonizing body
In two at the trembling waist,
And then cut your limbs off
And then your singing head,
Till there’s nothing left except
Tiny bloody pieces of fresh meat
That I wrap up in glossy Christmas paper
And hide under my lonely bed.
I think to myself
That this is getting
Pretty extreme.
I need to find a point of balance
Between too harsh and too sweet
Or I’ll lose you for ever,
So I transform my own shaky self
Into a master of ropes and whips
That’s terribly clever.
And now your collared, gagged,
Tied soul and flesh
Hang swinging naked
From my own ceiling,
So that I can kiss you and spank you
And ask you if you are O.K.
VICTOR LOBOS SAAVEDRA
Before you vanish into thin air
Like a faint ghost,
Like something that never was,
I have to strip you off
Completely naked
Of your soul.
You haven’t got to be a human being,
Just a piece of flesh, a pretty stone,
A beast to hunt and devour,
To become real again.
So I turn myself into a big hound
And lick every precious inch
Of your ivory, sweaty skin
With the length of my smoky tongue
And bath you all in sweet saliva.
But no, that’s too sweet!
So I turn into a hungry wolf,
Alfa-male claiming his undisputed right
And bite your neck and tear you off
And eat your flesh and blood
Till the whiteness of your bones.
But that’s too much! Stop now!
You’re real enough!
So now I am as tender as a babe
And suckle your milky breast
(Just torturing a little bit
Your rosy, sensitive nips),
And drink the moon in your eyes
In ecstatic reverie...
WAYS OF KEEPING YOU (OR JUSR WISHFUL THINKING)
10. DANIEL THOMAS MORAN
|- MINDING THE PITS | INTELLEGENT DESIGN -|
Web: http://www.danielthomasmoran.net
BS in Biology & Doctorate in Dental Surgery.
Retired Clinical Assistant Professor at Boston
University's School of Dental Medicine and Poet
Laureate. He is the author of seven volumes of
poetry, "A Shed for Wood", was published by the
Salmon Poetry in Ireland and "Looking for the
Uncertain Past", was published by Poetry
Salzburg at The University of Salzburg in 2006.
a scientist of any area of medical science
MEDY
11. INTELLIGENT DESIGN
For Christopher Hitchens
I cannot give
much credence
to divine
intervention,
Even at the
risk of my
defying
a redemption.
But I have faith
that it would
be wholly
mistakable,
To endorse any
god who’d make
a bone that
was breakable.
MINDING THE PITS
for Catherine Arcure
An olive and an apricot
contain a day that
was dry and hot.
And drops of mist
by clouds relieved,
Like the brackish tears
the widow grieved.
For them did
poets dare invent,
A word so rare
as succulent.
Yet in their heart
there lives alone,
This silent and
solitary stone.
As dense as
any secret be,
Until one reflects
upon the tree.
Daniel Thomas Moran
12. E. BLAUROCK-BUSCH
|-SESTINA FOR 3 SIBLINGS AND A DOG-|
PhD (metal toxicology and human nutrition)
Research director in Micro Trace Minerals
Analytical Laboratory (Ger). She is a founding
member and co-chairman of the International
Association of Trace Element Research and
Cancer, a scientific advisor to the International
Board of Clinical Metal Toxicology (IBCMT) and
to the German Medical Association for Clinical
Metal Toxicology. She is a member of the
European Academy for Environmental Medicine
and the British Society for Ecological Medicine.
a scientist of any area of medical science
MEDY
13. SESTINA FOR THREE SIBLINGS AND A DOG
Before the crackling fire sprawled the dog
and vintage wine was served, the one she loved
and rarely shared.
The older brother bored with cancer details,
hormonal treatment, thoughts about survival.
The sister glanced outside.
December snow fell on the pond outside.
She slit the mackerel and watched the dog,
her younger brother gulped the wine he needed for survival
and bragged about the vehicle he loved,
it's special motor, brakes and fancy details,
the leather seats he never shared.
He pulled another bottle of Bordeaux his sister shared.
December snow turned into rain outside,
he reminisced about the winery and listed details.
She took a sip and stroked the yawning dog
she cared about and truly loved,
more than her brothers' damned survival.
She'd written poetry about survival
and quietly recited while her brothers shared
some soccer news about a club they loved.
December rain turned into ice outside.
She went into the garden with the dog,
escaping irksome details,
about midfielders, details
on atrial fibrillation and survival.
She nearly slipped and called the dog
who brought a stick he gladly shared.
December grew into icicles outside,
she picked one, threw it in the pond she loved
and watched how stars changed shapes. She loved
the moving light, the sound, the ever changing details.
December blanketed the pond outside.
She thought about the fish, the frogs' survival,
her visions, views she never shared
with any of her brothers, but the dog.
Eleonore Blaurock-Busch
14. SHANTI E. BANNWART
POETRY |- I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT -|
Psychotherapist MA, LPCC
M.F.A. in Creative Writing, Writer, Author, Writing
Coach, Counselor and Certified Professional &
Personal Life-Coach C.P.C.C.m 'PAIRS' Master
Teacher for Psycho Educational Relationship
Training, Licensed IMAGO Relationship
Therapist, National and international workshop
leader and presenter, AHMA American Holistic
Medical Association.
a scientist of psychology & psychiatry areas
MENS
15. I want to write
About
Creative Art
And how it tears us apart.
About the fire that scorches the heart.
About mistakes that turn into art.
About the medicine that heals the scar.
About the crack in the jarr and
About the delight of creating
About the pleasure of mating
About audacious flight towards light
beyond the boundries of wrong and right.
I want to write about creativity
with its clay feet on the ground,
and its squabbles between square and round.
Its messy outbursts, and smelly piddlings
Its failures and mediocre fiddlings
Its piercing doubts and lousy moods
Its sharp-edged rocks in worn out boots.
About its lust for fame.
And disgust for the same-old-same.
I want to write about creativity,
How it gives shape to the dreams of a child
or to the cravings of the wild
Self during dreadful doubt
When hungry ghosts rumble and shout .
I want to pose my questions to YOU
and to the angels as well as the the gru-
some forces of the Dark.
Where shadows and brilliance meet
We artists stomp with enormous feet
Across the glowing ember
Remember….?
Shanti Elke Bannwart
16. FRAN BRAHMI
|- INTIMACY | IF | HYDRANGEAS -|
PhD (information sciences) and MA (English)
a scientist of any area of medical science
MEDY
NO PERSONAL INFORMATION
N/A
17. INTIMACY
Like sand castles
Left behind
Abandoned to
Lapping waves
Slowly
Lap by lap
Until
No trace
Is left
Just
Rounded mounds of
Sand.
IF
If only we were like
hydrangeas
In the summer heat
Easily revived
By cool droplets
Of an unexpected rain,
bowed heads rise
leaves no longer droop
And we thrive.
HYDRANGEAS
A heaviness dissipates
flatness animates
and darkness lightens
in shades of grey.
I wonder: . . . . . . . . . . . .
Fran Brahmi
18. C. L. Stevenson Grellas
ODALISQUE, AN AUBADE: LOVE POEM
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is a seven-time
Pushcart nominee as well as a four-time Best of
the Net nominee. She is the 2012 winner of the
Red Ochre Press Chapbook contest with her
manuscript Before I Go to Sleep.She has
authored several chapbooks along with her
latest full-length collection of poems: Hasty
Notes in No Particular Order, newly released
from Aldrich Press. Her work has appeared in a
wide variety of online and print magazines
including: The Yale Journal for Humanities in
Medicine, Poets and Artists, War, Literature and
the Arts and many more. According to family
lore she is a direct descendent of Robert Louis
Stevenson.
a guest star with professional poetry expirience
STAR
19. ODALISQUE, AN AUBADE: LOVE POEM
What hour is this that brings a jaundiced glow?
The sun has found us through the maidenhair
disturbing all the camouflage of night
to notify our rousing. Lady faire
your window raps, intruders with perfume
awakening each flower through the glass,
where last a moon-rock’s shadow graced your hair
obsidian’s dim blackish veil will pass.
And I must find a purpose to go on
another day to mourn, your devotee.
As if the evening’s gift of this soiree−
one last remembrance left will set me free.
My love I fear a death unless you’re near
unworthy as I am, you must comply.
Without you I’ll surrender to the day
a daunting life alone and surely die.
Oh listen, hear the harpsichord, it plays;
our opus is a symphony for two
and though I am a shameful fool, succumb
before a moment winks the morning through−
or solitude will push throughout my veins.
A spirit without verve won’t feel at all,
so blinded by the loneliness, I’ll chide
the atmosphere that yields a life to pall.
Since nothing of my life will ever grow
beyond this longing tarnishing my soul.
If blooming till the bursting is replete,
the probing bee, your drone, my queen this role−
will only prove my valor by your side
when close you lie beside me as obsessed
am I, forgive me for my cowardice,
yet you are like a goddess when undressed.
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
20. RICHARD M. BERLIN
POETRY |- A HEADLONG ACT OF LOVE -|
Board Certified Psychiatry, Psychotherapy, &
Expert Psychopharmacology in the Berkshires
The winner of numerous poetry awards, his first
collection of poems "How JFK Killed My Father"
won the Pearl Poetry Prize and was published by
Pearl Editions. His second collection of
poetry, "Secret Wounds" was published by BkMk
Press. He is the author of more than sixty
scientific papers and has edited Sleep Disorders
in Psychiatric Practice and Poets on Prozac:
Mental Illness, Treatment, and the Creative
Process. He practices psychiatry in a small town
in the Berkshire hills of western Massachusetts.
a scientist of psychology & psychiatry areas
MENS
21. Richard Berlin
A HEADLONG ACT OF LOVE
-from a line by Pablo Neruda
It was a headlong act of love
when I kissed her. She was gone.
No one could have saved her.
The dialyzer hummed a little love song.
The way I kissed her (she was gone)
was a reflex, a hand to break my fall.
The dialyzer hummed a little love song.
No one saw us, the curtains were drawn.
It was a reflex, a hand to break my fall.
My mouth was on her lips!
No one saw us, the curtains were drawn.
I’m a man who doesn't take risks.
My mouth was on her lips!
I closed my eyes, but not for long.
I’m a man who doesn't take risks.
The corridor was quiet, it was close to dawn.
I closed my eyes, but not for long.
Her lips on mine felt soft and warm.
The corridor was quiet, it was close to dawn.
She was dead, but I sang her a song.
Her lips on mine felt soft and warm.
No one could have saved her.
She was dead. I sang her a song—
It was a headlong act of love.
22. ANDREW KIRK
|- TROUBLE GIRL (for Persephone) -|
Professor and Head of Neurology at the
University of Saskatchewan.
He’s published short stories in Ars Medica,
spring VI, Transition, Canadian Medical
Association Journal, and The Canadian
Journal of Neurological Sciences as well as
having had a story broadcast on CBC Radio
One’s SoundXchange. He’s also published
creative non-fiction pieces in Doctor’s Review,
The Medical Post, and Just For Canadian
Doctorsand is on the editorial board of the
Canadian Journal of Neurological Sciences.
a scientist of any area of medical science
MEDY
23. TROUBLE GIRL (for Persephone) Andrew Kirk
What in Hell were you thinking, Ms. P., when you swallowed those seeds?
Those seeds like bloody little embryos?
And why did you go with him anyway,
That slick salesman uncle, charging down through that cleft in the dark earth,
Usually seen in his chariot with midnight horses
But maybe tattooed, all in leather, helmeted on his Harley?
Wooed by Mercury, Mars, Apollo, Hephaestus,
You had your pick of them – perhaps too safe they were
And too approved by Mom
(Besides, Hephaestus had that gimpy leg),
And you wanted your bad boy to take you away to somewhere else,
A place your mother didn’t know and wouldn’t follow
For once you’d get some peace and quiet from her constant complaining.
Yes you knew it wasn’t easy for her as a single mom
(she’d told you that till your ears bled)
And dear old Dad had never been seen since before your birth,
Had roamed from Olympus to lie with nymphs, goddesses, ladies, and even boys
But never came to visit Ms. P, never gave a damn.
Now quarter-damned, you’ve troubled us all.
Why anyway did He give you fruit in the underworld?
Did He grow it there or steal it from mortals above,
That slick one whose sham as a snake seduced your sister Eve
To finish that fruit you’d started.
Did you know when you tasted the slippery gel of those seeds
what you were doing?
Did you know your mother raved, seeking you far and wide?
Raised on ambrosia and nectar, was taking a handful of pomegranate
a suicide attempt, a gesture?
Did you leave a note?
Or did you want to stay down there?
Was he not such a bad type anyway =
Just misunderstood?
And did you know what you were doing to us –
That winter reigned above in your mother’s sorrow?
Likely you didn’t care –
How bad could it be in sunny Aegean Hellas anyway?
But here in Ultima Thule, I trudge white feathers as you trudge cinders below.
Why, in your teenaged angst did you have to cause us all this cold?
Perhaps I’ll move to Costa Rica where no one knows your name.
24. THOMAS GIBBS
PROSE |- IT AIN'T RIGHT -|
Obstetrician gynecologist practicing in
Orlando, Florida
His most recent work has been accepted by Lee
Gutkind for his anthology On Becoming a
Doctor. My publications include; “Living Large”
in The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine,
2009 “Growing Pains” in Stone Canoe, vol. 3,
2009 “Longing” in The Sylvan Echo, vol.1, issue
3, 2008, “Rites and Rituals” in Hospital Drive: A
Journal of Reflective Practice in Word and Image,
summer 2007, and “The Bruising” published in
the Healing Muse: A Journal of Literary and
Visual Arts, vol. 6, number 1, Fall 2006.
a scientist of any area of medical science
MEDY
25. The office phone rang. “My baby isn’t moving?” Bethany said. The receptionist sensed the urgency and
forwarded the call to my private line. I had seen Bethany the day before. Five days short of her due date she
was happy. The pregnancy was almost over. It had been an uneventful nine months. She joked about how she
hoped the baby would be big so she wouldn’t have to lose a lot of weight.
She had come to my office as a teenager because her mother, also a patient of mine, wanted her to take
good care of herself as she developed. Now in her late twenties, married, with a good job, everything was
working out well. I had delivered her first baby, a girl, now a normal toddler.
“Go directly to the hospital.” I said. “I’ll call and have them bring you straight back into triage and put you on
the monitor. I’ll see you there.” When a baby stops moving near term, the fear is stillbirth. Sometimes a
compromised fetus will stop moving just before dying. Fetal movement is a sign of wellbeing. Pregnant
mothers complain about being awakened in the night by an active baby. They come to the office sleep deprived
but understand this is just a precursor to bringing home a healthy baby who needs them in the night.
The hospital nurse called me as soon as she placed Bethany in a room. I left the office, full of patients, and
drove to the hospital, which was only five minutes away. One of the OB residents tried to find the fetal
heartbeat with a Doppler and was pushing the sonogram machine toward the room when I walked in to assess
the pregnancy.
The exam rooms are small. You have to be careful not to hit the stretcher or equipment when opening the
door. Fetal maternal monitors fill the wall at the head of the bed. There is little room to move around the
bottom of the stretcher when breaking it down for an exam or reaching for instruments. Bethany turned
toward me as I entered. Her grandmother stood on the other side of the exam table. The nurse, standing in the
corner, waited for instructions. I took the transducer and placed it over Bethany’s pregnant fundus. The baby
was still.
Using the probe, I looked directly into the heart of the baby. The valves were not opening and closing; there
was no flow of blood. In medicine this is called fetal demise. The term fails to describe the condition. The
obstetrical specialty has developed protocols for preventing loss when women with diabetes or chronic
hypertension become pregnant. We have improved outcomes for women with multiples, twins or triplets.
Although we blame reproductive endocrinologists for implanting too many embryos, we know what to do.
We provide dietary counsel for the morbidly obese. We provide antenatal monitoring to all pregnancies at risk.
There are over one hundred neonatal beds attended by an excellent staff at our hospital. We are proud of
our outcomes. But the unexpected still birth in a low risk healthy pregnancy is humbling to the obstetrician. I
began to second guess my management. After twenty five years I am still caught off guard. I know there is
nothing I can say or do. Bethany began to weep. Her grandmother had come in with her and did not expect
this outcome. Standing at the side of the bed, she did know what to do.
“I’m sorry, Bethany,” I said. “You did nothing wrong.” When I left the room, I could hear the two women
behind the closed door. Their grief could not be contained.
I arranged to send Bethany upstairs to the labor floor and begin an induction to deliver the baby. The
hospital has formed a “grief team,” a group of nurses who help women who have lost pregnancies. Their job is
to help the patient make arrangements for autopsies, funeral services, and to swaddle the baby and take
pictures, “mementos” that help the mother to not think of their babies as abnormal or monstrous. The nurses
wrap the baby in a blanket and cover its head with a knit hat. Sometimes the colors of the clothing are
gendered blue and pink. Still, it is the obstetrician who passes the baby to the mother and talks to the
extended family.
It Ain’t Right
Thomas Gibbs
26.
The first stillborn I ever delivered in private practice was not a patient of mine but one of a doctor I was covering.
The mother had a healthy boy at home and this twin pregnancy had gone well. On admission to the hospital only
one heartbeat was heard. I confirmed the loss with a sonogram. The mother was distraught and claimed she had
felt them both moving throughout the day. The first twin I delivered was a perfect beautiful girl. She had blonde
hair and porcelain skin. She never took a breath. The second baby, a boy, was born healthy. When the delivery and
postpartum check was done I walked to the end of the hall in the surgical suite and stood over the scrub sink. I
braced myself against the stainless steel. I struggled wondering if I had the strength to handle patients with losses
like this one.
I have often been asked to baptize a stillborn baby. My conflictions concerning these spiritual rituals are not
important compared to a patient need. My disbelief in the carnal nature of man is no deterrent. I do what I can to
help. I become a priest. I hold the baby in my left arm. I pull the blankets away from the baby’s head. With my right
hand I take tap water from the faucet in the sink next to the patient. I watch droplets of this suddenly holy water fall
from my hand onto the forehead of the baby. I hear myself saying, “I baptize you in the name of the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.” I then pass the baby back to the father who stands next to me as I follow his wish,
or to the mother still lying in bed wanting to stand but unable.
I wondered how Bethany’s delivery would go. Her parents, divorced and remarried, were there with their new
partners. I remembered the two of them together many years ago. I sensed some awkward tension outside of the
room but next to the bed they focused on Bethany only. Both sets of grandparents had driven some distance to be
supportive. They spoke little and stood away from the bed. It seemed more than they could bear.
I grew up in a family that suffered from the results of difficult pregnancies. Only seven of my mother’s twelve
pregnancies ended with healthy children. She suffered one loss, then another.
Her fourth baby was born premature; too small, too early. There were no neonatal units to support him, no life-
saving Surfactin to help his lungs work, no neonatologists.
Decades later when my grandbabies, twins, were delivered, the new technology helped. Lily weighed two
pounds ten ounces. Placental insufficiency is the term we used, which meant her placenta had worn out. Her
growth was restricted. Her twin, Thomas Joshua, was doing well. Still, to save the little one they both were delivered.
Tiny tubes were placed in their lungs to help them breath, small catheters were placed in the umbilical cord for
medication and monitoring. More lines were placed in their stomachs to feed them. A whole team of specialists,
with skills that had not been developed when my brother was born, took care of them. The twins lived.
My brother was not so fortunate. Mother wanted to name him after a family member. Father knew the boy
would not live. He refused to have an important name taken by a baby soon to die. They settled on Brian. He did
not live out the day on which he was born.
I was the first healthy baby born after five previous problem pregnancies. As I grew, I came to understand how
significant Brian’s death was to my mother. Although I do not remember the exact date, I do remember that each
summer around the same time, Mother would ask if I wanted to go wade in the creek in Scott-at-Water. I knew
what she meant; where she wanted to go. First we would first stop at the cemetery and go to the place under a big
maple tree. This is where the babies were buried. There were many small plots--three feet by four--in the section
for young children and infants. Small headstones marked each one. Grass had overgrown some markers. A few
were not visible; the graves neglected. My mother never had trouble finding Brian. She would bend down and pull
at the grass around the stone, cleaning the best she could. It read Brian Gibbs. There was no middle name
engraved nor was there room for the date, or the fact that he died on his first day of life.
After the visit to the grave, my mother would drive to the creek. As I waded in the shallows catching frogs and
salamanders, my mother sat alone. Our drives home were silent.
Her third pregnancy was delivered in a second-story procedure room of a local clinic in Cortland, New York,
where my father practiced. After two days of labor, Mother delivered what my father called a blue baby. This time
the boy was named Donald after my father. My mother doted on him, and tried her best to help him meet his
milestones. My father did not attempt to dissuade her from believing that he was normal. She thought love and
patience could help him overcome any challenge. Father went off to war and mother ignored the missed milestone.
27. She enrolled Donnie in kindergarten. She dressed him in brown slacks and a matching argyle sweater. He wore
a brown cap with a small brim. Mother took his picture with a 35 mm lens, drove him to school in the blue Ford,
and walked him to his classroom. He didn’t last the week. When my mother became ill during Donnie’s teenage
years, she worried that he might unintentionally hurt one of the younger children. There had already been one
or two incidents when serious harm could have occurred. She could not keep up with him or watch him all the
time. Donnie ended up in the state mental hospital. When he came home for visits, he had a new vocabulary;
words that I had never heard. He used them when taking a bath. I could hear them through the door or in my
bedroom next to the bathroom. My parents would not speak about the words or how they thought my brother
came to know them. I knew better than to ask again. I did wonder what my mother thought when she heard
these words coming through the wall into her bedroom.
I asked my friend Biffy Chapin what he thought about those words. I didn’t tell him why. He had some ideas
about what they meant. So did Wayne, the preacher’s son. I realized that if they were right, someone was hurting
Donnie; taking advantage of him. He could not defend himself. I was upset and confused. I didn’t understand
how this could happen in a hospital, a place that helped people.
When I was old enough to drive, I drove to the hospital to pick him up. He came out singing songs we sang
at home and in church. But when I drove him back to the institution he crawled up in the fetal position and cried.
Sometimes he would sit up, cuff the back of my head and tell me I was breaking Daddy’s boy’s heart. After
driving through the gates and parking, I walked him up to the entrance of the New York State Mental Hospital.
The guard opened the door and Donnie walked in without looking back. I could hear those words as he
disappeared down a long dark hall.
Driving home I tried to remember better times. Like the afternoons we spent in the family pool. He loved to
wear my mother’s swimsuits. No one ever questioned his
swimwear so long as he wore a suit and tie to church. He was the only boy in the family who didn’t complain
about wearing a tie. I asked him once why he wore mother’s bathing suits. He said they felt good.
He also felt compelled to officiate the rite of baptism by immersion on me. Standing in an elegant sky blue
Esther Williams suit with three quarter sleeves, he would raise one hand to heaven and with the other he
baptized me. I could hear, “I baptize you in the name---” as I went down under. I had to be alert because he
always forgot to bring me up. I struggled to get my feet on the bottom and stand. He would get nervous and
laugh when I yelled at him, “Donnie, watch it, will you? You’re going to drown me.”
For the last twenty years he has lived in a community house. He is one of the highest functioning persons
there. Some of the other residents wear helmets.
The last time I visited Donnie he took me to his room and showed me his tie collection. A Yankees game was
playing on the TV. His favorite player is Mickey Mantle. Donnie used to pretend he was Mantle. I remembered
how he used a bat like a golf club and left the ball on the ground. It was the only way he could get a hit.
At the seventh inning stretch, we stood together at the end of his bed in front of the television. I put my arm
around his back. We followed the organ playing Take Me Out to the Ball Game at Yankee Stadium. He pumped
his arm on the last line imitating the umpire, "for its one, two, three strikes you’re out at the ole ball game.”
After Donnie, Mother gave birth to a girl. She suffered from canker sores that covered her mouth and throat.
It was difficult to feed her. Later my mother told me she cried every night wondering how she would feed this
baby. Margaret was anemic and struggled with fatigue when she went to elementary school. In high school she
fainted when on her cycle.
Then I was born and followed by three boys and two girls; all healthy.
In my mother’s last pregnancy she went to my father’s office to confirm her condition. Uncle George, the lab
tech, saw abnormal cells in my mother’s blood smear. He called his brother, my father, to the lab. Father looked
under the microscope and saw the cancer in his pregnant wife’s blood; acute myelocytic leukemia.
The next day he drove Mother to the cancer specialists at the university hospital in Syracuse. They stopped
along Route 11, a country road, on the way to take photographs of the fall foliage. My mother loved the autumn
colors and my father enjoyed using his wide angle lens on the Pentex. All his photographs were produced in
slide format and we had regular shows at home, especially when visitors came to see us.
28. I wonder if the dread of hearing the news was what made them stop, or if they simply wanted to prolong the
not knowing. But I do have a copy of one of those photographs. It sits on my desk. Mother is standing on a grassy
shoulder; a forest of sugar maples rises up on the hills of the Finger Lakes behind her. The color spectrum is
bright; it includes yellows and reds. Mother was very thin but she stood straight and tall in her soft butternut
colored cashmere knit dress with a light mohair collar. Her coordinating ensemble included a wide-brimmed navy
hat with matching gloves, purse, and shoes. The sky is not part of the photograph; it is cropped out. A dark break
in the foliage reveals what might be a trail. The darkness of the void starts just to the left of my mother and
extends up and over her head.
After consultations and second opinions, they headed home. They did not stop this time. Mother must have
dropped Dad off at the office because she came home alone.
Walking through the house, pulling off her gloves, she said she couldn’t do what they said. I was old enough to
understand. I stood in the middle of the living room where I had been practicing the piano. I wondered why my
father had let her come home alone, why she talked to me. I didn’t know what to do; what to say. I didn’t move,
didn’t respond. After getting the words out, Mother turned right and disappeared up the stairs to her room.
My father operated on people with cancer. He didn’t talk about it, but I knew that some of them died. I didn’t know
that sometimes cancer works slowly. I didn’t know that sometimes the person dies right in front of your eyes.
I didn’t know that in the next four years, I would be the one to pick her up and carry her down the stairs. I
would be the one to put her on the mattress in the back of our blue Ford station wagon. I would take her for rides
around the Finger Lakes. She would be too weak to talk, so I would sing to her. I was sixteen.
Lying on her side in the car as I drove, she would look out the side window. I pointed out herons and egrets. I
parked the car in her favorite cove. I rolled down the windows, and we to the honking of Canadian geese as they
flew into gray clouds, heading to a warmer place.
Mother lived to deliver a baby girl, Mary Elizabeth. Despite following doctor’s orders in her postpartum
condition, she did not improve. The doctors were surprised she lived for four years after her original diagnosis. By
the last time she was admitted to the hospital, I had been sent away to a parochial academy. I was not happy. I
took my mother’s Ford Falcon back to school and parked it. I didn’t care that it was against the rules. I drove home
at night and stayed at the hospital until mother fell asleep. I sat in her hospital room with its white enamel walls,
white iron bed, and white porcelain bedpan. I watched her fade into the white.
My father had Brian moved from the children’s corner of the cemetery. Both mother and Brain were buried in
the same grave. I wondered if it was mother’s request or my father’s doing. Either way I felt better knowing they
were together.
swimwear so long as he wore a suit and tie to church. He was the only boy in the family who didn’t complain
Mary has never asked about what options mother was given. I have never brought it up. Mary has her own
problems. Now fighting breast cancer, she looks down inside her shirt and says she sees a horror show.
My mother’s losses and suffering have something to do with my choosing obstetrics. I may have thought I could
help, maybe even fix problems. But I have come to know there is no resolution. As long as we live, there is no
ending. We go on because resignation is not an acceptable condition. I know something about what happens when
pregnancies end in demise, or worse, when the result is long-term disability and abuse.
Bethany’s labor was not long. She pushed and I delivered a beautiful baby boy. He appeared perfect. There was
no sound in the room. No one moved. I noticed a true knot, pulled tight, in the cord. I had warned Bethany that we
might not find a reason for the stillbirth. Even with an autopsy we sometimes cannot make a definitive diagnosis.
This was different. When I see a knot at delivery it is usually loose and I can pass my fingers through the loops of
the cord. This knot could not be freed. I cut a section of the cord above and below the knot and placed it on a towel
covering the delivery table. I would send it to the pathologist.
I delivered the boy into his mother’s arms and stepped back as the family drew up around the bed. I watched as
they looked at the baby. Bethany sat up and examined each part of the boy; she missed nothing. There were no
marks or telltale signs.
I told them about the cord. I held it up in front of the grandfather. He took a long look at the knot.
“It ain’t right,” he said.
29. CYRUS MCEACHERN
Anesthesiologist and photographer
In first person: throughout my training as a
physician, I explored the intricacies of anatomy
and physiology with light-paintings during long-
exposure photography. Anesthesiology is
particularly fascinating to me, as it requires
seizing complete control over human
physiology and consciousness, monitoring and
controlling it with invasive procedures and
powerful drugs. My biggest inspiration was Eva
Markvoort (portrait with a heart on her chest
that she painted in the mirror). She endured a
lifelong struggle with cystic fibrosis, eventually
requiring a double lung transplant that gifted
her an extra two years of life. Together, we
created portraits of other transplant survivors
for a media campaign: "Celebrate Transplant".
a scientist of any area of medical science
MEDY
ANATOMY PHOTO-ART SERIES
(+ riddles by Stan Lauk-Dubitsky)
30. 1) Brie bull + 0 + XY | 1010 thing = ?
2) Spire + at moth (fear) / 0 (space) = ?
3) Primer - C + roof boys' action = ?
4) 23 + (|reeb ) - nefarious > (.) = ?
5) 2 + mime + I have (short) + % = ?
6) Sit + naked % + 543210... = ?
You can find here a fake
riddle or riddle for next page
32. PATRICIA DAHER
LETTERS OF LIFE. SERIES
(curated by Stan Lauk-Dubitsky)
Visual Artist and Math Educator.
Patricia Daher is a New York based Artist,
Graphic Designer and Private Math Educator.
She carries a BA is Fine Arts and a minor in
Mathematics and Art History from Hunter
college. Her art explores the relationships
between the Micro and the Macro, the blurred
boundary between the inner world of the mind
and the outer world of reality and the hidden
in the obvious.
a scientist of any area of medical science
MATH
38. UJS
FEZ
The DNA of Language,
Building its form
Relating the macro patterns
to their micro origins of letters
hidden,
in the light of day
In the day of light
Too common to recognize
a needle in hay
Only to visualize
as cells multiply
creating tissue and form
molecules
mirrored to infinity
the letters unfold
a poem of pattern
a written story untold
39. SCOPIUM: is heading based on MARS (!Oi), experimental genre of photography.
The most important characteristic - is to catch and shoot a meaningful image in
unexpected places, in other words, it is a factory of photo-artifacts with the
clear plot, where the distortion of light, refractions, reflections, special effects,
defocus, original framing, shadows and the random motion of the camera can
create a picture on the boundary between painting, poetry and a manifestation
of the subconscious mind of the photographer. If you want to get a good
picture in this genre you can use any photo equipment and any objects, the
main thing is the result you will achieve. What is common in this genre with
candid photography? I think - a lot! Many hours catching the mirracle or
"Unicorn" (ingenius picture) and shots on intuition and luck, without any
preparation; it is a special connection between the photographer and the
shooting object, inspired, gambling and partly a mystical link! Try to go to the
MARS! Anyone can!
AXIOSCOPE IMAGER A1 COVER GLASS
blood / vessels
AUTHOR: STANISLAV LAUK-DUBITSKY
MACRO ABSTRACT PHOTOS MADE BY MICROSCOPE
40. PLOWMAN'S DREAMS. The soil is full of his veins...
CRAZY CLOWN'S BRIDGE. With spots of thoughts.
BURONINS. Freezed samurais in dead well keep a cry.
LAVA LARVA. The soul of king is within a burning worm.
41. TRAFFIC LIGHT. three windows of eternity
FACE OF THE EMPTY SOUL. No lips, no eyes, no emotions at all...
FREEZE & RISE. Dead ice is waiting for fire.
SCAR MASQUERADE. The darkness, the scar of light, the mask...
42. NEXT PAGE OF RULES
NOT A CROSS
POCKET BOARD GAME
by Stanislav Lauk-Dubitsky
Rules: 1) Take a picture and print out the playing field. Choose the
playing side: crosses are noble crusaders and noughts are brutal tribes.
The purpose of each side is to be the first to reach the sacred relics in
the Temple of Eternity, passing the halls with the challenges and stay
alive faced the fate. 2) Decide how many soldiers you want in your
army- 44 or 66. Place 20 of your soldiers, one soldier in one go on the
first 4 fields - halls of Horror, firstly on the first (outer) perimeter, and
then on the 2nd and so on. Read the next rules carefully.
43. Placing of paired cells: X / O + empty cell = mirror cell absorbs the soldier. Х + Х / О + О = super-cross / super-
nought withstands one attack of nought or empty cell and then leaves the field and goes into the hall of
Eternity as an ordinary soldier. X + O = both disappear from the game, but if there are more noughts in nearby
cells, so the nought remains and the same for crosses.
Records of horror and special techniques. Only those soldiers who fight their own fear will pass in the halls
of Night and become guides for the rest of the army. To make "record of horror" you need to move enemy
soldiers to each other, one at a time, so that their fear paralyzed them in one group (the famous rule of "three
in a row"). It is called "hand of fate”. Moving the soldiers (either by erasing by pencil rubber or just by showing
to the enemy the move and its effect) you need to record their quantity, then everything comes back to the
former place and the enemy moves your soldiers on the same play-field. Now compare the results: 5 paralyzed
enemies - 3 your soldiers paralyzed by your opponent = 2 survived soldiers of yours! But if the game ended in a
draw you need to use one of the specials techniques: 1) “Pushing”: soldiers with numbers 1, 6, 4 can move to
cells of both perimeters between them, they push the soldiers to the edge after that; soldier, who was moved
beyond the edge field, disappears. 2) “Edge fight”: soldiers on the extreme cells with numbers 3 can also change
places. Then check the results again. Won? So, Hall of the Night and Hall of the Eternity are waiting for you.
#6. Hall of Eternity: you can use the soldiers from the bonus reserve who survived after the
night, plus eight more soldiers! Also you will find the altar of emptiness in this hall which will
take your victims in it! Place the first four soldiers; it is obligatory that you place two of them in
the cells of 5 or 6.
# 1. Hall of Excitement: place your soldiers following the classical "tick-tack-toe" rules.
MON: Mon is the system which helps you to choose a cell number of the "Hall of Agony" by tossing up a coin.
To choose the cell # in the first perimeter (numbers from 1 to 6, except 0; the cell # 0 is active only in the final
game) take three different coins, where each side of each coin is a single number in ascending order (coin 1:
head side is number 1, tail side is number 2, etc) . By throwing 3 coins you need to have the combination when
2 coins are fallen on the same side, in this case the third coin will give you a unique number of the cell (coin 1:
tail + coin 2: tail + coin 3: head = number of head of third coin) . To find the cell' number in the second
perimeter you should throw two different coins, so each combination of heads and tails will give you a number
of cell: coin-1: tail + coin-2: tail = #1 / coin-1: head + coin-2: tail = #2 / coin-1: tail + coin-2: head = #3 / coin-1:
head + coin-2: head = #4. After all the soldiers have filled all the perimeters of fields it is necessary to make a
combat record of their losses, and to apply special techniques. See "Records of horror and special techniques".
All survived soldiers should go into the bonus reserve, which can be used in the final game.
place them and check with the enemy. All cells of fields are mirrored and connected with each
other, so the soldiers in paired cells must be mixed by special rule (by the force of the Night
and Reflections, so that courage becomes madness!) (see. the rules of placing of paired cells).
After that, place 8 more soldiers, check and move all the survivors in the final hall of the game
- hall of eternity.
# 4. Hall of Agony: place random soldiers to a random cell; use 2 phases of...
PLAYFIELDS "HALLS OF HORROR" & how to place soldiers on cells of the field (X or O)
# 2. Hall of Betrayal: place enemy soldiers in any cell of the field.
# 3. Hall of Panic: place your soldiers to a random cell: use a system of "Mon"
"MON" throws by the first phase you will determine the number of cell and by the second you
will determine the soldier (X or O): The tail side is the cross and the head side is the nought.
#5. Night hall: secretly select the cells for 8 soldiers on two fields...
44. 1
2
3 4 5 6
1
3 4
5
2
6
1
2 3 4
5
Two perimeters
Numbers of cells
2
1 1
11
11
6
6
55
1 2
3 4
0
PLAYFIELD
PRINT 4 PLAY
1
Altar of emptiness: it is the central element of the play-field; place all your survived soldiers on the all cells.
In the first round select one cell for the altar' victim, using the "mon" (a number from 1 to 6), a soldier on this
cell will be marked by Fate and you have to fight for him in the next round. The numbers 5 and 6 are paired
and work together (2 victims at once). In the second round you have to get a number of cell, using the "mon"
again, for the fight of the Fate. This number is a number of playfield where you have to play against an
opponent in the classical noughts and crosses with 3x3 field, and yes, #0 cell is in the game this time, but the
extra cells of the field (# 4,6) become an echo portals (a sign "((("). Each third turn/round you can move one of
your soldiers (instead of the main move) on the same row with echo portal to the nearby field, horizontally,
this soldier will be your ghost. Each ghost can be activated if the next fight will occur in his field. If you won,
the victim in the "Hall of Eternity" will be saved and you choose a new victim, placing soldiers on empty cells.
And so on - victim / Fate fight / victim… One who saved more of own soldiers - wins and receives a relic!
Altar of emptiness
45. Latin prefixes with
hints for memorizing.
STAN "MNEMONSTER"
LAUK-DUBITSKY
LATTE IN
Start to memorize
numbers easily
NUMBERRY
Learn sci. terms of
foreighn languages.
JARGO
46. LATTE IN. Ch. 1
PREFIX | SUFFIX DEFINITIONS HINTS FOR MEMORIZING
A, AN-
AB-
-AC, AL, ACAL
-ARY, -EAL
ACR(O)-
-AD
AD-
ADIP-
ALB-
ALGE- | -ALGIA
-ALGIO
ALLO-
ARSEN-
ANTE-
APO-
BLAST-
BRADY-
CHROM-
CO, COM-
DACRYO-
DE, DI, DIF-
DYS-
EC-
EOSIN-
EU-
-GNOSIS
GYNO-
HOME(O), ISO-
-ICLE
KOIL-
LEI-
MELAN-
MORPH-
PHREN-
RHOD-
SCOTO-
SITO-
-
LACK OF, ABSENCE
AWAY FROM
PERTANING TO
-/-
EXTREMITY, TOPMOST
TO, TOWARD
INCREASE, VERY
FAT, FATTY
WHITE
PAIN, ACHE
-/-
DIFFERENT
MASCULINE
IN FRONT OF
SEPARATED FROM
GERM, BUD
SLOW
COLOR
WITH, TOGETHER
TEAR
AWAY FROM, APART
BAD, DIFFICULT
OUT, AWAY
RED
TRUE, GOOD, NEW
KNOWLODGE
WOMAN
SIMILAR, SAME
SMALL
HOLLOW
SMOOTH
BLACK
FORM
MIND
RED
DARKNESS
FOOD
-
ANARCHY - LACK OF ORDER
ABBEY - AWAY FROM SOCIETY
A CALL TO LINK, UMBILICAL
TO MARRY & TO CARRY, TO SEAL & DEAL
TOP SHOW - ACROBAT ON THE ACRIDITY ARC
ROAD TO
ADD, ADHERENCE
A+ DIP TO MOUTH = FAT
ALBATROSS - WHITE BIRD, MIRROR: BLANK
ALGEBRA IS PAIN FOR KIDS, ANAGRAM: GEAL
BY PAIN, GO AIL | NOSTALGIA - PAST PAIN OF
"NO! PAST".
ALONE & ALOOF ALIEN
ARRGH! ARSE-SENIOR, ARSENAL - MEN TOYS
ANTENNA IS IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE
APART, APOSTATE.
BLAST! BABY BOOM!
BAD READY + BE TARDY = SLOW
COLOR + AROMA = CHROM
COUPLE, COMRADE
DA CRY OF
DEATH - AWAY FROM LIFE, DISTANT, DIFFERENT
DYSTROY!,
ECHO, ECCENTRIC - OUT FROM CENTRE
EOS' SIN = RED COLOR OF DAWN
MIRROR: TRUE
GOOD "KNOW THIS", PROGNOSIS
AS QUEEN + GENESIS
HOME IS SIMILAR TO YOU, O is O
TICKLE + FICKLE = SMALL
COIL WITH HOLLOW
PRINCESS LEIA IS SMOOTH & PRETTY, SLEIGH
MELANCHOLY, MELANGE ALL COLORS
PHORM > FORM
PHRENZY - WITHOUT MIND (FRENZY)
HOT ROD WITH RED FLOWERS, ROTT (GERMAN)
SCOT-FREE STATE LEADS TO DARKNESS, SCOTCH
SIT & EAT
All content on this page is just an example from book of
Stan Lauk-Dubitsky "LATTE IN". The book is preparing to
be published. All right reserved.
47. FAMILY LETTERS: look unusual, but have familiar sounds.
1) Б - B | b + i = Б | Image hints: Bath (douche), Berry, Banjo, Beard Barber, Button
2) Г - G | G = г + С (turn)| Image hints: Gull, Grotto, Gun, Gallows, Golf, Goose
3) Д - D | D + [ | Image hints: Door, Devil (upside down), Dental, Dig, Dome, Dam
4) C - S | c + c = S | Image hints: Cyclic, Cent, Cyclon, Center, Cemetery
5) З - Z | z + z = 3 | Image hints: Zephyr, dreamz-z-z, Zip, Zoom, Zone, Zeppelin
6) Р - R | like freezing R, r + r = P | Image hints: Rucksack, Racket, Rapier,
7) И - I / Ee / Ea | x3 i = И |Image hints: Eaves, Eel, Implulse, Incisor, Infinity.
8) Л - L | L + l = Л |Image hints: Lady's Legs, Lair, Lee, Ladder, Lodge, Loft.
9) П - P | П is P with not bended leg|Image hints: Pants, Paper, Pedal, Portal, Pipe
10) Ф - F / Ph | F + F = Ф|Image hints: Foam, Face, Fountain, Fly, Flask, Fakir, Float
11) Э - [ə] / [e] / e (let), a (day) | Image hints: Eros, Abaddon, Anchor, Adaptor
RUSSCI
CYRILLIC
ALPHABET
Russian scientific terms
GLOBAL LETTERS: look and sound the same as English alternatives.
А - [ʌ], [ɑː], [æ] | A in Another, fAther, cAr, drAma | М / O / Т - the same letters
K - [k] / "K" sound in ck (duck), k (kitten), c (cat).
SPY LETTERS: look like English letters but sound different.
1) B - V | it looks like hard "w" or "v" + "w" | Vi-Bro Bo-Vine spy | Image hints: Vocal (lips), Veil, Vinyl (DJ's
deck), Vehicle (wheels), Valve (2 faucets), Vertebrae.
2) H - N | n + n = H | HoNey HeN spy| Image hints: Net, Note, Necklet, Nape, Niche.
3) Р - R | r + r = P | red RIP spy | Image hints: Rucksack, Racket, Rapier, Ram, Rib, Reel
4) C - S | c + c = S | SpaCe spy | Image hints: Cycle, Cent / er, Cyclon, Cemetery (stone)
5) Х - H | h + h = X | HooX spy | Image hints: Hug, Hockey, Horns, Hydra, Hunt, HInt.
6) Y - [u:] / Oo, Ue | i + u = Y | Yoo-Hoo spy | Image hints: two (2), clUE, yoop
7) E - ['je] / Ye | lr + r = P | YEs spy | Image hints: yegg (key), yell (screem)
Examples from book
of S. Lauk-Dubitsky
"CYRREALISM" and
part of the global
linguistiian system.
All rights reserved.
FRIEND LETTERS: the sounds are familiar, but they don't have their own letter in English.
1) Ю - U (universe) / Ew | Image hints: dEW, mUle, YOU, IQ (brains & tester).
2) Я - Ya | Y + a = Я | Image hints: Yarn, Yacht, Yak (bull)
3) Ё - Yo | Image hints: Yoga (pose), Yo-Yo (x2), Yoke.
4) Ж - Zh / soft J / soft G (beige) / S in pleasure |Image hints: fuSion (s), Gem, Gym, exploSion (s), Jam, Jaw
5) Ц - Ts |It's like Hebrew letter צ (tsadi) | Image hints: booTS, bolTS, TSunami, TSe-tse fly, TSar (with beard)
6) Ч - Ch| C (turn) + h = Ч|Image hints: CHime, CHest CHain, CHair (upside down), CHimney.
7) Ш - Sh|It's like Hebrew letter ש (shin) | Image hints: SHelf, SHower, SHave, SHackle, SHeaf SHredder.
8) Щ - S in Sure (British), soft Sh, long Ch|To pronounce it try putting your tongue in the same position as
you would to say "ch" but say "sh" instead, sounds like bad TV signal or desert wind.
9) Ы - sounds like drunk / heavy "Ee", "Ei" in being or like zombie / Idiot's "Ee"|looks like pregnant (i)
10) Й - Y in toy|Image hints: quaY, boY (XY), raY, buY ($)
HOW TO READ CYRILLIC ALPHABET
The main rule is "one sound is one letter". In the Russian language every vowel taken separately or in
combination with consonants forms a syllable. Two vowels form two syllables (just like in Korean or
Japanease) Russian words have one accented syllable. The accent may fall on the first, second, third
etc. syllable of a word. The accented syllable is longer and is articulated more tensely than unaccented
ones. The lips play more important part in the pronunciation of Russian vowels than they do in the
articulation of English vowels. All Russian vowels are shorter than their English counterparts.
Pronunciation Symbols: these letters have no sound on their own, but are still considered letters
Ъъ - The 'Hard Sign'. It indicates a slight pause between syllables. Like in D’arc and "Pause" upside down.
Ьь - The 'Soft Sign' makes the previous letter 'soft'. It is like soft consonant in view [vjuː] (soft “v”) instead
of van (hard “v”). Try inflecting a very slight "y" sound onto letter before it.
48. RUSSIAN WORD | DEFINITION | MEMORIZING HINTS & SYNONYMS
1) НАУКА | sciense
know-how / now sky
2) ЗАДАЧА | task, goal
sad + do + chart
3) ХОРОШО | good, ok
Ho! + rosho (right + rush)
4) ЗНАНИЕ | knowledge
know near, snake need
5) УМ | mind
mind is oomph
6) ДУРАК | fool
doodle + ruck
7) ЧИСЛО | number
number is a chess law
8) ЧИТАТЬ | to read
teach + chit
9) СПОР | debate
spar, mental sport
10) СТАТЬЯ | article
stats + ya, assets
11) ТРУД | work
true do + hard, trudge
12) ГЛАЗА | eyes
gaze + look + eyes
13) ПИСАТЬ | to write
to pencil at
14) ЛЕЧИТЬ | to cure
leech it with cheat
15) ПОКОЙ | rest
slowpoke + coy = rest
16) РЕШЕНИЕ | resolution
rethink + shine
17) МОЗГ | brain
more + zig-zag, Moses
JARGO
18) МУДРОСТЬ | wisdom
mod (wisdom) + rised
19) БЕСЕДА | talk, chat
be seeder - chat with
20) МЫСЛИ | thoughts
myst, myth + muesli
21) ДЕЛО | business
do + deal, deed
22) ТОЧНО | exactly
torch + know
23) ДОВОД | evidence
do + evidence
24) ЗАГАДКА | mystery
sage + addict
25) СЛОВО | word
logos + word
26) ПУТАНИЦА | mess
putative + nits
27) ГЛУПОСТЬ | stupidity
glue post + glop
28) ОБМАН | deception
bilk | bob mania
29) УРОК | lesson
tutor + rock
30) ЦЕЛЬ | goal
Let's!, like ziel (De)
31) ПЛОХО | badly
poor + low, Ho!
32) ДАННЫЕ | data
data + done
33) УЧЁНЫЙ | scientist
ouch!-owner
34) БОЛВАН | blockhead
dolt one, bally one
35) ОДИН | one
like Odin god (#1)
36) КНИГА | book
is "a king", book is enigma
37) СОМНЕНИЕ | doubt
somn- + some nay
38) ДОКЛАД | report
doc + clad
39) РАБОТА | work, job
like robot
40) ВИД | view, scape
like video
41) БУКВА | letter
book' vowel
42) БОЛЬНОЙ | ill
blast + annoy
43) СОН | sleep
like somn-
44) ПРИБОР | tool
probe + ware
45) ГОЛОВА | head
goal lover
46) ОПЫТ | attempt
o...pt
47) ВОПРОС | question
why + pry
48) СВЯЗЬ | link
with + with
49) ПРИЧИНА | reason
plea + sheen
50) ЯСНО | clearly
eyes know
51) ЛОЖЬ | lie
rise & go for chat
RUSSCI
49. All content on this page is just an example from book of Stan
Lauk-Dubitsky "NUMBERRY". The book is preparing to be
published. All right reserved.
READ BEFORE USE | LEGEND:
(P) Portrait. Thia is a direct similarity between numbers and letters.
(M) Mirror. The number is similar to an inverted / mirrored letter.
(C) Caricature. Caricature likeness numbers and letters.
(F) Fantasia. The number appears on the letter, as amended
“Face” hints: number looks like an object with the same 1st letter in the
name. You can use "face" hints as images for visualization too, just
make a nice logical composition.
“Name” hints: number has special explanation or background.
“Person” hints: hint for memorizing all letters linked with number
Extra: alternative signs for numbers, use them between words to make
sentences or inside words for abbreviations (U.K.) or special terms.
Split: one number gives you two letters. Use it only after extra signs,
for an example: 404 = M.IX
0 is O,o (P) | C,c (C) | Split: n+u | u+n | c+c = 0
Extra: “θ” sound (think), “@”, “.”
“Face” hints: Oval, Orb, Circle, Center
“Name” hints: Out, Ought, Ony, Cavity
“Person” hints: COin (O), COO
1 is L,l (P) | l,i (C) | T,t (M) | Split: T+L|L+T= 1
Extra: “ʃ” sound (show), “/”, “-“, “(...)”, “!”
“Face” hints: tooth, trunk, line, lance, leg, iron
“Name” hints: leader, icon, idol, tyrant
“Person” hints: TIL (1), TILT
2 is Z,z (P) | U,u | N,n (M+F) | Split: J+I = 2
Extra: "=", "~", "£"
“Face” hints: Zebra, Zorro, Zig-zag, Needle, Union
“Name” hints: Nose (2 nostrils), Zoom x2,
“Person” hints: NUZZle
3 is W,w | M,m (M) | Split: c+u / u+i / u+t = 3
Extra: "{}", “ʒ” sound (vision), “ɜ:ʳ” sound (turn)
“Face” hints: Waffle, Wave, Whale, Wire, Withe,
Whirl, Mac Donalds, Motive, MeW.
“Name” hints: Wednesday (third day), Three Wise
Men, the Magi, with three gifts.
“Person” hints: Woman + Man = 3 (three), MoW
4 is H,h (M) Y,y (C) Kk (F) + (M)| Split: L+i / i+X = 4
Extra: “tʃ” sound (check), “+”, "#".
“Face” hints: Handbrake, Harpoon, High, Hour
Hands, Yoga, Kite, Knife, Knit, Yo sign.
“Name” hints: 4 Horsemen, Yin, Yan (4 elements)
“Person” hints: K + yacHT with sail (4)
NUMBERRY
NUMBER TO LETTER MEMORIZING SYSTEM
5 is S,s (P), R,r (C)| Split: r+u, r+c / c+r = 5 Extra: “$”, "*"
“Face” hints: Sax, Stomach, Surfer, Seal, Sickle, Snake, Scoop,
Scorpion sting, Skate, Skeep, Ski, rhomb, Rose, Reich, Rhino
“Name” hints: Sport (5 Olympic rings), Star
“Person” hints: uSSR (fifth column), FIReS (five + RS)
6 is b (P), a (M) D,d (M) | Split: r+o / o+r = 6
Extra: “ð” sound (this), "€", B, A is 66 (special)
“Face” hints: Boxing, Bomb, Best (sign), Drop, Down,
aries, amerind, amphitheater, antler, ascarid.
“Name” hints: Beehive cell's sides
“Person” hints: bad 666, ABove ACme
7 is V,v (M) F,f (F+M) J,j (F) | Split: l+l, A+t = 7
“Face” hints: Violin, Victory, Jag, Joining, Joist, Joystick,
Jump, Fountain, Foot.
“Name” hints: the 7 Virtues, The 7 Joys of the Virgin Mary
“Person” hints: VJ “F”
8 is g (C) X,x (F) Split: o+o = 8 (as mirror) / c+h = 8
Extra: G is a half of 8, “%”, “&”, “:”
“Face” hints: Glass (hourglass), Gear, Gab (open mouth),
Gapes, Gas, Gather, Gaze, Genes (in chromosome), Globe,
Grain, Xenon, Xerox
"Name” hints: googol (just like eternity, many zeroes), gate
“Person” hints: GeeX (geeks)
9 is Q,q (P+M) P,p | e (M) Split: c+o = 9 Extra: E is 77, “?”, “,”
“Face” hints: Quote, Quasimodo, Quay, Query, Quiet
(gesture), Quill, Qipe, Proboscis, Eddy, Ear, Quack
“Name” hints: pregnancy (nine months)
“Person” hints: EQP (equipment)
SPECIAL TECHNIQUES:
CAPITAL BONUS: 2 numbers = 1 capital letter.
A, B - 66 | C - 00 | D, Q - 10 | T, E - 77 | F - 21 | G, Q - 07
| H - 14 | I - 01 (i) | J - 02 (j) | K - 74 |L - | M, W - 44| N,
Y - 17 | P, R - 12 | S, U - 22 | V, X - 11
1) Hebrews: turn numbers to words
without using of vowels, just like in "Major
system".
2) Abbrevolution: Use only limited
amount of letters for each word you can
make. For an example If you chose 3-
letters limit: 203 - zombie. Plus you can
turn numbers to letter until reaching
special symbol - the first vowel or double
letter.
3) Capit: turn few numbers to capital
letters with the one of these schemes:
Abbb, AbbbA, AAAA. It's perfect for
brands and names of persons or places.
50. STAN LAUK-DUBITSKY
GRAPHIC AND TEXT RIDDLES & PUZZLES
Poetic riddles with all
letters visualisation.
LOGOSTYPE
Hard-core rebuses for
super-heroes.
=SUBER=
Meaningful anagrams
within a poem.
ANIGMA
Meaningful anagrams
within a poem.
ANIGMA
51. (1) EN-SEER of the sea said: (2)"I AM... I CAN...make
(3) RYE SING in the rising of the (4) CAT FEAR*..."
(5) DIM' SOW drank (6) SOUL' SAP and tear
to flee from (7) HARd NADIR... It cried (8) "Oh SUN,
(9) DIE AT RIBS! for the (10) MOoN' REST...".
Night has (11) RAW GRIN of (12) ONE RAT...
Squeeze out stars to an ink, (13) TYPE OR...
(14) SIN ON a PIG! Find your (15) JOY RUNE, rush the
ladder to the temple of pest, (16) STEP To ME!
(17) DARE to DONE GAMe! but this (18) TRIP IS just...
(19)...IS NICE TRY to die alone in the (20) DEN of cCERE!
Could you be (21) ONE like SPEAR without face?
(22) TRY A SOIL of desolate fields or (23) RISE to OLD
the bloody way of orders from (24) CULT Of the TRAP.
the SEA INN is waiting for you... My shade.
*One extra "T" in answer
ANIGMA
ANSWERS:
1-serene 2-maniac 3-syringe 4-artefact
5-wisdom 6-parlous 7-harridan 8-onus
9-diatribes 10-monster 11-warring 12-ornate
13-poetry 14-poisoning 15-journey 16-tempest
17-armageddon 18-spirit 19-sincerity 20-credence
21-persona 22-solitary 23-soldier 24-plutocrat 25-insane
STAN LAUK-DUBITSKY
+
SHADE
IT'S ANAGRAM.
USE ONLY CAPITAL
LETTERS TO BUILD
AN ANSWER.
MEANINGFUL
A N A G R A M S
WITHIN A POEM
52. HINTEYE SYSTEM: bared hints with
multiple levels of difficulty. But if
you are smart enough try to find
answers without hints. Note: not
all parts of rebus' image are linked
with an answer.
2.11
People
3.1
4
Historical persons linked with first six rebuses.
Hard-core rebuses
for super-heroes.
SUBER
ANSWERS 1) Dictatorship 2) Dependent + Totalitarian
3) Despotism + Tyranny 4) Absolute | Persons: 5) Bedel
Bokassa 6) Herod 7) Borgia 8) Pinochet 9) Mussolini 10)
Pol Pot 11) Caligula 12) Oliver Cromwell 13) Impaler
5 6 7
8 9 10
11 12 13
ANAGRAM HINTS: 1) cad shot it - RIP 2) 2.2 - net den dep... 2.1 - tanato-i-trail 3) 3.1 -
mists' e-pod, 3.2 - nary nyet 4) soul bate 5) el bad bake - SOS 6) h... doer 7) big ora...
8) nite chop 9) ...ism in soul 10) to plop 11) gluc-alia 12) evil crow or mell 13) pale rim
ALLEGORY HINTS FOR PARTS OF THE WORDS: 1) ...sounds like sea term, name of
the book and mark 2) ...deep end + friend of a baby 3) ...death hot + king Lear 4)
fitness & music terms 5) african eater 6) bad baby boom 7) orgy papa 8) latin boss 9)
pizza killer 10) orient red dirt 11) royal horse whore 12) skirt slayer 13) ...hell alcohol
RHYME HINTS: 1) sick tutor's hip... 2) 2.2 - keep end' rent... 2.1 - rot ally carry an... 3)
3.1 - death' spot teeth... 3.2 - tear rant 4) grab soul loot 5) fed 'll bog riser 6) the rot 7)
lore je... 8) sin of het 9) juice of mini 10) all hot 11) dull league love 12) holy ve... nom
hell 13) dim mailer
2.2
3.1
3.2
53. ANSWERS
7/6: aorta |
10/5: cerebra |
12/5: teeth |
4/6: mouth |
2/5: testes |
17/4: eye |
8/8: stomach. |
8/5: liver |
10/7: kidney |
17/6: ear |
13/6-7: pelvis |
13/3: palm |
6/2: penis |
4-5/5: neck |
9/2: elbow |
16/4: kneecap |
15/6: nail |
8/2: lid |
18/4: toe |
11/3:bone |
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