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PART 5: THE NUCLEAR AGE |
Apocalypse D J Enright From a Berlin tourist brochure: It soothes the savage doubts. After the Newer Apocalypse, very few members A civilisation vindicated, And the ten-tongued mammoth larks, One day, a reed-warbler stepped on him by accident.
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INDEX the first world war
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INFORMATION HISTORY People already knew enough about radioactivity to understand that its effects were dangerous. Science fiction writers had already begun imagining the kind of effects it could have, creating mutations in humans and animals. America's nuclear attacks on Japan revealed something of what radiation would do. The uranium bomb which devastated Hiroshima on August 6 1945 was not the only nuclear bomb. On August 9, a US bomber aircraft dropped a plutonium bomb (nicknamed 'Fat Man') on Nagasaki, thus exposing a second community to several kinds of death, some of them slow. Fears of genetic malformation were justified. Children of surviving pregnant mothers exposed to radiation were noticeably affected. Some were unusually small at birth. Almost all have had one or more disorders of eyesight, brain, liver or lungs. As for their parents, many developed leukaemia and other cancers. The Hiroshima death-toll reached 190,000 in the 1990s. There are still 'hibakusha' (maimed survivors), who are still suffering. Many hibakusha have also had to endure being outcasts of society: employers haven't wanted workers who were sick, and non-hibakusha men and women have avoided relationships with them for fear of catching disease or bearing malformed children. The effects of war are very long-term. IDEAS Because of the poet's 'tone of voice', we can't be convinced that he is comforted by the activities that resumed after the war. Why isn't he? Because no amount of reconstruction replaces what has been destroyed? Or, as the rest of the poem suggests, because almost immediately after the war hugely destructive atom bombs were dropped? What sticks in the poet's throat is that 'civilised' activities - music, painting, writing - seem to be thought more important than people. Despite the stench of corpses, the orchestra plays beautiful music - 'so that's all right, then,' the tourist brochure seems to say. The poet writes his own bitter sci-fi story - has his own 'revelation' - of the future human beings are on their way to create. At the end of it, there are no humans left. Still, the sounds of gigantic birds, insects, frogs continue: a sort of music. 'So that's all right, then,' the poet seems to say, but with savage irony. Is this poem an attack on civilisation? Only in the sense that it's about an attack on it. Civilisation is nothing without the people who create it and respond to it. And civilisation is always a victim of the barbaric practices of war. |
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