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A Treatment
A Treatment
A Treatment
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A Treatment

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A Treatment presents a poetic reflection of family trauma in a post-holocaust context, which is grounded in these times. The poems articulate the past as it intersects with the present, as well as the way the present writes over what has been before, both in human and ecological terms. The writing is informed by psychoanalysis, and the aim of the work is to elucidate a version of truth or to touch on something of the ephemeral. A Treatment is about questions of identity and speaks to the frailty of both the human and physical world in all their incomprehensibility.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 7, 2023
ISBN9781743822906
A Treatment
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Ann Shenfield

Ann Shenfield’s poetry has received various awards including the Judith Wright Poetry Prize for You Can Get Only So Close On Google Earth, which was also a finalist for the Queensland Premier’s Literary Awards. Her animated films have also received prizes and screened at numerous festivals including selection to the Official Competition at Berlin

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    A Treatment - Ann Shenfield

    1.

    A treatment

    In 1938 in fascist Italy the man credited

    with initiating electroconvulsive therapy

    —Ugo Cerletti—observes pigs in an abattoir

    being stunned before their slaughter

    My mother is in pre-war Poland

    the family haven’t yet fled to Russia

    She still has all the hopes

    and dreams of a nine-year-old

    Meanwhile Ugo discerns that stunned

    pigs appear less agitated

    He surmises they accept their demise

    more amenably when shocked

    And he thinks, why not?

    besides he’s already tried a version on dogs

    Placing cables in their mouths and anuses

    but this only leads to cardiac arrest

    This is how some of it evolved

    and me, a dog lover and vegetarian

    Trying to piece together a mother

    grieving her husband’s sudden heart failure

    Later they will notice that shock

    treatment messes with a person’s affect

    How it no longer matches the emotions

    think vacancy for tears, laughter for anguish

    Though I worry, might this

    also be true for pigs?

    They diagnosed my mother’s guilt

    and grief as depression

    Then stunned her to a silence

    the Italian died a year before her shocks

    The Sorbonne gave him an honorary degree

    my mother came home but didn’t properly return

    Sophia does not hold up the world

    like Atlas

    she is only an appendage, a suffix to philo—

    Incomplete in her own terms, almost wisdom

    but without mythic status

    Still, I know that wisdom walks

    with frostbitten toes across tundras

    To places with names that no longer exist

    where at a border crossing she prevents a shooting

    Let’s say this act saves the entire group

    in that snowed-in Slavic nowhere

    Only discoverable now in outdated maps

    a story, part fairytale, or almost oral history

    Except she never spoke of it, or of how

    as an ex-school mistress she would accept

    Whatever work was delegated

    like at the factory peeling potatoes

    While wisdom grieved a husband

    before she would learn of the others

    The twenty-four who tapered

    into two—this mother and her child

    Sophia does not hold up the world

    though she sends food parcels

    To her one surviving nephew in a gulag

    —parcels that enable him to endure

    If you save a life, you save the whole world

    my people are fond of saying

    Though I hesitate to mention Sophia’s plan

    it was only that her child who’d become my mother

    Was afraid of water, that they didn’t wave

    or, that is, drown

    Besides, in those circumstances

    who wouldn’t consider suicidal ideation wise?

    This world is always being held up by Atlas

    even if Sophia, in Polish it’s Zofia, realises me

    * written in response to Damon O’Brien’s Atlas Carried the World

    On seeing a woman who resembles me in a photo of the liberation of

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