Let's not get too precious about it: actors are not heart surgeons or brain surgeons. We are just entertaining people.
quote by Malcolm McDowell
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An operating theatre
is the place where no one declaims
'to be or not to be'
there are no actors no text
just instruments
life saving ones
death dwelling ones
and the surgeons caring the masks
I will never understand the term(s)
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Brain Of Yours
Brain surgeons compel our moods from escaping,
In order to painfully understand our moods and amazing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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People in high life are hardened to the wants and distresses of mankind as surgeons are to their bodily pains.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills.
quote by Dolly Parton
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I've been told by doctors and surgeons that I have the energy of ten men who have normal jobs.
quote by Gary Busey
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Controller
Theres someone knockin on my door
Theres someone knockin on my door
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
Pretend there aint nobody home
Dont make a sound, dont even move
Dont give them nothing to see
I think theyre looking for me
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Theres someone crawling in my yard
Theres someone creeping on my roof
Theres someone tapping my phone
I feel it deep in my bones
They want to probe my intuition
They want to find out what I know
Why dont they leave me alone
Why dont they leave me alone
I got to run
I got to run
I got to run
Might be the catcher
Or the controller
Cant be too careful
I take precautions
Theyre very clever
I got to run
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
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(repeat chorus)
Faceless surgeons armed with razors
Cut out our imagination
Its a strange thing
Deadly reason
Razors cut with such precision
Probing deep without detection
Razors never lie
But its all right
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for me
I think theyre looking for meeeeeeeeeee
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Surgeons must be very careful
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Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit—Life!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Pity, We Were A Good Invention
They amputated
Your thighs from my waist.
For me they are always
Surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
One from another. For me they are engineers.
Pity, We were a good and loving
Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,
Wings and all:
We soared a bit from the earth,
We flew a bit.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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The Disturbance
When I was a little boy
My mama dropped me on my head
I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor
Made note of all I did
Chorus
Ever since then theres been a slight disturbance in my mind
A kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
At the age of seven I just couldnt read my abc
But I gave my teacher tips on how the caveman used to be
Chorus
Reach the age of 21 aint got no...to fit my clothes
Day and night Im looning around
Dont know what Im looking for
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
I was 97 and Im sure my brain it had enough
Racing round in jet planes cause
My sports car aint quite fast enough
Chorus
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Disturbance
When I was a little boy
My mama dropped me on my head
I felt kinda dizzy but the doctor
Made note of all I did
Chorus
Ever since then theres been a slight disturbance in my mind
A kind of disarrangement that the surgeons cannot find
At the age of seven I just couldnt read my abc
But I gave my teacher tips on how the caveman used to be
Chorus
Reach the age of 21 aint got no...to fit my clothes
Day and night Im looning around
Dont know what Im looking for
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
I was 97 and Im sure my brain it had enough
Racing round in jet planes cause
My sports car aint quite fast enough
Chorus
Will they carry me away?
Oh will they carry me away?
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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It goes without saying that the desire to accomplish the task with more confidence, to avoid wasting time and labour, and to spare our experimental animals as much as possible, made us strictly observe all the precautions taken by surgeons in respect to their patients.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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Today we have big, crude instruments guided by intelligent surgeons, and we have little, stupid molecules of drugs that get dumped into the body, diffuse around and interfere with things as best they can. At present, medicine is unable to heal anything.
quote by K. Eric Drexler
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As surgeons keep their instruments and knives always at hand for cases requiring immediate treatment, so shouldst thou have thy thoughts ready to understand things divine and human, remembering in thy every act, even the smallest, how close is the bond that unites the two.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention
They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
Each from the other.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Heart Attack
The heart of our nation's had an attack.
Its beat has slowed right down.
No cardiac surgeon could ever fix
the problem that's brought it around
It' s been brewing for years like arrhythmia
with its on and off woes
that come and go with our nation throbbing
forgetting the promise of those
who told us we were the shining stars,
the land of the free and the brave.
While all along the heart of its people
becomes harder and harder to save.
The woes of this nation start from the top
where the money like blood circulates.
While the heart of our nation slowly bleeds
as the oil of the rich coagulates.
The middle class works the jobs that are left
and the poor are left in the cold.
The peacemakers of song and words they tell
are forgotten and lies are sold.
We are the surgeons who must fix the problem
or the heart of our nation will die,
never again to beat or breathe free.
Together we all must try.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Clueless is the transgender.
Is the person in dispute
He, she, neither or both?
Genetics, Endocrinologists,
Psychiatrist, Gynecologists,
Radiologists, and Surgeons
Take a look, examine and fail
To concede it male or female.
A female is with female organs
Fully functional, with female
Hormones and 46 xx chromosomes.
Any deficit or any mix
Will upset the gender specific
And one will go clueless.
31.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nekpokhaeia
a flower car
and what do you prefer
white or red roses? and
the limousine,
black or white?
We may dispense with the surgeons
And the plumbers,
And the upholsterers,
Or the carpenters,
But we need the tailor
If you decide to have
New clothes
To fit his social status
We will provide the drapers,
And the hearse for the transportation,
Of course,
We are discussing your funeral
We go back again
To embalming choices,
10 days or 20 days?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Erico
Oh darling Eric, why did you
For my fond affection sue,
And then with surgeons artful aid
Transform yourself into a maid?
So now in petticoats you go
And people call you Erico.
Sometimes I wonder if they can
Change me in turn into a man;
Then after all we might get wed
And frolic on a feather bed:
Although I do not see how we
Could ever have a family.
Oh dear! Oh dear! It's so complex.
Why must they meddle with our sex.
My Eric was a handsome 'he,'
But now he--oh excuse me--she
Informs me that I must forget
I was his blond Elizabet.
Alas! These scientists of Sweden
I curse, who've robbed me of my Eden;
Who with their weird hormones inhuman
Can make a man into a woman.
Alas, poor Eric! . . . Erico
I wish you were in Jerico.
poem by Robert William Service
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Inside out
Each plays their part,
the unknowing heroes,
the vital cogs,
grinding, dogmatically along.
From unwilling filing clerks
to driven consultants,
from smiling receptionists
to fun loving nurses,
down in the mouth dentists
to worn out dental nurses,
from expert anesthetists
to concerned doctors.
They make a difference
every day, wittingly, unwittingly,
caring or uncaring,
it makes no odds
From ambulance staff to orderlies,
therapists to surgeons,
to care and look after you
and yours and then some.
There's no 15 minutes of fame
in the operating theatres,
no glorious applause
or curtain calls.
Encores only mean failure there,
you have to get it right first time
or lives are lost
hearts are broken.
Outside its doors
they are taken for granted
people trust, people rely on the NHS
inside and out of its wards.
poem by Ruth Walters
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