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Proper deformity shows not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.
There lives no man who at some period has not been tormented, for example, by an earnest desire to tantalize a listener by circumlocution.
Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.
Every eye sees its own special vision; every ear hears a most different song. In each man's troubled heart, an incision would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.
Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, whores don't want
ears
they want
money.
I guess that's why you were
such a great
painter: you
didn't understand
much
else.
I have been cut in two.Cut-- Anne Sexton
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
Everybody's damaged by something.
Their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers and their hopes. Their
His modesty amounts to deformity.
I sutured split infinitives and hoisted dangling modifiers and wore out the seam of my best flannel skirt.
watermelon cut in half and it was
A crude puppet impaled by her puppet master.
While [female genital mutilation] may have not originated with Islam, it has become an integral part of the religious practice in many regions tied to notions of male dominance and control of female sexuality.
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
Sometimes Wile wondered whether a cause could be right that needed folk burned, cut and otherwise mutilated.
Chopped down the tree of peace, but it will grow again.
Life does not need to mutilate itself in order to be pure.
A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.
scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for.
Go get your gun because God won't show.
He sent a poet instead.
The Don Quixote of the ICU. Quite impressive for a cripple. Munchhausen by proxy of a muse.
Tempt not a desperate man. This split lip is for you. I traded it for an outdated tooth.
Her grief has not so much changed her as stripped her down, stripped her body and her face.
Among people who might be described as having at least a passing regard for the English language, there are few instances of usage that evoke a desire to mutilate more than the perceived misuse of literally.
Sometimes he found it frustrating to be a sadist in an age when self-mutilation was all the rage
Some people - like a festering finger or a leg shattered beyond repair - just needed to be removed.
the ruin insufficiently ruined,
Money lost
little lost. Honour lost
much lost. Pluck lost
all lost.
The death of a beloved is an amputation.
Ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of
My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!
she'd been given to wear were worn and scuffed. Her dress was too big, her hair unevenly chopped and she still had bruises on the side of her face. Now, he expected her to
I don't look at the wound. I don't need to. I watched the Commandant as she carved it into me, a thick-lined, precise K stretching from my collarbone to the skin over my heart. She branded me. Marked me as her property. It's a scar I'll carry to the grave.
Cut the attacker down, to cut them down to their very soul
Her pubic hair grew like a patch of grass that had been trampled by a passing army.
William Regal, what does besmirched mean?
What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions.
What the hell have you done to her?
Underneath the scars, the muscles, and the tattoos was a hurt and lost man.
A finger had to be cut, to save the hand.
She was starved hurting limbs.
AMUN BLINKED OPEN HIS EYES. Or tried to. The action proved difficult, since his lashes felt as if they'd been glued together. And maybe they had been. If one of his friends had punked him, he was going to retaliate. With scissors.
But there was a streak in me, a perverse one, which prevented me from giving the essential self. This "perversity" always voiced itself thus: "Reveal your true self and they will mutilate you.
[Sarah has had the middle finger of her left hand amputated] and she says that when she types:
I can't rely on E,D, and C anymore. They go missing when I need them most. Pleased becomes please. Ecstasies becomes stasis.
Someone's magic was cleaving.
We didn't have sense enough to take care of it. Now it's torn. And the artist is dead.
Not a scar just psychological,
But as material as roaches,
Street corners and billy clubs.
A wound reopened systematically,
Inflicted with economic anarchy
And "No Help Wanted" signs.
As the saw teeth caught on the bone, she had performed a second surgery, one less bloody but no less brutal, excising from his heart the impulse to run, to cower, to let the man bleed to death rather than face the horror of saving him. The amputation had left both patients lighter. p 121-122
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
Cripples are not the stuff of romance. Only Lord Byron, dragging his club foot, springs to mind as an exception to the rule, but such a failing in a man is regarded as interesting, even provocative, rather than disfiguring. Women must submit to a more exacting measure.
They're damaged, after all.
If the sword of oppression be permitted to lop off one limb without opposition, reiterated strokes will soon dismember the whole body.
What a deformed thief this fashion is.
I'd recently had a gun to my head and wasn't in the mood for any more shenanigans from the penis-endowed gender. I reached into a side pocket of my bag as nonchalantly as I could and wrapped my fingers around Margaret, my Glock.
She was artificially narrowing herself, amputating every humane and tender piece that didn't fit into a rigid frame.
leg in an amputee. Over the centuries, medical treatment had become quite adept at fixing parts of the body that were broken: a shattered bone, or even a shattered mind;
Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.
M possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are banded with yellow-green bruises, and when I turn her I spot the finger marks left on her thigh.
Did he do this to you?
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.
Miserably disturbed!' that is not strong enough. He was haunted by the remembrance of the handsome young man, with whom she stood in an attitude of such familiar confidence; and the remembrance shot through him like an agony, till it made him clench his hands tight in order to subdue the pain.
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
This was my love, her love
torn, damaged, broken, ripped apart and put back together. This was our tattered love.
That's new." His gaze was hot and fierce.
"My cock? I'm fairly certain it's always been there."
His grin flashed briefly. "No Lio, you've been cut. Circumcised."
"Oh." I stared at the smooth column of my shaft. "That must have hurt.
Someone hurt my monster.
The scissors cut the long-grown hair; The razor scrapes the remnant fuzz. Small-jawed, weak-chinned, big-eyed, I stare At the forgotten boy I was.
Are you badly hurt?"
"Hideously," said the king, without sounding injured at all. "I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you.
Person slaughtered: Me. Method used: Dimple. The guy has a dimple.
The small men and women with the upslanted eyes looked at his caked forehead and bloody jacket sleeve with unsettling Oriental blandness.
The scar, and her indifference to it, did something extraordinary for her, just as damage to some art object threw into relief how beautiful it had once been, tarnishing and tempering her face with the reminder of what humanity did to lovely things and how they bore it.
All of their faces are cluttered with the shrapnel of rebellion, as if a grenade of alienation has exploded in their midst, piercing every possible soft point of flesh-from earlobes and nostrils to eyebrows, lips, and tongues-with metal studs and rings.
Who am I to tamper with a masterpiece?
a trauma that breaks you into brand new pieces.
He lived a wounded life
In the ancient Near East, circumcision was practiced by most of the nations. Here God radically changes, for his own people, the meaning of this common cultural practice.
I'm not damaged, I don't need fixing. I'm just different. Embrace different
The damaged loves the damaged.
Death by muffin.
Wound me ... I can only feed on my humiliated blood.
Some people stay broken, others put themselves back together with all the sharp bits showing? He'd
Defaced ruins of architecture and statuary, like the wrinkles of decrepitude of a once beautiful woman, only make one regret that one did not see them when they were enchanting.
Tatted like a Mexican, fresher than a freshman.
She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin
This will be a new amputation. You've been a part of my flesh, underneath all my skin. Your removal will bleed and leave me lame for a time.
One can grow accustomed to carrying unseeable scars, as if the tattoo one wears is inked in flesh tone over flesh tone; but nevertheless one is still covered in secret, painted with secret, stained by it.
Removed an inch long section. She almost called Dr. Sears, but
crippled. He'd been better as soon as his hooves were trimmed.
When something or someone you dearly love is snatched away from you, something of you go with it. You become emotionally amputated
Undone by your own protective measures.
But this girl had already suffered violence at the hands of a man; whatever she may have been in life, our cutting and probing in the name of scientific enquiry seemed like a further violation.
Tessie and I lay in our chairs, listening to wax being violently removed. 'Oh my!' cried the large lady. 'Is nothing,' belittled Helga. 'I do it perfect.' 'Oweee!' yelped a bikini-liner. And Helga, taking an oddly femenist stance: 'See what you do for the mens? You suffer. Is not worth it.
Impressive, isn't it?" Divan says with pride. "I purchased it from a Brazilian artist, who has apparently made a career working in flesh. He claims his artwork is to protest unwinding, but I ask you, how much of a protest can it be if he uses the unwound for his art?
Circumcision , that's all I've ever talked about.
She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free ...
Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.
He suspended thinking; his mind was a bloody vacancy, like a room in which there has been a butchering.
My sleeve is torn and my breeches are unaccountably damp, but nothing was harmed save my dignity.
A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,
His body had almost no hair and his naked little circumcised johnson was nearly as pale as the rest of him, white as a boy's - perhaps over time one's genitals emerge from the pots and bubbling vats of love permanently stained, like the hands of a wool dyer.
His face was like a whipped back, criss-crossed with ragged scars. His
This woman has had the hell beaten out of her.
Historians of the future will find it incredible that we mutilated babies by cutting off the end of their penises in the name of medicine. There are now serious concerns this routine procedure may actually deprive adult men of a vital part of their sexual sensitivity.