Joanna Kavenna
The Birth of Love

… There is neither a here nor a beyond, but the great unity in which the beings that surpass us, the ‘angels’, are at home … We of the here and now are not for a moment hedged in the time world, nor confined within it … we are incessantly flowing over and over to those who preceded us …

RAINER MARIA RILKE

It is blessed to behold thee — come to the one who loveth thee! Come to the one who loveth thee, oh thou who art beautiful …

LAMENT OF ISIS

To my parents and my brother, with love …

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The year is 1865 and Ignaz Semmelweis is dragged along the corridor though he struggles violently, kicks and shouts.

At one point he forces himself out of their arms and starts to run.

Then they seize him again, and this time they beat him, so hard he thinks they might kill him.

There is a foot stamping on him from above.

He is choking on blood.

The Vienna General Hospital will vouch for me, he is try ing to tell them. I have many powerful friends in Vienna, but then he remembers no one will vouch for him.

He is alone and they have tied his arms. They throw him into a room. A room stinking of human fear and sweat and dung, with a man somewhere crying, I am the Christ. I am the Christ.

The year is 2153 and Prisoner 730004 is forced into a cell. She wonders if everyone else has been captured. Or if they are dead already. ‘This is for your own protection,’ says a guard, as he thumps her in the spine, so she falls to the ground. Then he locks the door against her, though she runs to the grille and begs him to release her. She hears his footsteps fading away.

The year is 2009 and Brigid feels the birthing pains deep within her and knows it has begun …

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