Rafael Campo and Zeina Hashem Beck are two very different poets and Norbert Hirschhorn enjoys their work in different ways
Comfort Measures Only: New and Selected Poems 1994-2014 by Rafael Campo.
The Hippocrates Press, London, ISBN: 978-0-957-2571-8-4, 158 pp ÂŁ10.00
3Arabi Song by Zeina Hashem Beck
The Rattle Foundation, Studio City, CA, ISBN: 978-1-931307-30-7, 39 pp $6
Rafael Campo is a much-published, award-winning poet and a physician. His clinical practice at Harvard serves mostly Latinos, the GLBT community, and people with HIV infection. He also teaches creative writing. Campoâs poetry addresses his medical experiences and his own gay life. His poetic metier employs traditional forms. As one critic described, â[Campoâs] poems are highly structured⊠he uses the security of form as a position from which to delve deep into the heart of his own feelings,â and those of his patients who are often poor and afflicted by racism and homophobia. Campoâs work in medicine and poetry illustrates 19th Century sociologist Rudolph Virchowâs aphorism, âMedicine is politics and social medicine is politics writ large.â Campoâs given name, wonderfully, means, âGod has healed.â
The title poem, âComfort Measures Onlyâ, echoes the physicianâs injunction to âcure sometimes, relieve often, comfort alwaysâ. It is an example of Campoâs deft use of form, here the villanelle. The keys to an effective one are a refrain to alter in wording and meaning as the poem moves down the page, and for one stanza to bleed into the next. Campo manages this brilliantly. The opening stanza announces the refrain in the first and third lines:
Iâm really not obsessed with how we die.
I checked the chemistries, I weighed the salts:
pretending weâre immortal, we donât cry
The clinching four-line stanza is then,
Admit it finally: Heave your last sigh,
give in to the invidious assault.
I really was obsessed, until I died.
Pretend to be immortal, once. Cry.
In âWithout My White Coatâ, a pantoum, Campo masterfully shows the power of subtle alternations in the interwoven lines where each second and fourth line of a stanza become the first and third of the next. The poem begins by revealing the magical power of a healerâs costume: âMy white coat holds my shape, stands for something / universal â love, healing, peace.â
Iâm not a real doc without my white coat.
I could be be anyone: this sullen girl,
some homeless person crying to himself,
that addict who thinks heâs got HIV.
The final stanza returns to the beginning, completing the weave, where the physician wants to identify with his patients but, like a curandero, is aware of the magic thus endowed:
Universal love, healing peace: I am
the homeless person crying to himself,
wishing I could be better than I am.
Iâm not a real doc without my white coat.
Campo underscores the necessity for some remove from his patients in âHippocratic Oath 2.0â, which begins: âThe doctor may reserve the right to do / some harm. He may not pray for youâ, and ends, âThe doctor may / reserve the right to look away, but he / must always recognise it was his voice / that made this harmless, sacred pledge, for you.â
In the adjacent poem, âJust Know Your Shit,â a patient prefers skill over feeling:
I want a doctor who just knows his shit
Donât hold my hand when my heart fibrillates â
just shock me with the right amount of juice.
And then, at the close,
Donât hold my hand when my mind goes,
thereâs always something you can fix. For Godâs
sake, donât feel for me. Just do it, donât sob.
Yet the physician mustnât let objectivity turn into indifference. His instrument, a stethoscope, gives voice to the danger of ennui affecting him as he sees one patient after another (âThe Stethoscope Repliesâ): âIâve heard this one so many times before: / the story of some awful heartbreak, or / the murmuring of love found at long lastâŠ. Inhale, exhale, Iâve heard it all before.â
Itâs likely that as a physician I gain more immediacy from several of the poems â in particular the early one, âTen Patients, and Anotherâ, which describes desperate cases coming to the A & E. More accessible is âAlternative Medicineâ, where Campo presents ten patients on rounds in the HIV clinic (âLeukopeniaâ, âCardiomyopathy, IVDUâ, etc.) But each one, every ten lines in seeming effortless iambic pentameter, also reveals the humanity of the patient who has the disease â not, as too often expressed on rounds, the disease having the patient.
Disease it is, ultimately. There is beauty in the body, but also horror. The physician understands this daily. In the poem âPrimary Careâ the words express a double meaning: professionally, the initial intervention at a GPâs clinic, and, existentially, the dominant cause of grief, which is bodily decay. The poem goes from âDressed in youth, you dazzle me / with your perfection, body.â to âBody bleed, body stink, / remind us that we suffer, yes remind / us that we must, or else we never lived.â Here, though it may not be the poetâs immediate intent, I am reminded of the pictures of taken after liberation of naked bodies shovelled into burial pits in concentration camps.
Campoâs poems provide a master-class in writing that combines the best of prosody with the profoundest of human feeling.
As Zeina Hashem Beck explains, 3arabi is the Arabizi way of writing âArabicâ. âArabiziâ comes from the combination of the words âArabicâ and âEngliziâ (English); it uses numbers to represent sounds that are specifically Arabic, and has become well-known among Arabic speakers (especially online and in texting)â. The 3 here extends the vowel sound of âaâ.
Beck comes from Lebanon, speaks popular Arabic, but writes poetry in English. She also performs her work, here with a backup Arabic chorus: bit.ly/3arabiChoir. Beck was selected by Carol Ann Duffy as a 2016 Laureate Choice for her pamphlet âThere Was and How Much There Wasâ (Smith/Doorstop, 2016). 3Arabi Song won the 2016 pamphlet competition sponsored by Rattle Magazine, a leading American poetry journal.
Again like Campo, she writes, unapologetically, âpolitical poetryâ â the Arab experience in the 20th and 21st centuries in its emotional beauty and its turmoil. True to the pamphletâs title, out of the seventeen poems, seven are apostrophes to famous Arab singers â from Egyptââs Umm Kulthum to Lebanonâs Fairuz. Song and poetry are conjoined, long an Arab tradition. Copious notes provide historical information and translations of Arabic words.
Also like Campo, Beck writes mainly in traditional forms, ghazal, pantoum, a mirror poem. Here she is less deft. A mirror poem (âListenâ), shaped like two hour glasses one on top of the other, tells of a bomb exploding near a mosque, and asks if the poetâs brother went to pray today. One difficulty, not of the Beckâs making, is that there was no room on the page for the whole second stanza, which then carries over to the next page, ruining the visual symmetry. But more problematic is that the mirrored lines have exactly the same content. Some variation subtly changing the meaning would have felt more accomplished.
Similarly, the âPantoum for Sabbouhaâ repeat lines are replicated almost exactly, and the final stanza doesnât link back to the first.
The strongest poem in the pamphlet, âUmm Kulthum Speaksâ is also the most relaxed, unforced. It is worth reproducing its satisfying whole:
I was a little boy with the voice of a God
once. How else could my father set this spell of mine
free? So I dressed my voice, first with a boyâs clothing,
then with the Qurâan, then with poems, then with Egypt,
but all these were merely pretexts
for the magic that rose out of my throat.
Donât you see how the streets are empty
on my radio Thursdays? Do you know what tarab
means? To repeat, to carry everyone back
to their hurt. I bent the sentences I sang
into portals, and what else could you have screamed
but Allah Allah Allah for hours?
Then came the scarf in my left hand,
the black diamond-studded cat-eye glasses,
but these were things I carried because
they had names. One has to dress
for this earth. You still havenât seen my wings.
I havenât been called a planet for nothing. My voice soars
around the theatre, the sun, and comes back to this street
at midnight, more than a half a century later, asking,
has love ever seen such drunkenness?
Everything about me orbits. Even my coffin
has sailed the streets of Cairo for hours.
We look forward to more such poetry.
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Rafael Campo and Zeina Hashem Beck are two very different poets and Norbert Hirschhorn enjoys their work in different ways
The title poem, âComfort Measures Onlyâ, echoes the physicianâs injunction to âcure sometimes, relieve often, comfort alwaysâ. It is an example of Campoâs deft use of form, here the villanelle. The keys to an effective one are a refrain to alter in wording and meaning as the poem moves down the page, and for one stanza to bleed into the next. Campo manages this brilliantly. The opening stanza announces the refrain in the first and third lines:
The clinching four-line stanza is then,
In âWithout My White Coatâ, a pantoum, Campo masterfully shows the power of subtle alternations in the interwoven lines where each second and fourth line of a stanza become the first and third of the next. The poem begins by revealing the magical power of a healerâs costume: âMy white coat holds my shape, stands for something / universal â love, healing, peace.â
The final stanza returns to the beginning, completing the weave, where the physician wants to identify with his patients but, like a curandero, is aware of the magic thus endowed:
Campo underscores the necessity for some remove from his patients in âHippocratic Oath 2.0â, which begins: âThe doctor may reserve the right to do / some harm. He may not pray for youâ, and ends, âThe doctor may / reserve the right to look away, but he / must always recognise it was his voice / that made this harmless, sacred pledge, for you.â
In the adjacent poem, âJust Know Your Shit,â a patient prefers skill over feeling:
Yet the physician mustnât let objectivity turn into indifference. His instrument, a stethoscope, gives voice to the danger of ennui affecting him as he sees one patient after another (âThe Stethoscope Repliesâ): âIâve heard this one so many times before: / the story of some awful heartbreak, or / the murmuring of love found at long lastâŠ. Inhale, exhale, Iâve heard it all before.â
Itâs likely that as a physician I gain more immediacy from several of the poems â in particular the early one, âTen Patients, and Anotherâ, which describes desperate cases coming to the A & E. More accessible is âAlternative Medicineâ, where Campo presents ten patients on rounds in the HIV clinic (âLeukopeniaâ, âCardiomyopathy, IVDUâ, etc.) But each one, every ten lines in seeming effortless iambic pentameter, also reveals the humanity of the patient who has the disease â not, as too often expressed on rounds, the disease having the patient.
Disease it is, ultimately. There is beauty in the body, but also horror. The physician understands this daily. In the poem âPrimary Careâ the words express a double meaning: professionally, the initial intervention at a GPâs clinic, and, existentially, the dominant cause of grief, which is bodily decay. The poem goes from âDressed in youth, you dazzle me / with your perfection, body.â to âBody bleed, body stink, / remind us that we suffer, yes remind / us that we must, or else we never lived.â Here, though it may not be the poetâs immediate intent, I am reminded of the pictures of taken after liberation of naked bodies shovelled into burial pits in concentration camps.
Campoâs poems provide a master-class in writing that combines the best of prosody with the profoundest of human feeling.
Beck comes from Lebanon, speaks popular Arabic, but writes poetry in English. She also performs her work, here with a backup Arabic chorus: bit.ly/3arabiChoir. Beck was selected by Carol Ann Duffy as a 2016 Laureate Choice for her pamphlet âThere Was and How Much There Wasâ (Smith/Doorstop, 2016). 3Arabi Song won the 2016 pamphlet competition sponsored by Rattle Magazine, a leading American poetry journal.
Again like Campo, she writes, unapologetically, âpolitical poetryâ â the Arab experience in the 20th and 21st centuries in its emotional beauty and its turmoil. True to the pamphletâs title, out of the seventeen poems, seven are apostrophes to famous Arab singers â from Egyptââs Umm Kulthum to Lebanonâs Fairuz. Song and poetry are conjoined, long an Arab tradition. Copious notes provide historical information and translations of Arabic words.
Also like Campo, Beck writes mainly in traditional forms, ghazal, pantoum, a mirror poem. Here she is less deft. A mirror poem (âListenâ), shaped like two hour glasses one on top of the other, tells of a bomb exploding near a mosque, and asks if the poetâs brother went to pray today. One difficulty, not of the Beckâs making, is that there was no room on the page for the whole second stanza, which then carries over to the next page, ruining the visual symmetry. But more problematic is that the mirrored lines have exactly the same content. Some variation subtly changing the meaning would have felt more accomplished.
Similarly, the âPantoum for Sabbouhaâ repeat lines are replicated almost exactly, and the final stanza doesnât link back to the first.
The strongest poem in the pamphlet, âUmm Kulthum Speaksâ is also the most relaxed, unforced. It is worth reproducing its satisfying whole:
We look forward to more such poetry.