Marilyn in Chicago

Fleeting life limelight

light shadow late afternoon light

crowds

billowing champagne dress

caught in time

At a distance along Michigan Avenue she stands at the height of trees, ballooning dress held down into a Chicago air blast gusts her serenity smile beams sensuality into windowed reflections surrounding her. Fragile shoulders. High heeled, delicate ankle straps-red colored toe nails, ankle veins.

long tailored legs astride standing above a bicycle

asymmetric skirt a parachute erupting

cloth pushed down hands hidden

crisscrossed waisted belt

wind swept platinum hair

upturned jaw

closed eyes

high blushed cheeks

vivid lips

Curve of a crescent moon her back

line of legs

breathing

breath of breasts cradled in a loop around her neck

Delicate skin tone

Marilyn

(Life is not all science so from time to time in a mood of sheer exuberance words take over me. If you have ever read Michael Ondaaje, Sri Lanka  born author, Canadian, the poetry of The English Patient with his latest autobiographical The Cat’s Table, it is the power of words that takes over. So in celebration of our own little group receiving a Research Highlight citation in one of the world’s premiere science journals, Nature, a few weeks ago, here is another side of our science. The blog cerebrovortex is all original ideas expressing itself like open source code for the benefit to all, our intentions are noble: to bring new understanding, new insights, to reveal new hope toward better treatment against some terrible brain afflictions. We have engaged with ourselves to ‘make a difference.’)

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Montreal Grandmother, Agnes Kent was saved by Raul Wallenberg from certain death, when he provided papers for her and her Mom to escape away from the Nazis. Today when asked what that escape meant, she replied,"Remind people, that while statesmen and whole countries remained silent and did nothing, a single individual chose to act, with ramifications that proved enormous. Similar choices confront us today. Write that simple truth she said, it can never be repeated often enough because the world keeps forgetting it."
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