Open Access 01-03-2020 | Cover Essay
Self-Portrait with the Spanish Flu
Published in: EcoHealth | Issue 1/2020
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…Self-portrait with the Spanish FluThe scream evokes the dream I dread.“I want to sit up,” you had said,regarding the chair.I carried you therefrom the bed.Tears were shedbut not by you. You drew cold airand shut your eyes, ever the fairsister I adore.The halos of yourbacklit hairled my starefrom their gilt sheaves to the cracked scoreof the window-panes’ ferny hoarfrost. Your soul, wrestedfrom its maidenhead,found the door.Metaphor.This phthisis has disquietedthe Muses and dispirited,yea, Apollinaire,his devil-may-careand hurt head,shepherdedto futter the fields of trouvère.Endless black weddings fill the airwith song and implorethe dispatch of war-like despair;everywhere,we fall sick with fevers that pourgloom into us and dull the coreof bright hues that fedon what painters bledfrom a doorheretofore.Mark Olival-Bartley