#tuberculosis
e3 | Pachinko
e3 | Pachinko
Somehow now I’ve cheapened delirium.
These days I float with a fever above
my bed, staring down at my husk in glum
humor. Dear foul body, I want to love
you, but damn! Even cirrhosis never
caused me this much grief and it was killing
me. Float and fret. Float and sweat in a blur
of noise that I can’t construe while passing
skyward. Once I thought consumption cool:
burbling blood just like Paganini.
Black-flecked spittle was so gothic. But now?
Niccolò, when I said, “Give me an old-school
death,” it wasn’t this; rather skag, filthy
deeds and all that deliria might allow.
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Notes:
Niccolò Paganini (1782-1840) was a violin virtuoso so astonishingly talented it was rumored that he had sold his soul to the Devil for his crazy skills. Like Dunbar, Chopin, Kafka, Keats and Robert Louis Stevenson, Paganini also died from TB (tuberculosis). Skag is an old nickname for heroin. On a personal note, I mention cirrhosis (a disease of the liver from chronic alcoholism) because I am a life-long alcoholic who would be dead right now if it weren’t for AA (this February 18 will mark four whole years of sobriety for me). While my doctor insists it was not Covid and just borin’ ol’ pneumonia, last year I was bed-ridden for months due to a painful, horrible cough that wouldn’t go away. With the coming of winter I can feel, once again, something in my lungs.
One of the best thing that ever exist is friendship. I don’t know how this world will operate without kindness and love from someone you’re not intimately attracted with but unconditionally in love. Things might have been different but it’s not that you can predicts things. Destiny is still the ruler. I love how it always portray that scientists do not believe in God because that’s the beauty of diversity in cultures and belief, the beauty of respect and acceptance and the beauty of living in this world. Ramanujan must have been given a talent and intelligence that anyone could think impossible but because he believed on what he’s believing, he pursued his own dreams and did whatever it takes to share his part. Mr. Hardy and Littlewood are our great friends who just made me cry, made number 1729 meaningful than I could ever imagined. The wife and the mother who patiently waited for him. This film, though didn’t cater how every equations went. I just want to say that it is for the good of all, jk. Because even if they’ll tell it to us we won’t understand haha. Math complicate matters but it’s helpful to those who want to learn.
The Man Who Knew Infinity (2013)
Bodies found in a 200 year-old Hungarian crypt have revealed the secrets of how tuberculosis (TB) took hold in 18th century Europe, according to a research team led by the University of Warwick.
A new study published in Nature Communications details how samples taken from naturally mummified bodies found in an 18th century crypt in the Dominican church of Vác in Hungary have yielded 14 tuberculosis genomes, suggesting that mixed infections were common when TB was at peak prevalence in Europe.
The research team included collaborators from the Universities of Warwick and Birmingham, University College London, the Hebrew University in Jerusalem and the Hungarian Natural History Museum in Budapest. Read more.
Abandoned TB Sanatorium, Buch bei Berlin