
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 3, Number 4 ~Viral "Poetry Particles" Found in English Major~
Poetry is viral. It is highly infective, invisible to the naked eye or common microscope, and self-replicating. Deep inside the poetry envelope, an ordered and immensely intricate informational architecture directs the maintenance and operation of the poetry organism.
Recently, researchers at the Yale Literary Research Laboratory (YLRL) in New Haven have successfully isolated and sequenced the first authentic poetry viral genome. The poetry particles were originally isolated from the blood of an undergraduate student who became infected with a rare disorder after reading too much Shakespeare in a survey level poetry class. Iva Hedachia, a 22 year-old English major, became ill during an exam and was later found by a friend in the bathroom reciting the Preamble to the Constitution in iambic pentameter. She was rushed to the ER and was initially screened by an EMT specialist, who, fortuitously, happened to be the wife of a scientist at the YLRL. The technician phoned her husband, Dr. Seymour Smalley, who rushed over and was able to take a sample of the blood back with him to his lab.
Smalley and his colleagues were successful in isolating the first genes in the so-called “poetry allele.” Using a PCR amplification process, the researchers produced enough viral-encoded message to map out the mysteries of the poetry genome. What they found was as startling as it was beautiful.
In a paper in this month’s Nature Genetics Journal, Smalley et. al. report that certain informational quanta can spontaneously arise in the brains of especially astute and passionate literary majors. These high-energy bundles of genetic material, dubbed “Poetry Virome Catalysts (PVC’s),” can lie dormant for months and suddenly become activated by a single extrinsic event or emotional stimulus.
Smalley, in his groundbreaking paper entitled, “Poetry Viromes and Shakespeare,” suggests that these hotspots of genetic coding are formed somewhere in the amygdala, a center deep within the brain which communicates with the hypothalamus and is responsible for controlling levels of the emotional response. Smalley and his coworkers discovered that Ms. Hedachia had gone far overboard with her reading of Shakespeare. In fact, she stayed up for three straight days (an 82 hour period without sleep) reading through most of the Tragedies and all the Shakespearean Sonnets, memorizing most of the latter to perfection. Her boyfriend caught her on the roof of her eight-story dormitory, with a lavish table set with fine bone china, polished silver, and a complete gourmet meal for two. It wasn’t until the researchers completely explained the syndrome in detail to the boyfriend that he realized the full import of the nametag set for William S.
Smalley has been literally inundated by the media. However, as a caveat to the research conducted at the YLRL, it should be stressed that these PVC’s have not, as yet, shown themselves to be long-lived. Fortunately, the pathological effects of PVC infection and propagation are quite innocuous. It turns out, most people have high levels of “poetry blockers” that quickly attach to the PVC molecules and inactivate them before too much cognitive damage can occur. Moreover, and quite interestingly, complete amnesia seems to accompany most PVC infections observed by the researchers.
Smalley and his team of molecular biologists are currently working on a unified theory of pathogenesis that they say will revolutionize our understanding of how we process the emotional input from reading poetry. The work, in his words, “will ultimately explain why so many of us cannot understand or appreciate anything about poetry, be it modern or classical.” In fact, both Roche and Bayer Pharmaceuticals are interested in developing small molecule “unblockers” that can be taken, for example, just prior to a reading of, say, John Milton’s Paradise Lost, or even T.S. Elliot’s, The Wasteland. Moreover, an executive for Roche commented, with exhilaration, that the market alone for English majors could be in the hundreds of millions (US dollars).
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Written by Edward Nudelman, Books Correspondent for POETRY CENTRAL
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Comments: 163
This is a brilliant analysis. I knew there was an infectious process involved, but I wasn't so sure about the genetic aspects. I try to spread this infection to my students as often as possible. Perhaps we can start a staff infection among the English faculty as well?
Very wonderful and witty.
Krista, I think reading Faerie Queen would be an excellent start.
Don't let factuality stay in your way. Use all the detours you find and life will become more commensurate.
Cat-House Sonnets
Seriously, great to hear from you Ed - you're a funny as ever!
Thanks so much, Cheryl.
Umar, I hear you loud and clear
I know it is for me reading, like chips, can't read just one...
This was clever...and fun to read.
What truly tickled my funny bone was the fact that this could be in a scientific journal somewhere...you wrote it that well!
So glad to know my condition has a name. (Of course, I will be unable to read any other articles for the rest of my lunch hour...it will take that long to clean lunch off the computer screen and convince my cubicle mates that the hysterical laughter isn't a sign that I have finally lost it.)
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I have several friends I must invite to come and read this...it is priceless!
If you are a science buff, read my poem Exposure
Infection or not, a well thought out and written piece. Thanks.
It is the search for the "hidden meaning" that kills poetry because students are never asked to respond to the language or to have an experience with it.
But look around--there are budding poets everywhere here on gather, people infected with the need to express their deepest emotions even when they don't have a strong grasp of the tools.
Writing poetry is a balm for what ails you, even if the rhymes are forced and the meter short a few dimes. Poetry is a recombinant virus that can spring up anywhere outside an antiseptic literature classroom.
with sad wet tears with in their eye,
The shot they told me that would work;
has left me with this rhyming quirk.
Great Job Edward, Keep them looking for a cure!
I can offer anecdotal evidence that the virus is transmittable aurally and orally - can't divulge all the details but I was overwhelming affected upon meeting this lovely lady poet to whom I found myself uncontrollably sending love poems to....
I am sorry to report that the virus is temporarily dormant but if I suffer from any new out breaks I will report back.
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A wonderful and delightful article. Brilliantly composed!
I am sure it is possible, what do we know on how the brain works!!
As someone who came close to being infected with a similar virus in school, I say BRAVO
Being in love with poetry is a curse...
Like many of your readers here, Ed, I´m wiping my eyes fresh full of tears of laughter, astonished at the consistent execution and panache of this mock sci lit article (like the inventor of the word ´robot´satirist Karel Capek, you seem to be creating your own genre, though his was sci fi theatrical farce and yours some sort of science journal sendup).
Jabberwocky it´s not, since your message is perfectly clear at all times: Just because they pile it higher and deeper, with a dizzying isomeric relationship of their new buzz terms to actual existing concepts and acronyms, doesn´t mean it´s so. Your neoteric fun elicits unbridled glee because of the sheer wit in combining notions like ¨cultural virus¨with ¨genome¨ to get ¨virome¨, then having molecular biologists from Yale (where the last great deception occurred with Paul De Man and deconstructionist piffle in the Seventies!) jumping straightaway into a big poetry debate about the disturbed SOCs (states of consciousness) of undergraduate lit majors who exhibit ¨informational quanta¨as ¨hotspots of genetic coding¨ are catalysts´´ or PVCs to ecstatic creativity (isolated in the amygdala, a huge cog sci in-joke in and of itself) which of course can and must be suppressed in normal subjectivities by ¨poetry blockers. ¨This is high hobbyhorse humor of a rare kind, Tristam Shandy funny!
What´s sad is how so many New Age types are suckered by the sort of risible connecting up of half-notions from half a dozen disciplines you´ve engineered here shrewdly as our resident science poet (you´ve included mostly evolutionary and molecular biology, genetics, cognitive science, neuroanatomy, memetics, but there´s reference to quantum theory as well) by skilled practicioners of the persuasive art engaged in serious pitches of completely nonsensical theories. Besides being a brilliant pre Sim engagement of pseudo science on its own shaky ground, playing possum with the postmodernists by appropriating their nebulous argumentative styles and appropriation techniques for your own purpose, this article is an invitation to all of us to do at least three things.
First of all, stay heads up, aware at all times that talking about the brain is one thing, the sensibility, subjectivity and mind and soul of another person an entirely different matter. .
Secondly, read science articles more carefully, concept checking and in the age of wikis and google doing our own momentary ¨research¨to see if ideas are coherently constructed, or just thrown all over the page with the voice of reportorial authority.
But above all, don´t ever, ever have those ¨poetry blockers¨on like blinders, whether they´re the size of molecules or the volume of your room-filling plasmid HDTV screen: Read and write poetry, and hang the rest. They can take some things away from you, but not the poetry in your bones. Even if they claim--and I don´t necessarily mean the scientists, except maybe the ones at Yale, but more like the sensationalistic journalists--that every neural correlate of consciousness has been discovered, there´ll still be poetry.
How do I know this? Simply, because my friend Ed Nudelman is unstoppable.
Alas!
Pat
Worried? Maybe it's just all in my head
Troubled? Could be my pencils all contain lead
Dismayed? Oh, why'd you have to tell me this Ed.