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January 12, 1928
**excerpt from Alexia's private journal**
I was able to attend a fascinating lecture given by  Friar Julius Arthur Nieuwland at Simtre Dame University. I attended as a junior researcher alongside my fellow scientists. I should be thankful that I was even allowed to go, but I'm still insulted that I wasn't listed as a scientist or even by my degree. Women, apparently, don't have the mental capacity for such things. Dr. Bolton was instrumental in ensuring that I attended which I am thankful for.
**excerpt from Alexia's research notebook**
Nieuwland has managed to produce divinyl acetylene. His knowledge of acetylene chemsitry is unmatched. Divinyl acetylene is a jelly that firms into an elastic compound very similar to rubber when passed over sulfur dichloride. My plants produce a rubbery gum naturally, what is the difference? I believe the plants take a simpler approach. Maybe instead of divinyl we should look at a monovinyl acetylene and see if it reacts differently to other chemicals.
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Article originally published on poetryfoundation.org
PAUL CELAN
23rd November 1920–20th April 1970
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Paul Celan was born Paul Antschel in Czernovitz, Romania, to a German-speaking Jewish family. His surname was later spelled Ancel, and he eventually adopted the anagram Celan as his pen name. In 1938 Celan went to Paris to study medicine, but returned to Romania before the outbreak of World War II. During the war Celan worked in a forced labor camp for 18 months; his parents were deported to a Nazi concentration camp. His father most likely died of typhus and his mother was shot after being unable to work. After escaping the labor camp, Celan lived in Bucharest and Vienna before settling in Paris. Celan was familiar with at least six languages, and fluent in Russian, French, and Romanian. In Paris, he taught German language and literature at L’École Normale Supérieure and earned a significant portion of his income as a translator, translating a wide range of work, from Robert Frost, Marianne Moore, and Emily Dickinson to Arthur Rimbaud, Antonin Artaud, and Charles Baudelaire. His own work has been translated into English numerous times and by several noted poets and translators including Michael Hamburger, Rosmarie Waldrop, Heather McHugh, John Felstiner, and Pierre Joris.
Though he lived in France and was influenced by the French surrealists, he wrote his own poetry in German. His first collection of poems, Sand from the Urns, was published in Vienna in 1948; his second collection, Poppy and Memory (Mohn und Gedaechtnis, 1952), brought him critical acclaim. Katherine Washburn, his translator, noted in her introduction to Last Poems (1986): “The title of this book [Poppy and Memory] pointed with a fine vividness to the central predicament of Celan’s poetry—the unstable and dangerous union between Paul Celan, caught early in that sensual music of the Surrealists, pure poet of the intoxicating line, and Paul Ancel, heir and hostage to the most lacerating of human memories.”
While Celan is perhaps best known for his poem “Death Fugue” (or “Todesfuge”), it is not necessarily representative of his later work. Reviewing the 1981 publication Paul Celan: Poems in the New York Times, Rika Lesser said the poem’s “richly sonic, dactylic lines (spoken by the inmates of a camp), while typical of Celan's mastery of form, content, texture and sound, are hardly indicative of the direction his composition would later take.” As his career continued, Celan worked to “purge his poems of readymade contexts - whether historical, traditional or explicitly religious. The late poems still abound in allusions - private, hermeneutic, esoteric - but increasingly each poem becomes and creates its own context and the context within which Celan's other poems must be read.”
This transformation has much to do with the language in which Celan wrote. As Shoshana Olidort notes in her Chicago Tribune review of Breathturn Into Timestead: Collected Later Poetry of Paul Celan (trans. by Pierre Joris and published by FSG, 2014), Celan was “a Holocaust survivor, [who] wrote in German, his mother tongue and also the language of his mother's murderers … As a German-speaking Jewish survivor living in France, Celan harbored feelings of intense estrangement from the language and thus set about creating his own language through what Joris eloquently describes as a “dismantling and rewelding” of German. The result, Olidort writes, “is arguably even darker than his earlier poems with their direct references to the Shoah. For Celan, darkness is not willed obscurity, rather, the poem comes out of lived experience and is "born dark.”
Celan received the Bremen Prize for German Literature in 1958 and the Georg Buchner Prize in 1960. He suffered from depression and committed suicide in 1970.
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BIBLIOGRAPHY
Poetry Collections
The Sand from the Urns (Der Sand aus den Urnen, 1948).
Poppy and Memory (Mohn und Gedächtnis, 1952).
From Threshold to Threshold (Von Schwelle zu Schwelle, 1955).
Speechwicket / Speech Grille (Sprachgitter, 1959).
The No-One's-Rose (Die Niemandsrose, 1963).
Breathturn (Atemwende, 1967).
Threadsuns / Twinesuns / Fathomsuns (Fadensonnen, 1968).
Lightduress (Lichtzwang, 1970).
Snow Part [posthumous] (Schneepart, 1971).
Timestead / Homestead of Time [posthumous] (Zeitgehöft, 1976) .
Translations in English
Breathturn into Timestead: The Collected Later Poetry: A Bilingual Edition, translated by Pierre Joris, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2014.
Corona: Selected Poems of Paul Celan, translated by Susan H. Gillespie, Station Hill Press of Barrytown, 2013.
From Threshold to Threshold, translated by David Young, Marick Press, 2010.
Snow Part, translated by Ian Fairley, Sheep Meadow Press, 2007.
Threadsuns, translated by Pierre Joris, Green Integer, 2005.
Lightduress, translated by Pierre Joris, Green Integer, 2004.
Paul Celan: Selections, edited and with an introduction by Pierre Joris, University of California Press, 2004.
Romanian Poemsi, translated by Julian Semilian and Sanda Agalidi, Green Integer, 2003.
Fathomsuns and Benighted, translated by Ian Fairley, Sheep Meadow Press, 2001.
Poems of Paul Celan: A Bilingual German/English Edition, Revised Edition, translated by Michael Hamburger, Persea Books, 2002.
Selected Poems and Prose of Paul Celan, edited and translated by John Felstiner, W.W. Norton & Co., 2000.
Glottal Stop: 101 Poems, translated by Nikolai B. Popov and Heather McHugh, Wesleyan University Press, 2000.
Breathturn, translated by Pierre Joris, Green Integer, 1995.
Collected Prose, edited by Rosmarie Waldrop, Sheep Meadow, 1986.
Last Poems, translated by Katharine Washburn and Margret Guillemin, North Point Press, 1986.
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September 20, 1927
Dearest Sister,
I am so excited to write you that Alexia has given birth to twins, again! It makes one wonder if there is something in the water over at that SulPont factory...
I worry about Alexia, though, she's not the same after the pregnancy. This one was much harder than the last one. She's insiting that she's fine, but I do worry. We've name the babies Ruth Rose and Joseph Earl. Mary is curious about her new siblings, but Frank seems to care not one wit that he's a big brother now. Thank goodness for our nanny. She's a godsend with two sets of twins now.
How are things with you, Otho, and Lizbeth? I saw a review of a recent show of yours. I do hope that you're not singing at one of those speak-easy's we used to sneak into. You have a family to think of, but I'm glad you're doing something that makes you happy. I hope to see you and the family at Christmas.
Your loving brother,
Walter
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Things were going well for the family as they settled into their new lives in Covemoor. Alexia was working her writing skills so that she could write better scientific papers and grants. SulPont was a rewarding but demanding job. She found herself constantly learning new things and she enjoyed it. She looked forward to telling Walter everything about her day. Walter was trying to advance further into the ranks of the store, but he was struggling. He was having a harder and harder time with his emotions. He kept dreaming about the war and the horrors he'd seen. At Alexia's insistence, he began keeping a journal to help organize those chaotic thoughts. He also also picked up his woodworking tools. He found that wielding them to make something useful helped ease his anxiousness and quiet his brain. The twins were growing splendidly, especially with the help of their nanny, Justine.
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However, just before the dawn of the new year, Alexia started feeling tired and her clothes were starting to get tight. She came to the awful realization that she was with child again. She sat down with Walter one night and told him the news. He was excited, she was not. She told him of her worries and how this might affect her work. The men she worked with already thought of her as less than them and her bearing a child would only add to that. Walter soothed his wife's worries as best he could, but he couldn't help but wonder if her brains were overshadowed by her gender. It shouldn't be - Alexia was the smartest person he knew, but he also knew how the world worked.
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Walter and Alexia married on a beautifully overcast day in May. They hadn't wanted a lot of fanfare, so they eloped at the courthouse and then had a lovely wedding luncheon at the Fitzroy. Walter's entire family came out for the occasion (Josephine looked especially fine decked out in her finery). Alexia felt the twinge of regret as she had no family there, but Margaret and Thomas made sure to make her feel welcome. Walter was glad Margaret and Otho were able to come out with little Elizabeth. The baby was 5months old now and her parents were so proud of her. Thomas was reveling in being a grandfather. Walter worried about his sister and Otho and how they were getting by, but Margaret assured him that Otho was able to make a decent wage despite his challenges and she was singing in a local lounge every now and again when they needed some extra money. Walter hugged his sister close as Alexia and he left. He was going to miss her when she went back to Havre de Grace.
"I'm so glad you finally said yes. All of today was wonderful, but this - right here- is my favorite part." Walter said as he pulled his new bride closer as he danced with her in their apartment.
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6 short months after the meeting with Mr. Ennis, Alexia was going to finally be able to present her work and ideas on how she could help SulPont move forward. She'd taken every spare moment she could to refine her research on gum trees and rubber plants.
That morning she'd taken extra care with her routine and practiced what she was going to say in the mirror. She dressed in her smartest pantsuit and headed across the bridge towards the offices of SulPont. She hoped that she looked as confident as she felt.
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April 3, 1923
**excerpt from Alexia's diary**
I envy all the women who breeze through their pregnancies. I am sick as a dog all the time. All the women who I've talked to said that their queasiness subsided after the first three months but I'm well past that and I'm still hurling up my toenails. I dislike this whole endeavor. The only bright spot is feeling the little monster move inside me. Sometimes I swear it's got 8 limbs but that doesn't make sense, it must just be it pressing around and my body pressing back. We've started discussing names - if it's a boy I think we've decided on Frank Lewis and for a girl, we've settled on Mary Virginia for Walter's recently departed dear, Aunt Virginia.
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In late September, the Waldrop family found themselves standing at the edge of their new home. It was a quite steep hill, but there was a pond in front that was fed by the creek behind the house.
It'd been an adventure for the whole family, riding in a car, packing up all their belongings, and driving the short distance to Covemoor. Walter was so excited that he'd forgotten all about Frank's diaper when he lifted him onto his shoulders. As they gazed up at the house, Walter was excited for what was in store. He glanced upon each of his family, trying to take a picture with his mind so that he may never forget this moment. Little Mary whose red hair and freckles so reminded him of his mother gazed back at him. He could feel Frank's fingers in his hair, and Alexia - looking as serene and composed as she always tried to be. Yes, things were looking up.
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One July afternoon, Alexia and Walter found themselves being able to enjoy a quiet afternoon. Alexia had been waiting for just this moment. "What do you think of Covemoor?"
"Covemoor? I played ball there once as a kid, but honestly I don't recall much of it. It's somewhat near Gorham, but lower along the mountains. Why?"
"Well...," Alexia paused, searching for just the right words," there's a house there. I saw an advertisement for it in the paper and it's close to the SulPont offices."
"How are we going to afford...Wait...What?! Did SulPont come through?"
"YES!" Both of them threw their arms up in delight, mindful of the sleeping tyrants in the other room. "They came through in such a big way. I know that the paper I wrote had mixed reviews. The science was there but my writing skill could be improved, but that combined with how I did during all those interviews convinced them! They have offered me my own lab! Well, half of my own lab. I will be running it alongside another scientist."
"Well, I guess we're moving to Covemoor! How soon? We're going to need a car, because my job is here. It's going to be a bit of a trek every day but worth it!"
"Everything should be settled in 3 months time. I was doing some figuring that whatever we can't afford we could just finance with credit. With both of our jobs and your salesman ways, I'm sure we could get enough to live life comfortably."
"I'm sure we can figure it all out. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart! I knew you would get the job. Those dunderheads just took their time about it."
"I'm going to start figuring out just what needs to be done over the next several months," she said as she disappeared into her office.
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March 5, 1925
**excerpt from Alexia's diary**
I love my children. I really do. I mean it, but sometimes I just don't like them! I never have any time to myself and I know that I shouldn't expect much time to myself given that we've got twins, but I DON'T HAVE ANY TIME TO MYSELF. Frank follows me around everywhere. He will not entertain himself as Mary does. He needs constant attention and if he's not getting it from me, he cries - incessantly.
Walter, bless him, is trying. Having had younger sisters, he knows what to do with young children and is seemingly nonplussed by all of it. I know that this might be an unfair characterization of him as he has his own struggles, but does he have to make it look easy?!
I was glad to be able to speak to Walter about my frustrations at the table the other day, and he was so patient and understanding. He asked if part of my issue was that SulPont has yet to get back to me, even though I've been to their office three damn times now. I had to take a breath and tell him that that might be part of it, but it's also that I can't seem to get anything accomplished with my research. Some days all I do is clean up one mess after another and by the time they finally settle down; I need to start on dinner and then after eating I'm too exhausted to do anything but lay my head down. Walter did mention hiring someone to care for the children if SulPont comes through. I told him that if SulPont comes through, I want a bigger house and the nanny. He chuckled and promised that he'd do his best.
**As a mom - these feelings are very real, valid, and do not make you a bad mom. Kids are hard. Toddlers are demanding little tyrants who can't communicate effectively but have a temper of a blasting cap - and you are always wrong (according to them). As moms, we feel that there is an unrealistic expectation that we always have our shit together and you know what - it's ok if we don't. It's ok if the kids only ate PBJs and ran around naked. It's ok if you walk away for a moment and take a breath while they scream their heads off because they can't reach something that is 6" from them. You're doing a good job, and luckily toddlers don't remember most of the perceived injusitices done to them at this age.
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1925 dawned and brought with it another change to the Waldrop household. The twins outgrew their cribs, so Walter and Alexia moved them into proper little beds. Alexia also convinced Walter to do a little more rearranging in the apartment. They were feeling the pinch of space as the twins' beglongings began encroaching on the living areas, but unless SulPont came through then they were going to have to come up with another plan. Walter was assistant manager at the store now, but even so his paychecks were still being stretched.
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No good news is never followed by more good news. A week after that momentous meeting with Mr. Ennis, Walter is informed that his father has passed.
Walter and Alexia agreed that only he should go as the twins were still too young to easily travel with. Walter boarded the train in Wickbury and headed to Dartford to meet up with Josephine. The pair continued onto Gorham where they met up with Margaret and Otho. Sadie was waiting for them all and kindly opened up her home to the siblings.
Josephine informed everyone that Mildred would not be able to make the trip as she'd been stricken with pneumonia. She had the unlucky misfortune to inform them all that there would probably be another funeral in the near future.
They gathered around their parents' graves and silently mourned their passing. The one bright spot was that Thomas was back with beloved Daisy.
Thomas acheived in his lifetime the Best Club Ever aspiration by leading the Brotherhood of Railroader Trainmen. He led protests and petitioned the railroad company for more safety practices and better pay. He reached the top of the railroader career and retired with a very handsome pension which is bequeathed to his children. He is survived by 4 children; Walter, Margaret, Mildred, and Josephine; and three grandchildren; Elizabeth, Mary, and Frank. He was preceded in death by his beloved wife, Daisy.
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In the spring of 1924, Walter was headed home when he was stopped on the street by a somewhat familiar face. Walter couldn't place the man's face, but he knew that he knew him.
"How's your wife and baby? Did everything go smoothly," the man inquired. At the confusion on Walter's face, he continued, "You don't remember me, do you? You flagged me down the night your wife was in labor. I drove you to the hospital." Walter's face instantly changed with the reminder of just who this man was.
"Oh my gracious! I'm so sorry that I didn't remember. You looked familiar, but for the life of me I coudln't place your face. Thank you so much for your kindness that night," Walter gushed in gratitude, "My wife and children are doing well and everything went as expected."
"I'm sorry...did you say children? Was there more than one?"
"Yes, she had twins! A girl and a boy. It was quite a suprise." Their conversation continued for some moments more before the gentleman remembered to introduce himself, again.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Reece Ennis. I work over at SulPont."
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"SulPont? That's a nice gig. My wife would love to be able to use their research facilities. She's a biologist with a penchant for botany. She's convinced that some gum or rubber plant can make some new material."
"Does she know," Reece rubbed in chin in interest, "Does she have a degree? How long has she been researching this?"
"She does. She earned her degree from Foxbury Women's College, and she's been exploring this idea of hers for several years now. She gets so excited about it."
"Does she have any research she could share or would she be will to present her findings to my colleauges? There might be a job in it if she can impress my supervisors. I'm a chemist over there, but there's always room for another scientist."
"I'm sure she could pull something together and knock the socks off your upper management," Walter exclaimed.
"Good. Have her come by the offices next week. I'll set up a time and leave a note with one of our secretaries. It won't be an easy or quick process but if she's as passionate as you say about her work then SulPont should surely be interested." With that the two men shook hands and parted ways. Walter couldn't wait to dash upstairs and tell Alexia. He found her in the twins' room and the words just tumbled out of his mouth rapid succession. Alexia couldn't believe it! She was finally going to get her chance! She threw her arms around her husband and kissed him until they both needed to come up for air.
"Why don't you take this weekend to organize your notes, then take your research to the cafe. Get yourself a coffee and begin writing your paper without distraction from the kids or I."
"Oh Walter! I'm going to write the best paper those men have ever seen! Thank you so much!"
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In the months that followed the birth of the twins, Walter struggled with being a father. He enjoyed being able to soothe them and make them happy but it was the rest of what had come with bringing home twins instead of a single baby that bothered him. They had sold their bed and purchased a used murphy bed. Their bedroom was now the living room during the day. The twins had taken over what had been their bedroom.
"Walter, we need to talk about me not going back to work and staying here with the twins to care for them and I can work on my research," Alexia didn't think easing into such a conversation was the way to approach it with Walter. After speaking the words, she thought differently. Walter's face fell and his eyes clouded with unshed tears. Oh why couldn't he be happy, she thought to herself.
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"This again? You were the one who was worried about money when you first discovered you were pregnant. I told you we'd be ok, but I never expected you to leave your position. How am I supposed to uphold a promise to you when you don't meet me halfway?"
"Did you think people were going to watch our children for free? No one is going to watch our children without some compensation and I don't know that I want anyone but us to watch them. I am not comfortable with hiring some stranger to watch our babies when I can just stay home with them and work on my research."
"It's really all about your research, isn't it? How many times have I come home from a long day's work to find you buried in your work while the children cry?" Walter knew he was being unkind and harsh, but he was so sick and tired of feeling like he was the only one trying to keep everything together. "You don't even cook anymore! Sure you'll bake the occasional batch of cookies or brownies, but that is not a meal!" The children had started fussing again, so Walter left the table to care for them. Holding his children and smelling their scent seemed to always calm him. He loved his children dearly, but he didn't much like how much they'd upended his and Alexia lives.
"Children can cry, Walter! Crying is not going to damage them. In fact, running to them every time they do cry is just going to spoil them and make them expect it. Life is hard and the sooner they learn to accept that then the better," she wailed at him.
"Our children are months old. They can learn about the harsh realities of life when they can process it. Right now, they can be the innocents they are and we should allow them to be. There'll be plenty of time enough to see how the world will take their loved ones from them as if they're no better than leaves falling off a tree every fall."
"You have a very loving and warm family. I know that it wasn't easy for you all the time, but even in times of despair you had each other. Whether you wanted them or not. I had no one. I was 7 years old when I was dumped at that orphanage. I had to fend for myself and I am not any worse off for it." After that outburst, Alexia sobbed into her hands. Walter realized that they were both struggling in different ways.
"I'm sorry, Alexia, I shouldn't have shouted. Why don't we sit down and make a plan that we're both happy with? We will figure this out, we always do, don't we?" Alexia looked at him with a small, watery smile and opened her arms to him.
"Yes, we do always find a way."
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In the predawn hours on a mid-July day, Alexia was gripped with the greatest, most intense pain she'd ever experienced. It wasn't pain like when you burn yourself on a stove burner, this was pressure and clenching in her midsection. She woke Walter and he sprung into action.
He got her dressed and helped her down the stairs to the street below. Thankfully, there was a passing car that stopped and took them to the hospital.
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After many, many hours of labor and an even greater amount of effort on Alexia's part - Mary Virginia and Frank Lewis were born 12 minutes apart. Alexia and Walter were ecstatic to have two healthy babies, but Walter worried that their small apartment was going to feel even smaller now and he wouldn't be able to keep his promise to Alexia.
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