Aethertales

On 13 March, or roughly a century ago, some newspapers published the photograph below of a banner placed outside the Maria Nuova hospital in Florence. The bilingual sign, which according to the news sources was made by four Chinese boys, reads: “Doctors and nurses, modern heroes with no poets to tell of your courage. Thank you from the heart.”

The reports did not specify if the boys had been treated for coronavirus at the hospital, but their humble banner is a moving lament for the absence of poetry commemorating the otherworldly courage we are witnessing in hospitals across the globe. We sent three poets—Jeff Dolven, Maureen N. McLane, and Geoffrey Nutter—the photograph and asked them to respond to the lack noted in the banner. Their beautiful poems below stand alongside the anonymous boys’ equally powerful gesture of appreciation for all nurses and doctors, whose chosen profession asks them to tend to strangers’ wounds at great risk to themselves.

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Jeff Dolven

The Worst Returns to Laughter

King Lear 4.1.6                                                        

A laugh is a kind of cough,
or a cough is a kind of laugh.
One can lead to the other,
but back again is hard.

A laugh is a catch in the throat,
a cough, a catch that won’t loosen.
Laughter catches easily.
Coughing follows close.

Késòu. Gichim. Sorfeh.
La tosse. La toux. Der Husten.
A cough by every other name
will stop the voice as well,

stop laughter and stop song
and talking for a time,
and may require that someone else
help with a breathing tube.

Consider who it is
who stands above the bed,
how she must have prepared herself
to suffer the same in turn.

Xiào shēng. Us-eum. Khandeghi.
La risata. Le rire. Das Lachen.
Still hers deserves remembrance as
the original translation.

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Maureen N. McLane

Changing Conditions

“medici e infermieri, eroi moderni senza poeti”

nothing inevitable
until inevitable

∞

ministers of touch
thinnest membrane, caritas
body to body

∞

don’t sentimentalize
“do something, people”
by which I mean you
by which I mean me
by which I mean “us”
by which I mean nothing
by which I mean stay home
if you can / can you / what can you
unless you are a doctor or nurse or

∞

but what but what
keyboard symbology
shift 5: percentage
shift 4: dollar sign
option 5: infinity
% $ ∞ % $ ∞ % $ ∞
% $ ∞ % $ ∞

∞

they too need a song
modern heroes
alive to the moment
rushing in, armored or no
heedless of kleos
sing them a song
studium, praxis, touch, instrument
pharmakon pharmakon
the greatest athlete is the one who vaults
toward the wound

∞

the one who runs
and runs and tells the city what news
from afar

∞

Li Wenliang

∞

Mei Zhongming
Jiang Xueqing
“eroi moderni”
& / & / &

∞

the messenger speech
nobody’s interested
until they’re interested
and then they’re interested
only differently

∞

cast out the ruler to save the city?
cure the ruler to save the city?
no ruler: the part of no-part: coming community

∞

this should be an essay
discursive, persuasive, informative
Enlightenment unfinished
O you better believe it
fragments toward a sky
we might one day walk below
provisionally sheltered remembering the promise
of such a sky

∞

So raise high the roof beam, carpenters –
like perfect friends they go into buildings
masked or not, gloved or not, attentive, anxious,
by the road to the contagious hospital

sing them a song under a shared sky

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Geoffrey Nutter

There Is No One to Recount

for the doctors and nurses

There is no one to recount
how you were among them, the many
afflictions of the physical
body in the vale, when you
were fighting with
and against the body
in the vale;
this body, moving through
the world, strange as Orion,
tall and shining over
the lake; but this body is
a thing, out in the world
to be crushed, pounded
as with mortar, in the pestle
as a spice, as a speck
in the crucible, as grapes
for wine, as atom, split,
scalded, overspread
and flowering with lesions,
teeth broken, burnt, shot through
with beams of radiation,
chemicals, the tube shoved
down the throat, chest
broken open, blood boiling, heart
broken, cast under the wheel,
mandrake and sarcoma, pox,
boils, sputum, eyes
rolling toward a dull light
independent of each other,
hair falling out, spleen
cut out, thrown away, under
anesthesia, under the knife, under
Bugloss; the Earth, a cruel
mother to her children, neutral;
in your mask, in your greaves,
in a blue gown, you’ve come
a yeoman, with your Love
and exhaustion, among us
setting up the drip, the machine,
hating this body, loving
this body, in this physical
world we share, hard
as a diamond—only
the body, your body,
can fix the body, fight,
leverage through brute
force, hold the strand
slipping from the grasp,
bend the invisible beam,
the ray, magnetism,
force, this body, refractory,
thread the needle—There
is no one to recount how you
were drained, exhausted,
smoking behind the humming
generators, or resting
disconsolate
by the concrete blocks, briefly,
cursing, or praying, afraid
for knowing what awaits,
but going back in.

An important thing is that while tenure generally protects a tiny number of people from assholes like Bret Stephens, most people certainly can face consequences from having the manager called on them for being mean to Bret Stephens on twitter.

David Karpf: The two things that stand out are that it’s entertaining, and distracting. It does keep occurring to me the reason why this is actually pretty fun for me is that I’m a white guy with tenure, which means that—if he had sent this to me before I had a tenured job, that would have been a powerful and terrifying message, and I’m 100 percent sure that that’s what he expected it to do. When he writes a message where it says, “From Bret Stephens, New York Times,” from his New York Times account, it means that he’s trying to indicate that he’s above me in the social hierarchy. But I’m a professor of strategic political communication, and I have tenure, and I really didn’t do anything wrong. That makes the entire thing bizarre and fun. If I was pre-tenure or I was a woman and had to deal with harassment on Twitter all the time, then I imagine this would be a lot less fun.