Took a visit with Michael Sorkin to Lebbeus Woods today, who
is out of bed and only partially drugged after a quadruple bypass
heart surgery early Thursday. A great scar running down his
chest, electronic devices scribbling his vital signs.
Leb looked as if he had become one of his terrifying figures
hanging on a wall, betubed and bewired by distant authorities
uncaring of his status except to know he was under absolute
control.
We asked Leb to draw on his monitor by squeezing various
tubes and sensors, and he did -- a flat line of unbearable
duration.
He has had an enviousness number of pure morphine doses
which produced sublime visions. And has experienced death,
for at least four minutes, described his dying in minute detail
as his heart seized and his brain commenced to cease operation,
telling the doctor in attendance that he was going, could sense
he was dying.
He did not, thanks to having the attack occur right in the hospital
to which he and his cardiologist had gone to arrange a heart
operation. The surgical team was just steps away when the
lightning struck -- otherwise Leb would be wormish.
Lebbeus looked pink and fit, pointed to the leg where an artery
was yanked to repair his heart feeder.
While there his cardiologist came by to say Leb is fit for another
fifty years. Eyed Sorkin and me as if in pity.
is out of bed and only partially drugged after a quadruple bypass
heart surgery early Thursday. A great scar running down his
chest, electronic devices scribbling his vital signs.
Leb looked as if he had become one of his terrifying figures
hanging on a wall, betubed and bewired by distant authorities
uncaring of his status except to know he was under absolute
control.
We asked Leb to draw on his monitor by squeezing various
tubes and sensors, and he did -- a flat line of unbearable
duration.
He has had an enviousness number of pure morphine doses
which produced sublime visions. And has experienced death,
for at least four minutes, described his dying in minute detail
as his heart seized and his brain commenced to cease operation,
telling the doctor in attendance that he was going, could sense
he was dying.
He did not, thanks to having the attack occur right in the hospital
to which he and his cardiologist had gone to arrange a heart
operation. The surgical team was just steps away when the
lightning struck -- otherwise Leb would be wormish.
Lebbeus looked pink and fit, pointed to the leg where an artery
was yanked to repair his heart feeder.
While there his cardiologist came by to say Leb is fit for another
fifty years. Eyed Sorkin and me as if in pity.