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Rhythms of life
Without a doubt, the school teacher who had the most profound effect on me was my sixth form English teacher. He had the ability to excite enthusiasm for the kind of knowledge that at first seems innately boring. So I came away from his lessons with, among other things, a lifelong fascination with poetic metre and rhythm.
Metre and rhythm, he taught, are not the same. Metre is the implacable drum beat that underlies any piece of verse (excepting some modern poetry). Rhythm is the actual pattern of conversational stress that you hear when the verse is spoken aloud. Sometimes the two coincide, but when they do not, the effect can be striking. To give an obvious example, the metre that lies behind most Shakespearean verse is as follows:
- Ti TUM ti TUM ti TUM ti TUM ti TUM
- To BE or NOT to BE, that IS the QUEST.
- To BE or NOT to BE, THAT is the QUEStion.
There is another analogy worth pointing out between poetry and medicine. The favoured metre of English poetryiambic pentameterexactly reproduces normal human heart sounds, counted on the five fingers of one hand:
- Lup DUP lup DUP lup DUP lup DUP lup DUP.
- Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
- Look there, look there!
- Look there, look there!
It is also worth remembering that the distinction between poetry and prose is, in any case, a somewhat artificial one. Poetic rhythms can diverge so far from any recognizable metre that they turn into free verse. Conversely, prose can become raised to the density and regularity of poetry. Remarkably, researchers in Glasgow have noticed that the latter phenomenon occurs in the speech of terminally ill patients, and they have demonstrated this by writing out some of their patient's stories in verse (Murray S, et al. I knew ... Br J Gen Pract 2001; 51:7767). The following stanza comes from a recording they made of a lung cancer sufferer, as he describes the moment his consultant told him the diagnosis:
- He said
- Well,
- He said,
- I'm not going
- To beat about the bush
- He said
- You've got
- A tumour in there
- And a blockage,
- And it's cancerous
- He didn't mess
- He just told me
- There and then.
- Well,
Literary critics tell us that no text is ever entirely original; knowingly or not, each one refers back to prior texts and a prior traditiona process known as intertextuality. So from the mouth of this dying Glaswegian we hear the unflinching directness of a Jeremiah or an Ezekiel. Perhaps if we listen to our patients carefully when they speak to us in clinics and on the wards, we may also hear echoes of Milton, Homer, the Mahabharata or the Epic of Gilgamesh.
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