Hello fellow friends of the pond, here is Björn with June's last prompt
The other day I wrote a poem imagining how it would feel like to die from radiation poisoning:
Downfall
The sky was different
the day the birdsong ceased,
(as if they knew)
it carried in itself
a tepid hue of sick blancmange,
That day my skin was drizzle-glazed
but yet
It had not bloomed
in radiation rashes yet
my inner organs had not given up.
They came the morning after
to lock me up
to observe my symptoms
to learn how blood may boil.
I’m waiting
in the company of two-way mirrors
while
from my only window, still, I see
the staring moon,
a solemn gaze tonight
that’s veiled behind
a cataract of poisoned cumulus,
tonight I’ll cease.
but still I know
that many more
will come to fill my void
to melt like me.
Not an uplifting topic, but the recent series on Chernobyl made me remember those days when news was breaking
and we all had to look at the spring around us with different eyes.
As you might know, Sweden had one of the largest downfalls outside Sweden, and also non physicists had to learn
about words like Cesium, Becquerel and milli-Sievert.
about words like Cesium, Becquerel and milli-Sievert.
I particularly remember the drizzle falling on the morning of April 30 1986, I was still a graduate student back then,
and the knowledge of what had happened in the Soviet was just breaking mingled with the wonderful sense of spring
and the joy of returning daylight created an eerie atmosphere.
and the knowledge of what had happened in the Soviet was just breaking mingled with the wonderful sense of spring
and the joy of returning daylight created an eerie atmosphere.
Looking back at the time I also realize how much it created change and breakdown in the Soviet Union.
Today Chernobyl has become a tourist attraction, the nearby town Pripyat is both a time-capsule back to the old
Soviet, a stark post-apocalyptic place and a reminder how nature can reclaim what has been taken by humans.
Soviet, a stark post-apocalyptic place and a reminder how nature can reclaim what has been taken by humans.
I love the contradictions around this, at the same time Nuclear Power is needed for us to counter carbon emission
that is probably much more dangerous than the radiation pollution that has been emitted.
that is probably much more dangerous than the radiation pollution that has been emitted.
Maybe the fact that death from radiation is so much more immediate, as well as its link to cancer and genetic
disorder which seems so much worse than the seemingly increase if death from natural causes that is tied to
the fossil fuel industry.
disorder which seems so much worse than the seemingly increase if death from natural causes that is tied to
the fossil fuel industry.
I am not expecting you to go fully activist on this prompt, but rather make your fear of the unknown deaths
that’s linked to breathing and eating. If you want to be specific and focus on Chernobyl and the breakdown
of Soviet Union that is also fine with me, but remember that the failure of the systems was the result of
corruption, which is not only a communist problem. It’s a human problem.
that’s linked to breathing and eating. If you want to be specific and focus on Chernobyl and the breakdown
of Soviet Union that is also fine with me, but remember that the failure of the systems was the result of
corruption, which is not only a communist problem. It’s a human problem.
If you prefer to talk about the fear of a nuclear war that is also fine by me.
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