Showing posts with label NHS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NHS. Show all posts

Friday, 20 October 2023

Kim Wiltshire, "NHS Verbatim Poems"



Dr Kim Wiltshire is a scriptwriter and fiction writer, with much of her creative work being political, issue-based or exploring health and well-being. Plays include: Polarised (2004 – Burnley Youth Theatre), about the 2001 race riots (later adapted as a film for schools); The Loser (2009) for Scenepool at Camden People’s Theatre; Sing When You’re Winning (2010) for Bolton Octagon; Joy With Child (2010) for Organised Chaos in Manchester (shortlisted for the 2009 Bruntwood Prize); Triple The Price Of Fruitcake as part of the Come Closer event at the Royal Exchange (2015). Short films include Living To Die for Let's Go Global/Mothers Against Violence and Transitions for Lime and the CF Unit. In 2014, supported by Bolton Octagon and Arts Council England, with Paul Hine she toured Project XXX, a multimedia play, and in Autumn 2017, The Value of Nothing, directed by Joyce Branagh, toured the North West and the Midlands. Both plays have been published by Aurora Metro.

In December 2015 her book, Writing For Theatre: Creative and Critical Approaches, was published by Palgrave Macmillan (now with Bloomsbury Academic) and in September 2018 the book she co-edited and co-wrote with Billy Cowan, Scenes from the Revolution, was published by Pluto Press. She has also had various academic articles, essays and short stories published. 

In 2022 she became a British Academy Innovation Fellow, working with the arts team of Manchester University NHS Foundation Trust (MFT), known as Lime, to explore ways of embedding the arts into healthcare settings. 


About NHS Verbatim Poems, by Kim Wiltshire and Caro C

NHS Verbatim Poems is one of the projects that came out of the British Academy Fellowship. Working with musician and sound artist Caro C, Kim interviewed a range of nurses both onsite at Manchester Royal Infirmary and across the city with the District Nurses. Using a range of questions, Kim and Caro formed the interviews into ‘poems’ using the clips from the recorded interviews, with Caro adding original music to these pieces often using found sounds from the working environment. At time of writing, there are three poems with a fourth planned for 2024. The poems can be found here.  

One Day, One Ward was showcased on the BBC Arts and Idea podcast (BBC Radio 3 - Arts & Ideas, New Thinking: Writing the NHS) and two of the poems formed part of an immersive dance theatre piece of the 2023 Being Human Festival in Liverpool, Be My Guest, working with Fusion Dance Company. 

The reason we wanted to use verbatim for the poems was because of the truthfulness of what was said in the interviews. As the writer, Kim shaped the words and sentences, formed them into a poem, but the phrases, statements, ideas are those that came from the nurses and healthcare staff we interviewed. Their words can paint a picture of what life is really like as a frontline healthcare worker so clearly, including not only the difficulties of their working life, but their homelives, giving a rounded picture of a whole human being who just happens to do an amazing job, rather than the faceless heroes/angels that the public were encouraged to bang pans for on their doorsteps every Thursday evening during the pandemic. These poems were created to honour and show appreciation for that work. 

Below is the transcript of One day, One Ward.


One Day, One Ward

Today Today Today Today Today Today Today

Today started with having a handover,
There was plenty of staff
Compared to yesterday.
Thereafter, we served breakfast.
I began to do my medications,
I also assisted the support workers.
Personal care,
The way you would care for your parents.

Today, quite a few surprising things happened.
Everything is kind of unexpected.
I got complimented off the matrons for excellent care.
My manager has said she would be very happy to be cared for by me.
A family member was very grateful of our support.
There is always someone who appreciate the little things you make to them.
There is always someone who’s smiling at you for no reason, you know.
That is why I’m in this profession,
I just want to make a difference in the lives of others,
Yeah.

Today the hardest part of my day 
Was trying to fit in seeing every patient that needed to be seen. 
Waiting for linen to come in to be able to get on with work.
Taking the observations of the patients, 
When patients’ families get upset because they’re in hospital.

Today for my break I just had summat to eat and a chill out time.
Cup of tea and my rice crispies.
Surfed a bit of Facebook, just to catch up on what’s going on.
And then I rang my family as well.
In my break, I sat, forgot work and ate tranquilment.

I’ve not eaten anything yet, not had chance today.

Today I haven’t had a break.

Today I heard that some patients passed away 
Before my shift started.
Our wish is to see every one of them go back to their family, you know, 
And when this tends to happen, we really feel it, you know, but …
Afterward, we move on.

We move on.

We move on.

Today I’ve heard call bells, door buzzers, fire alarm,
Patients shouting out.
Lots of interesting conversations between patients,
Shouts, screams, laughter, crying,
Obs machine, the IV fluids.

I’ve heard people smile.

The sound that was the most profound.
The fire alarm go off.
The fire alarm, because someone broke it.
The fire alarm.
The fire alarm went off, where is it, you know, 
Checking the toilets and the bay
To see if there is anyone smoking.
I asked why did you press it? 
He said, I don’t know, it was there.
The fire service, they came in and turned it off.
That was today you know.

Today at the end of the shift,
I would reflect about how the shift has gone.
Change into my regular clothes and then hurry off to the car.
I will go home, kick my shoes off, ask my daughter 
To make me a nice cup of tea. 
And relax.
Relax and watch champions league.
My plan is to make lots of macaroons, 
Coconut macaroons, 
For tomorrow,
For the patients.

Tomorrow I’ll wake up early and get myself ready for work,
Because I’ll be coming back tomorrow.
Probably do pretty much the same thing as what I’ve done today.
Tomorrow is my day off, and I’ve got to wait in for the gasman.
Tomorrow I’m expecting to look similar to today, 
But I’m hoping it will be better.
Tomorrow I’m back again, 
I’m very passionate about my job.
Tomorrow is my day off. 
I’ll look after my children in the morning before they go to school.

Tomorrow? Heh. I come back to work!
And give some macaroons away.

Friday, 18 November 2022

Michael Rosen, "Many Different Kinds of Love"

 

Michael Rosen, photograph by David Levene

Michael Rosen is renowned for his work as a poet, performer, broadcaster and scriptwriter. He is Professor of Children's Literature at Goldsmiths, University of London and visits schools with his one-man show to enthuse children with his passion for books and poetry. In 2007 he was appointed Children's Laureate, a role which he held until 2009. While Laureate, he set up The Roald Dahl Funny Prize. He currently lives in London with his wife and children. His website is here



About Many Different Kinds of Love: A Story of Life, Death and the NHS

Michael Rosen wasn't feeling well. Soon he was struggling to breathe, and then he was admitted to hospital, suffering from coronavirus as the nation teetered on the edge of a global pandemic. 

What followed was months on the wards: six weeks in an induced coma, and many more weeks of rehab and recovery as the NHS saved Michael's life, and then got him back on his feet. 

Combining stunning new prose poems and the moving coronavirus diaries of his nurses, doctors and wife Emma-Louise Williams, and featuring illustrations by Chris Riddell, this is a beautiful book about love, life and the NHS. Each page celebrates the power of community, the importance of kind gestures in dark times, and the indomitable spirits of the people who keep us well. 

You can read more about Many Different Kinds of Love on the publisher's website here. You can read a short review of the book by Lisa Williams on Everybody's Reviewing here. Below, you can read a sample prose poem from the book. 


From Many Different Kinds of Love, by Michael Rosen

The coma keeps secrets.
There is no place for the coma in 
the geography of my memory. 
I can't visit the coma. 
I can't call for it. 
If I try to find it,
if I plead for it to come, 
it doesn't hear. 
Or if it hears, 
it refuses to come out of its cave
and tell me what happened. 
It hangs back in the shadows
forbidding me from 
having a conversation
There isn't even a sign saying:
'This is not a memory.'

Friday, 14 January 2022

Martin Figura, "My Name is Mercy"

 

Martin Figura, photograph by Dave Guttridge


Martin Figura’s collection and show Whistle was shortlisted for the Ted Hughes Award and won the 2013 Saboteur Award for Best Spoken Word Show. Other prizes include the Poetry Society’s 2010 Hamish Canham Prize and runner up in the 2017 RSPB/Rialto Poetry Competition. Shed (Gatehouse Press) and Dr Zeeman’s Catastrophe Machine (Cinnamon Press) were both published in 2016 and a new edition of Whistle (Cinnamon Press) in 2018.  The spoken word show Dr Zeeman’s Catastrophe Machine, was shortlisted in the 2018 Saboteur Awards. He lives in Norwich with Helen Ivory and sciatica. Together during lockdown, they began hosting Live from The Butchery Zoom readings with leading guest poets, winning the Saboteur Best Regular Spoken Word Night 2021 Award. In 2021, Martin was Salisbury NHS Writer in Residence, resulting in publication in The Guardian, inclusion on the Poetry Archive and a pamphlet with Fair Acre Press. His next full collection As Far as I’m Concerned is due out with Cinnamon Press in 2023. His website is here




About My Name is Mercy
 
The Salisbury NHS Trust commissioned award-winning poet Martin Figura in March of this year to interview staff from across the Trust, exploring how it felt to be at the frontline of the pandemic response. This has resulted in an emotional collection of poems, titled My Name is Mercy, also the title of a poem based on one of the series of reports that BBC’s Mark Urban produced for the Newsnight programme.  
 
The life and work of staff in an out of the hospital form the subject matter of the poems, including experiencing Salisbury during lockdown and using horse riding to help cope with the stress and mental challenges of the pandemic, and the poet’s own experience undertaking this project.

Oscar-winning actress, and patron of The Stars Appeal, Olivia Colman, has read two of the newly-commissioned poems. Olivia Colman reads the poem "Fifth Season" that is based on a patient's true story and "Nightshift," which has recently been chosen by Poetry Archive Now as one of the poems of 2021. The poem "Ridge Line," read by the poet Martin Figura, reflects on the very personal experiences of one staff member, Lizzie Swift, and her horse Drum. You can listen to these poems here, here and here
 
Stacey Hunter, CEO of Salisbury NHS Foundation Trust said: "We all truly have been through an experience like no other in the history of the NHS. The emotional and inspiring poems in My Name is Mercy capture the psychological challenges that our staff faced in working through the pandemic and coping as best they could at work and in their personal lives."
 
Martin Figura said: "Thank you to everyone who made this project happen. I am especially grateful to those who gave me their time to be interviewed. The lasting impact of the pandemic on their lives was palpable and deeply affecting. I hope the poems go some way towards honouring the experiences and sacrifice of the staff, those they cared for and their loved ones."
 
The project was made possible with funding from the hospital’s League of Friends and The Stars Appeal charities.
 
You can see more details about My Name is Mercy on the publisher's website here. Below, you can read two poems from the collection. 


From My Name is Mercy, by Martin Figura


On Being Interviewed by a Poet

How was it for you, this past year, was it: 

river swimming in lead diving-boots 
or walking in snow, blizzard blind, 
was it the Mojave Desert with an 
empty map, was it a cumbersome 
suitcase and a broken lock, was it 
line-dancing in purple crocs, a flock 
of sea gulls at a chip shop bin, was it 
windowless and continuous, a mouthful 
of salt, was it burning car tyres, pliers 
and teeth, was it blood dripped into milk, 
an alien abduction from a New Forest 
glade, sackcloth, shackles, ashes and shale, 
was it a skeleton clock, a pickaxe, a mule, 
a gilded mirror in flames, was it déjà vu 
after déjà vu, was it Nova Scotia in fall, 
an abandoned mineshaft in Wales, was it 
Easter lilies left to rot, bloodhounds barking 
in a parking lot, was it a cold metal bridle?  

Tell me in your own words was it difficult, 
are you exhausted, what are your hopes, 
what do you do to unwind?  

My Name is Mercy

Morning my darling, my name is Mercy
I'm your nurse for today, how are you?
Today is the nineteenth of January,
the sun is breaking through.

I'm your nurse for today, how are you?
The outlook should be positive,
the sun is breaking through.
Your wife knows you're here, she sends her love.

The outlook should be positive,
you're doing well, you’re safe, you're really safe.
Your wife knows you're here, she sends her love.
Would you like us to phone your wife?

You're doing well, you’re safe, you're really safe,
if you can hear me, squeeze my hand.
Would you like us to phone your wife?
It is difficult, I understand.

If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.
Today is the nineteenth of January,
it is difficult, I understand.
Morning my darling, my name is Mercy