Sam Jones in Madrid Spain
was not long into the first wave of the Covid pandemic when the poet
and hospital laundry worker Begoña M Rueda realised there wasn’t quite
enough room on the public pedestal for all those who worked in the country’s over-stretched and often under-resourced health system.
“At eight, people step on to their balconies to applaud / the labours of
the doctors and the nurses / but few applaud the labours of the woman
who sweeps and mops the hospital / or of those of us who wash the linen
of the infected / with our bare hands,” Rueda writes in one of the poems
that makes up her latest collection. Laundry Service, which won this year’s prestigious Hiperión poetry prize,
is a raw, harrowing, angry, tender, and sometimes funny, dispatch from
the sweltering, invisible realm of washers, dryers, detergents and body
fluids.
The first half of the book deals with the pandemic as seen from the laundry room of the Hospital Punta Europa
in the Andalucían city of Algeciras, where the 29-year-old poet has
worked since 2019. The second, written before Covid hit, explores the
unsung lives of the people who work in it and other laundries.
“I wanted to look not just at the pain and suffering that the pandemic has
brought, but also at the joy of the people who have managed to beat the
virus and recover,” Rueda said.
“I also wanted to draw people’s attention to the working-class job of working in
a laundry. Traditionally, some people have looked down on it as a job,
and I also wanted to empower the women who do it – and it is
overwhelmingly a job done by women, although that’s beginning to
change.”
‘Poetry makes me a more humane and humble person’: Begoña M Rueda.
The Covid-era poems are full of the dread and fear of the early days of the
pandemic – a dread and fear that is quickly normalised as Rueda notices
the shrouds piling up, waits, belatedly, to be issued with a face
covering – “a paper muzzle to stop us barking death at each other” – and
watches as a truckload of soldiers disinfects the entire hospital but
forgets to fumigate the laundry “as if the linen washes itself”.
The poem about the soldiers, said Rueda, “is totally true from the first
verse to the last. The soldiers turned up, parked their truck at the
door of the laundry and disinfected every bit of the hospital except our
part. Then they split. It was humiliating”.
In the second half of the book, the anger and incredulity give way to a
series of poignant reflections on her job and its meaning. In one, Rueda
irons children’s pyjamas and wonders whether the last person to wear
the blue pair has been discharged. In another, she catches a trace of
perfume as she folds a pyjama top and remembers that those facing death
sometimes brush their hair and put on cologne “as if dying was just
another one of all those Sunday morning walks”.
“You can disinfect linen and wash it at really high temperatures, but
sometimes you can still smell the perfume, and you wonder how that’s
possible,” said Rueda. “There’s a humanity that clings to the sheets and
sometimes you can’t wash that away.”
From time to time, Rueda’s gaze moves past the door of the laundry and takes in the “horizon-shredding” Rock of Gibraltar and the straits that are “a motorway of narco-boats and a graveyard for the migrants and refugees who try to cross from north Africa in their tiny craft.
Other poems chronicle the lives of her co-workers as they clock off after a
long day’s work only to go home, wash more clothes and wait on their
families.The aim of the poems is to make the reader feels what Rueda feels in the laundry – and to provide a record of the pandemic.
“The laundry’s right opposite the morgue and I saw coffin after coffin after
coffin,” she said. “I just hope that people who read this collection in
the future will see how we lived through this pandemic and how we
survived it. We can’t forget, otherwise history will repeat itself.”
The judges of the Hiperión prize, the seventh award Rueda’s poetry has
received, said Laundry Service “abjures adornment and artifice to create
a humane poetry about illness in general and the after-effects of the
pandemic in particular”.
Rueda, who had to abandon her Spanish language and literature studies for economic
reasons, said while the prizes were welcome, they were a spur rather
than a goal. “The aim is to sit down and write, and enjoy it.
Poetry makes me a more humane and humble person and brings me closer to my own
spirituality. Those are the things that make me happy. If I can
transmit that to other people and if they can enjoy it and if it helps
them look at life differently, then that’s the real prize.”
Despite – or perhaps because of – all the recognition her work receives, Rueda
often has to deal with snotty questions from people keen to know why a
poet is working in a laundry.
“That really used to get to me,” she said. “But then you just laugh at the ignorance
of some people. We really need to understand that doing a certain job
doesn’t make you a better, or worse, poet. And we also need to
understand that being a poet doesn’t make you a better, or worse,
worker. We’re all equal. We’re all born; we all die.”
Extract: 23 March 2020,
The Shrouds Are Piling Up in Cardboard Boxes.
The shrouds are piling up in cardboard boxes
by the bathroom door.
They’re the only hospital linen
that isn’t washed after use
Like everything else these days
they come in plastic,
ready to meet death like factory-baked goods,
wrapped and straight to the void.
You wonder who makes the shrouds
what cold machine sews and packs them
ready to cover any of the bodies that lie in the morgue
For my shroud I’d like my mother’s hands, to die before her
and to lie once more in her womb,
to be a little girl again and have no idea
that in hospital laundries
death piles up in cardboard boxes
next to the toilets.
(From Laundry Service by Begoña M Rueda, published by Hiperión)
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