{"id":37255,"date":"2022-03-04T07:19:21","date_gmt":"2022-03-04T15:19:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=37255"},"modified":"2022-03-04T07:19:24","modified_gmt":"2022-03-04T15:19:24","slug":"what-was","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.heuermontage.com\/?p=37255","title":{"rendered":"What was."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Today I am posting someone else’s photography for obvious reasons. Ukrainian photographer Yevgeniy Kotenko<\/a> has captured quotidian life in a beautiful series called On the Bench<\/a> <\/em>since 2007. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He photographed the view from his parents’ kitchen window in Kiev throughout the seasons. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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At this very moment the images strike me as tragically poignant, wondering what all these individual people are going through, likely for years to come, if they survive. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And survival is doubly imperiled for people with life-threatening illnesses, in hospitals that are either not functioning due to dire lack of medication and supplies or being attacked themselves. The World Health Organization<\/a> reports that shortages of cancer medications, insulin and oxygen supplies are reaching hazardous levels. Hospitals have been hit with cluster munition, according to the Human Rights Watch<\/a>, and sick children are moved to make-shift bomb shelters in hospital basements. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ukraine had put particular efforts into the care of sick children, beyond medical treatments. Here is a link<\/a> to a project that provides children’s wards in hospital with constructed environments that support healing through play and discovery. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“The design studio Decor Kuznetsov<\/a> and the Vlada Brusilovskaya Foundation<\/a> have teamed up for CUBA BUBA<\/a>, a project that transforms hospital rooms throughout Ukraine into sensory wonderlands for young patients. Complete with comfy seating, reading nooks, and even open-air chimes, each module is compact and intended for children to rest and relax as they undergo various treatments.The group recently installed its sixth iteration, \u201cCUBA BUBA SUNNY,\u201d which features a shelved room full of greenery and sculptures. Suspended below the light is an ornately carved ceiling that shines a unique pattern onto the eclectic collection. To inspire play, an earlier design\u2019s facade is comprised entirely of holes, allowing kids to wind rope throughout the structure into a vibrant web<\/em>.” (Ref<\/a>.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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What was. And what is today:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Here are options to help by Razom for Ukraine<\/a> and a list offered by VOX<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Today’s poem is befitting the times and the unimaginable braveness of the people invaded or protesting the invasion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars)<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

BY MURIEL RUKEYSER<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lived in the first century of world wars.
Most mornings I would be more or less insane,
The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories,
The news would pour out of various devices
Interrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen.
I would call my friends on other devices;
They would be more or less mad for similar reasons.
Slowly I would get to pen and paper,
Make my poems for others unseen and unborn.
In the day I would be reminded of those men and women,
Brave, setting up signals across vast distances,
Considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values.
As the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,
We would try to imagine them, try to find each other,
To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile
Waking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,
Ourselves with ourselves. We would try by any means
To reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond ourselves,
To let go the means, to wake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lived in the first century of these wars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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