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forkergirl

Thank you physician; your experience is welcome here. In fact, most of us rely on experience to determine what we know and how we know it. Please leave more comments anytime you'd like to --all experience is welcome.

Anthonia

I am a physician and medical writer with 15 years of experience. I was in clinical practice as a neurologist for 10 years before becoming a medical

Ross Finesmith MD

Rattling telling and the way you presented your collection attracts visitors to scan more exemplifying blogs from your website.

forkergirl

I am writing more at a time when writing more did not seem likely. Thank you very much for this encouragement! It means so much to me!

forkergirl

Yes; the absolute trust! That's it exactly!

forkergirl

I am writing more --as much as I can for as long as I can. Thanks for your interest (--I hope that I get keep [some] of your interest for as long as I can. Thanks again.

forkergirl

I'm glad that you're still here!

Thylias Moss

Happy new year to all! I'm glad to still be here!

Realestate

Happy New Year! The author write more I liked it.

school_dubl

Happy New Year! The author write more I liked it.

Jordans Sneakers

I really like your blog's style, and hungry to withstand friends is that: the strict test! So we can carry the absolute trust.

Leah MW

I am imagining what comes before and after Heat Dozens.

Before:
Damage is a kind of degeneration
A communication breakdown
In the form of demyelinization
So that you can see,
There are elements of damage here:
Elements plural -- lesion sites plural.
Cracks along the axonal road
Make traversing uneasy.
It is a long road and the message gets contorted, confused,
Lost along the way.

And After:
The oven door opens and you say
Yes, the meaning of heat is the sensation of thought
Where electric impulses make action potentials
Make movements,
Make ideas --
Make you think about how things and thoughts and actions
Are manifested in different forms, structures,
In the positive and negative.
This is how something going into the oven comes out as something else.

stephgirl64

I love your poems. They are breathtaking and open to interpretation. For my writing class, I was to create a poem of my own in reaction to the beginning and ending of two of your video poems. Here it is:

Intenseness: Why I’m never Here
By
Stephanie Kyle Migdail

Detached; apart falling from the
sky, high above, discomfort in my veins.
Colors, pictures, blend inside the petri
dish. The light of the muscle blended body
in undead form. Eyes, mouth, heart, skull,
locusts in the brain, unreal negatives panting,
sweating. This is the body’s time, this is the
only appliance with which I batter my right
eye. Only the stove, the fiery fridge,
hurting more than my arm could pull
the trigger. Only more than the unconscious
floorboard below could hold my aching body
up before
it falls.
This is deterioration, this is the heart beginning
to fry. Curling in a balanced wave of the
unreal. Skin, smooth, untouched, mine, never
real. Surviving the failing network of hand up
shoulder down, leg spurt, head twitch. Like a raining
temperature, like the open casket of the four-limbed
goddess never dead, never living, never breathing, never
open to understanding. Waiting for understanding. Damn
you.
Stretch the puncture though my mind
through the neurons firing, ever firing. Synapse, synapse in
my mouth, makes the words I didn’t mean to say echo
through my tongue, through my pelvis reverberate beneath
the sticky cells of my blood. Until I am no longer
human, but machine. Wave of puddle, pools of
words, screaming, aching from a silent throat.
A person hidden in a body never gets to
show the world. This is the price of belonging.
This is the galaxy
of the beginning
of the end
of me.

Melissa Axell

I must have forgot! The galactic octopus I really found interesting how you took it and compared it to your neurological damage..burlap sack? did it really feel like that? The way you a analyze what is happening in your brain is fascinating.

Melissa Axell

I have already posted a comment pertaining to your page, but I think my internet lost service right as I posted and I lost the comment entirely. This is rather upsetting because I really hope I remember touching upon what I said to you. Okay, I'll do my best to recapture what I said. So.. I have been spending a lot of time sifting in and out of your pages of forgergirl tines. I have visited the bifurcation station, forkergirl 101, neurological winter blog, and D.A.D.A. (which was very interesting!!where do you get these ideas??) I have found myself getting lost in all of your webpages trying to take as much in as I can. I haven't been able to check everything out because there is sooo much!!! you weren't kidding about how long this must have taken you. How long did this actually take you? I have been trying to spread the love and share your typepad webpage with my close friends that I know will appreciate experiencing something totally new to them like poams, limited fork poetics, and just your style and outlook of everything. The idea of mapping, and looking at the world as a set of interactions that unfold into infinity. I want to share what I have learned with them, and believe me they have no idea even where to start!! haha. I am curious as to why you chose to document your neurological winter you are experiencing? I love how you chose to turn it into an art that you have shown ownership over. How up to date are these blogs with your life at the moment? What do you think the neurological winter has done to you in terms of limited fork, art, life, etc.? I have so many questions, and not enough time to get them answered. Thank you for all you do, and I love looking at your "Forkergirl favorite videos" the face one is really interesting!!

Melissa

Wow... i don't even know where to begin. This blog and web page is quite a map of everything, a good map into your mind and thoughts of where you have travelled to. I have spent many days going through the many sites of the Forkergirl Tines. I have visited the bifucation station, D.A.D.A.(which is very crazy to me, but quite interesting!), and forkergirl 101. Lets just say I have been clicking on as many different things I can find and follow, and believe me there is more than enough to do here. I haven't seen even nearly all of it yet, and here I am wondering how in the world did you do all this, and how long did it take you? ALready I have sent your webpage(the typepad one), to a few of my friends so they could check it out and I can spread the love of limited fork poetics and what I have gained from your class and how you see the world. They have no idea where to start! I laughed because thats what I thought before I began this class, and I told them, just start clicking on anything whatever interests you, and you will surely go on a journey through dimensions you have never imagined. Once again, I am seeing more and more how you feel and think about this neurological winter you are experiencing. I think it is great how you take something that has happened to your brain and dissected it so deeply and devoted so much time to try to understand and research what is taking place in your brain. You have made it art, and I loved the Galactic octopus poam you posted near the end, are you scared to feel this burlap sack? What did you do when you felt like this, did you instantly feel the need to make it into poetry? I am intrigued, and like a chip bag, I have had one, and I can't stop eating them...like an addiction, I Want more!!

Forker Girl

Thank you very much for the comment.

No physical pan --the oven itself was a kind of pan; for the bread, there was expansion to fill that space. The bread and the pan were one, I'd have ti say, now that you've gotten me to think about that. Thanks for the nudge --I plan to think about the pan even more.

There were also multiple ovens that these loaves simultaneously inflated toward filling. By becoming bread, by unbaked bread entering an oven, a normal bread cycle was enacted. The rising of the bread, expansion --that is expected for bread.

There's also consideration of what was happening inside the loaves --the thighs-- to allow for the expansion, to explain it; the thighs were forms of pans for something, functioned as forms of ovens for something. And the mind had to expand in order to accommodate these extensions; the loaf of mind in the brain expanded.

Subsequent chapters will explore more of the event. Many levels of containment.

Again, thank you very much for the comment. I'm glad that you liked "Heat Dozens." It is a more realized structure that what you've already seen. The piece starts with "The Architecture of Simmer" and continues. More of where it goes will be shared.

Michael

Heat Dozens is amazing. While in the oven you mention, as bread, were you in a pan of some sort? If you were, was that another level of containment you were aware of at the time?

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