There is a common saying among pathologists that “a heart on the steel bed tells you how you
lived and sometimes how you died”. The quote from Dr. Mallard (aka Ducky)
in the TV series NCIS took it a step further merging medicine with poetry.
There is no other human organ more intimately
associated with feelings and love than the heart. My all time favorite remains
the myth of vena amoris about which I have written here https://vahezen.blogspot.com/2022/04/vena-amoris-does-it-matter-if-it-does.html
. We all adhere to that myth, often unknowingly, when we adorn our ring finger
with a band, because our heart had skipped a beat.
A healthy heart in medicine is one that beats in
perfect cadence. A loving heart is the one that misses a beat. The heart of a lover is the one that races,
stops to recover, and races again.
When reading poetry in the English language, I often
return to the simple lines William Wordsworth wrote about the heart and the way
of life celebrating the heart in “My Heart Leaps Up”.
My
heart leaps up when I behold
A
rainbow in the sky:
So
was it when my life began;
So
is it now I am a man;
So
be it when I shall grow old,
Or
let me die!
The
Child is father of the Man;
And
I could wish my days to be
Bound
each to each by natural piety.
Medicine, poetry and the heart. What we see and what
we hear tell us little of who we are.
September 17, 2023
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023
PS/ on my painting and sculpture blog (https://vaheark.blogspot.com/2017/10/vahes-ark-vessel-of-eclectic-modes-of.html),
I have often explored human expressions where the heart was dictating what we
observe. Inspired by the myths and artistic expressions from the Southwest, often
unconsciously, my paintings end up touching feelings poets attribute to that
organ when missing a beat, while pathologists only examine when that missed
beat never recovers.
Here is an example, as I put shapes and colours in harmony
to learn about our hearts https://vaheark.blogspot.com/2022/01/clodomira-spirit-of-prickly-pear-cactus.html
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