Final session, in St James’s Hospital

Two things got us off to a bad start for this one:

  1. This was meant to be last week’s session so that all the social & political material of last week would be the climax, but it wasn’t logistically possible.
  2. The transport from Trinity Biosciences Institute was late & some students got lost which meant we were very late getting started & therefore had to cut a few texts that I’d planned to read with them 😦

We met at the entrance to the hospital & I briefed them on a small exercise I wanted them to do: inspired by Danielle Ofri’s idea of literary rounds, I gave them each the text of a different poem/text & asked them to read it to themselves for a few moments. Each poem was set in a hospital. I then asked to make their way at their leisure to the seminar room and on the way to observe as much as they could about the hospital environment connected with, inspired by, or entirely unrelated to the poem they’d just read!

In class, we started with the Yeats poem & tried to recall it without reference to the text. It wasn’t entirely a success, let’s just say.

We then went around the group, with each person reading aloud the poem they had received and then sharing with the group their observations about hospitals/ the hospital we were in / the hospital in the poem. Each contribution led to further discussions & chats & recollections.

The poems were Leanne O’Sullivan’s ‘Tracheotomy’, & ‘Leaving Early’, ‘In the Way’ by Elaine Feeney, ‘Postcards from a Hospital’ by Doireann Ní Ghriofa, ‘Visitors, Kidney Ward’ by Enda Coyle-Greene, ‘Leaving the Ward Behind Me’ by Tommy Lambert & ‘The Chapel Corridor’ by Barry Mitten (both from Climbing Mountains in our Minds, edited by Sylvia Cullen) and Patrick Kavanagh’s ‘The Hospital’.

Bronwen Barrett & Martha Knight of Freshly Ground Theatre

The texts we didn’t get to, but which I distributed nonetheless and which I will be using with a new group next term instead, were Eleanor Hooker’s ‘The Man in Bed Eight’ & the first scene from a new play called the Bold Step by Bronwen Barrett & Martha Knight of Freshly Ground Theatre, which I saw (& was totally bowled over by) at the weekend. (They kindly emailed me the opening scene, which they based on interviews with their mothers about their own births: “M: There was a student midwife sitting beside me, shaking … B: ‘you’ll be grand, you’ll be grand.’ M: I remember turning to this nurse, typical teacher, like, in the middle of the epidural, saying ‘sure, I could be correcting copies”!!!!! 🙂 

I then read a few bits of Danille Ofri’s essay ‘The Poetry Ward’  about introducing poems to the routines of doctors in hospitals. I finished up with a full reading of John Stone’s ‘Gaudeamus Igitur’ & dismissed everyone with best wishes. 🙂 

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from The Hospital, by Patrick Kavanagh

A year ago I fell in love with the functional ward
Of a chest hospital: square cubicles in a row,
Plain concrete, washbasins – an art lover’s woe,
Not counting how the fellow in the next bed snored.
But nothing whatever is by love debarred,
The common and banal her heat can know.
The corridor led to a stairway and below
Was the inexhaustible adventure of a gravelled yard.

(See here for full poem >>>)