SCIENCE: Nutrition In Plants
Topics related to danunah.info works of art and poems written by me on scientific topics! Accordingly all green plants are the examples of this category. The process by It thus,has a symbiotic relationship (scroll down) with leguminous plants). Such a mode of nutrition is known as parasitic nutrition. In evolutionary biology, parasitism is a relationship between species, where one organism, the Classic examples include interactions between vertebrate hosts and These were exploited to satirical effect in Jonathan Swift's poem "On Unlike commensalism and mutualism, the parasitic relationship harms the host . One example from the plant world that springs to mind is lich of two separate organisms becoming one after a long symbiotic relationship, like (theoretically) . What are the example of saprophytes in animals and plants?.
They are usually found in food and water that is contaminated by animal waste. Amoebic dysentery and giardia are examples of protozoa infections that invade the digestive system. In the case of giardia, the symptoms can include diarrhea, stomach cramps, weight loss, and dehydration.
Some people have fewer symptoms, but severe infections cause dramatic symptoms. Close-up view of the giardia parasite Other protozoa are spread by a vector, an organism that transmits diseases, like a mosquito, and infect the blood or tissue.
Malaria and African sleeping sickness are two protozoa parasites that might be familiar to you. When an infected mosquito taps into your bloodstream to gather blood, they leave the parasites behind. One particularly interesting protozoa parasite is Toxoplasma gondii.
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It often infects cats, rodents, and people. Humans get it from eating infected sheep, pigs, cows, and from exposure to infected cat feces. What makes this parasite surprising is that it affects behavior. Infected rodents lose their fear of cat urine, which raises their chances of getting eaten by cats.
That passes the parasite to cats. In most people with Toxoplasma gondii, there are few symptoms of an infection, or perhaps they will have a short stint with flu-like symptoms. But in some people, it is thought to cause schizophrenia, suicides, and reduced reaction time.
Dividing Toxoplasma gondii parasites Helminth, Arthropod, and Plant Parasites Helminth parasites might be what most people picture parasites would look like. It includes the worm-like parasites, such as roundworms, tapeworms, and flukes. They are passed to people from contaminated water and food; they can burrow into bare feet if they are in the soil, and they can be passed by way of a vector. The helminth that causes schistosomiasis is transmitted to humans by burrowing into skin while swimming in water that is infested with Schistosoma.
Liver flukes, which are fairly common in some regions of the world, infect people when they eat raw or undercooked freshwater fish think: They are flatworms that live in the liver's bile ducts. Arthropods are invertebrate animals with jointed appendages, segmented bodies, and exoskeletons such as crustaceans, insects and arachnids.
Not all arthropods are parasites themselves, but they can be temporary hosts. What kind of monster is it whose power resides in language? Pluecker calls Fabre's poetry "burlesque," with its connotations of performative bodies--an art that identifies and transforms desire into camp versions of itself.
Fabre suggests, in the ironic inquisitiveness of his experimental essay-in-poetic-form, that asking after language is a way of reducing the vaporous monsters of potentiality to inert bodies of words: Because Sor Juana's body has still not been found. She will find you if she wants you, and leave your "unfinished theses spattered with blood!
I am doing the former because it is 9AM. I have work soon. It's the kind of honesty that makes you wish you were more sophisticated, while realizing a pop-sensibility says it best. Then you admit to yourself, it was kind of a someone, but you don't really need that someone like you thought you did.
You feel proud that you don't really need said someone, but also feel that the last year of your life has been a total sham, partially selfinduced. Maybe this is adulthood, these poets ask. There is so much to not know. Brewington counters Schirmann in the negative spaces of his poems. His poems are sweet and inappropriate, tossing around the word dick, all the while contemplating spirituality there's this beautiful mirroring where both poets use the phrase "god feelings" in a poem.
I drank red wine and watched everyone collate and sew I didn't pull my weight herethings got loose and Derek gave me a shot of very rare Pappy Van Winkle, yassou and OPA! So it's a year later and I finally get around to reading Ava's book over coffee in bed before work, recommendedand wow if it isn't a great one!
There's a serious and considered poetics found here amidst her imagined conversations between Marcel Duchamp, John Cage and Morton Feldman, time, duration and art making and how they synthesize, in the world, in Ava's work, both poetry and visual; from her introduction: An artist is a seeker who through immersion in the immediate living world of her individuality channels the collective memory of the past.
After-Cave by Michelle Detorie In and through some of I tried unsuccessfully to write an essay about one of my new favorite books: I took copious notes, culled quotes for evidence, but I could never tie it together. I think this was the case because AFTER-CAVE is written from the future-not a technological dystopia or a neo-primitivist fantasyland but something so much simpler and more sophisticated.
It is a world in which we hold human and animal in curious distinction. Our world is not yet Detorie's, but through her writing, readers can experience its inchoate forms.
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The Man Suit by Zachary Schomburg I think maybe life is about deciding how seriously you want to be taken. It's sentimentality slow dancing with the comically insane. Surrealism takes your hand with a straight face and a rose between its teeth.
The book-a smooth, slim volume in businessman's gray-is a sort of circuit board, images from one stanza lighting up a line twenty pages away. Schomburg often works in prose poems, those zen koans of poetry, and he uses the form to his advantage: A telephone, a glass of milk, a purple one-piece bathing suit: A lung and a haircut start a relationship in which they watch a lot of movies and they talk about their fears.
The lung knew it. There was a long silence between them. The blinking lights of another plane slid across the black sky. Tiny, the idea of being; Lungs; Being inappropriately dressed. The writing itself is a necessary assault, slicing away assumptions, separating the vulnerable self from its social construct. The diction kicks from the very first Narrative Line sequence in which Apps shows how a society's gender and sexual structures weasel into every aspect of life and grind against those who exist and operate outside those structures: While reading Apps' stunning second book, I feel uncomfortable in my own body, its easy passage through the world.
Yes, I am female, and that comes with challenges, but my body has always allowed me to belong to the category Female. I am made to question what I have taken for granted--that a doctor's visit for me as a child ended in a lollipop, whereas an intersex child's may have ended with a sense of violation. I come to realize the luxury of making decisions for my own body and the horror a child must feel watching adults confer and decide without his input or power to intervene.
Apps describes that classic wooden toy in dentist and doctor offices: As a child, he is set on a trajectory, and as I watch him spiral along it, I must ask what it means to be made "correct" and by whose standards, especially when that correction requires drugs and therapy and the breaking and reforming of an individual into charged categories. Apps writes of his baby self, "Everything seems perfect except for this one thing that reconfigures everything" Parents, who at first were in wonder over the life before them, are made to see a "problem" instead of the miracle.
Violence inherent in gender and sexual structures and their enforcement radiate out from the individual. The violence of the doctor hovers like a shadow over the boy as he dissects creatures he finds in the waters surrounding his house. Apps asks his reader to question what shadows overlay one's own actions, thoughts, and assumptions as one moves in a woven, connected world.
He writes, "Masculinity, in naming, stains deep into the fresh-sanded skin of the fetus becoming child. We affix identity on it like loose tiles to a house, and the tiles skin and weed until their roots pop and stain the architecture But the boy whom doctors diligently seek to mold finds a way of becoming on his own terms, discovers a voice that will rise to devour, to be, to say "I am.
I sat in it. Across, was a coffee table, and on that table was a dissection puzzle. I impulsively reached for the puzzle and disassembled it-and in that brief moment, was reminded of my recent online research on the subject where I had learned that there were numerous ways to reassemble the puzzle. My assumption was that it would be a breeze. I sat there for over twenty minutes, on a yellow couch, in the middle of IKEA trying to piece it back together, got too frustrated, looked at the cheat sheet on the back, and still, sat there another five minutes attempting to reassemble the puzzle.
Today, I write John's book review, thinking of it much like the dissection puzzle from yesterday. On the surface, it appears as a mass amount of fun; it feels like an easy read. However, these stylistic nuances are the same features that make it such a-dare I say-puzzling piece of work as well.
The reader takes apart the puzzle and attempts to put it back together again. For me, as a very specific reader, my reassembled dissection puzzle leaves me with the following paragraph: Must the individual infallibly be a part of this lineage? If yes, does the last name in this case, the name Sakkis carry a transmission for familial memory?
Can this familial memory change the ways in which landscapes define the needs for the individual? But also, to what extent does modernity infiltrate the familial memory and therefore spatial reasoning for the individual? In this, I find moments of deep regret-a sadness-yet also, moments that pronounce their own jouissance. Through it all, the poet emerges from the salt, sweat, and water of the islands, as completely unhinged.
But again, there are many ways to reassemble a dissection puzzle, so don't just take my word for it. Though challenged, I found myself really enjoying this read, and recommend it. In this attempt, Kahn navigates the distance between the McRib and the abject with a dark eroticism. She wields metaphors, or more so, absences, in ways that leave you feeling as if you're falling them.
These are poems about to unravel. It is the kind of work that slow burns and is difficult to digest. The framework of this book mirrors the ways society frames the individual. The poems, to me, read as so intentionally rendered, that there becomes this strong sense of surveillance-a surveillance that pushes me to question whether the final product is by desire of the poet or for society.