I took the train to Bern this morning to renew my passport at the U. S. Embassy. The security requirements there restrict what you can take inside – no laptops, for example, and no backpacks, with no lockers to store things while you're inside. So all I had was my wallet, my phone, a charger for it on the train, and a small cloth bag with my documents. On the train there, I read "1984" on my phone, and I finished it on my way back. The security experience was nothing like Orwell, though – and I did not return to Basel with anything resembling Winston Smith's final realization: "He loved Big Brother." (Andrew Shields, #111words, 12 May)
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Monday, May 11, 2020
Who's afraid of going to work?
People in "essential" jobs have continued working during the coronavirus pandemic – often with little or no access to testing and protective gear. Despite their fears of contracting the virus, many cannot afford to leave their jobs. As Kevin Hassett says, “It is scary to go to work. [...] I think that I’d be a lot safer if I was sitting at home [...]." But Hassett is not an "essential" worker on the "front lines" of the "war against" coronavirus – he is a Senior Adviser to President Trump who has called for "the economy" to re-open quickly, and he has access to testing and face masks (which he only wears "at times"). (Andrew Shields, #111words, 11 May)
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Virginia Woolf and the wandering imagination in "The Mark on the Wall"
While the narrator of Virginia Woolf's "The Mark on the Wall" wonders whether an unusual "mark on the wall" is a nail, a hole, or something else, she wanders through long trains of associations. When she considers getting up to check, she rejects the idea first because she couldn't "say for certain" and later because she can't see what she'd "gain". When she exhorts herself, her mind still wanders into questions: "I must jump up and see for myself what that mark on the wall really is – a nail, a rose-leaf, a crack in the wood?" Only when someone complains about the "snail" on the wall does her imaginative wandering end. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 10 May)
Saturday, May 09, 2020
Keep moving
Keep the economy burning, keep it moving, keep money moving from account to account, keep moving resources around to be burned up, keep the people moving around and crossing each others' paths, keep everything moving so that the economy keeps moving, don't stop moving to keep a virus from moving, keep producing produce, keep producing waste, keep producing carbon dioxide to produce produce and products and waste, keep everything moving even when so many people are dying – and that is the link to climate catastrophe, which also follows from an economy that always has to keep everything in motion, people, produce, resources, fossil-fuel vehicles, even when a virus is moving, too. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 9 May)
Friday, May 08, 2020
Fortune I do not want: Emma and "inducements to marry"
Jane Austen's Emma turns up the rhetoric when she tells Harriet Smith about her attitude toward marriage: "Fortune I do not want; employment I do not want; consequence I do not want [...]." The preposed objects and the epistrophe hammer home Emma's clarification of why she has "none of the usual inducements of women to marry": she's already wealthy; she already has plenty to do; she already has high status. But all this rhetoric is also over-insistence, especially when she later finds a man to marry who offers more of all the "inducements" she says she does not "want". She may not have lacked them, but ultimately, she did want them. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 8 May)
Thursday, May 07, 2020
Reopening schools without consulting schoolchildren
Throughout the discussion of reopening Swiss kindergartens, primary schools, and middle schools on Monday, one voice has been absent: schoolchildren themselves. Perhaps it's too much to ask kids in primary school to participate in such a discussion, but children attending middle school in Basel are 12 to 15 years old, and it wouldn't be hard to find a small but significant number of teens who have read and absorbed more about the coronavirus than most adults, including the politicians, educators, and parents now making decisions for them. At the very least, the schoolchildren's concerns should've been heard before re-opening educational institutions to give them somewhere to go while their parents work. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 7 May)
Wednesday, May 06, 2020
Saved from experience in Juana Adcock's "The Serpent Dialogues"
The woman in Juana Adcock's "The Serpent Dialogues" talks with a snake, but one day the snake stops coming to visit her, and she begins to keep a diary. On day 27, shortly before the snake finally returns, she writes about "reaching for my phone as a form of / noise or interference, like wanting / to be saved from experiencing this instant / with all its beautiful and devastating aloneness". The potentially beautiful experience of the unique instant is replaced by the noise of the interchangeable experiences offered by the phone – but that replacement of the unique moment is also a form of salvation, in which one escapes from "devastation". (Andrew Shields, #111words, 6 May)
Tuesday, May 05, 2020
Poetry preserves the past in "1984"
When Winston Smith in George Orwell's "1984" returns to the shop where he bought his diary, the shopkeeper recites an old rhyme: "Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's, You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's." Winston is struck by the poem's effect: "When you said it to yourself you had the illusion of actually hearing bells, the bells of a lost London that still existed somewhere or other, disguised and forgotten." These verses about old London churches contain not only the history but also the past atmosphere of the city. Even in half-remembered fragments, poetry preserves the past against the Ministry of Truth's erasure. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 5 May)
Monday, May 04, 2020
My January 20 is May 4
Georg Büchner's "Lenz" begins with a date: "On January 20, Lenz walked through the mountains." In his Büchner Prize speech, Paul Celan made something out of that wounded date: "Every poem is inscribed with its own January 20." The poem's date is not a historical, public event but a private moment, like Lenz in the mountains (which becomes public and historical only when Büchner makes it literature). But the January 20 inscribed in my poems is actually May 4, a date both historical and private: the date of the Kent State shootings in 1970 (50th anniversary this year), and the date in 1982 when I first lost a friend to suicide. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 4 May)

