The Ring, part 2

In 1865 another chemist presented Kekule’s discovery to the Chemical Society in Paris. At the time, chemists debated the existence of atoms; they had no inkling of electrons. They knew particles came together into molecules, and that the shapes of molecules mattered to the resulting material, but how and why fueled fierce controversy.[i]

Wet reactions in the lab had long ago revealed the composition of benzene—six parts carbon to six hydrogen. But this did nothing to explain its strange reactions. Kekule had been led by a previous vision of dancing figures to the idea of valence—that atoms of certain types always bond to the same number of other atoms: hydrogen to one, oxygen to two, carbon to four. He dealt with benzene by imagining alternating single and double bonds between the carbons, but that left two bonds extra. Inspired by his vision, he connected them to form a circle.[ii]

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Kekule had found the key to a new world of molecules; the revelation launched a thousand chemists in search of plunder.

Benzene, like all organic molecules, depends on the special properties of carbon: It links easily to itself and other atoms, but once connected, its bonds remain relatively stable. It takes shape easily but also holds its shape — the essence of plasticity. This makes carbon ideal for forming and the reforming complex molecules living beings require — and for building new molecules in the laboratory.

Already a few lucky experimenters had grown rich off accidental products from derivatives of benzene. Kekule’s vision gave chemists the power to predict exactly how the molecule would act. Atoms left the world of ideas, of philosophic speculation, and became a set of parts to be manipulated into useful structures. No more feeling around in the dark. Chemists could finally “see” what they were doing.[iii]

But Kekule’s ring did not explain all the mysteries of benzene. It remained more stable than its shape could account for. He missed an important feature of his vision — the snake was alive, it whirled in constant motion.

In the 1930s, Linus Pauling proposed a new idea: the electrons that form the bonds never appear in a single place but shift constantly among the carbons, causing the molecule to oscillate. The ring shape in constant motion gives benzene its stability. It never takes a single form, flashing on and off like a ghost among all of its potential states. Pauling called this resonance, from the Latin word for echo.[iv]

The benzene ring vibrates in the cells of every living being: plant, animal, human and their fossilized and liquefied remains—coal and oil. Ripped and scraped out of earth, coal fueled the smoking factories; benzene split from coal fueled the labs, giving rise to entirely new species of molecules.

Chemists bolted these creatures together, and out of their test tubes came dyes, drugs, pesticides, explosives — and something else, a new material. It could be melted and molded, transformed by heat and pressure into an object — any object — millions of identical objects — impervious to flame, corrosion, electricity, water, or any other force. Its first trademark symbol: infinity.[v]


[i] Tami I. Spector, “Nanoaesthetics: From the Molecular to the Machine,”Representations, Vol. 117, No. 1 (Winter 2012), pp. 1-29 http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.1525/rep.2012.117.1.1, Image and Reality, 1-205

[ii] Image and Reality, 196, “Nanoaesthetics,” 3-4

[iii] Image and Reality, 211, 297

[iv] Istvan Hargittai, Judging Edward Teller: A Closer Look at one of the Most Influential Scientists of the Twentieth Century (Amherst, New York: Prometheus Books, 2010), 114-115.

[v] Jeffrey L. Meikle, American Plastic: A Cultural History (New Brunswick, NJ and London: Rutgers University Press, 1997), 1, 31-62

The Ring, part 1

The Ring

1862. August Kekule, struggling to write his textbook on chemistry, dozed off in front of the fire. “The atoms fluttered before my eyes … everything in motion, twisting and turning like snakes. But look, what was that? One of the snakes had seized its own tail, and the figure whirled mockingly before my eyes. As if by a flash of lightning I awoke …”[i]

Kekule had seen the ring-shape of benzene. The substance had long baffled chemists. It remained stable, combining with few other substances, and when it did react it behaved unlike anything else. Kekule’s vision, one chemist wrote later, made sense of existing events and threw a flood of light into the future.[ii]

benzene

Who would not desire such a vision? To see, to understand, and know precisely how to act to bring the bloody child safely through the gap.

Kekule did not publish his discovery for some years. In the intervening time, at age thirty-two, he married Stephanie, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the director of the gas factory in Ghent, Belgium, where he taught. Chemists needed a regular supply of gas, so we can presume that this way Stephanie and August got to know each other.[iii]

One of his students described him: “He had a casual, merry, even boisterous personality. He told stories in the most captivating way … The air-bath for reactions in sealed tubes was located on a platform in the lab. Whereas we all stood on a stool or chair to reach the thermometer column in order to record temperatures, the boss scorned such boring methods, performing an acrobatic leap from his lab bench to the platform …”[iv]

A year after they married, Stephanie gave birth to a son. She died ten days later of puerperal fever, probably from the dirty hands of her doctor. She suffered. The infection invades uterus and abdomen, causing the belly to swell like a monstrous pregnancy and become so painful that it seemed “to excite the most unspeakable terror,” wrote one doctor. “I think I have seen women who appeared to be awe-struck with the dreadful force of their distress.”[v]

Some physicians tried to point out that many fewer women died when doctors washed their hands before delivering babies — especially if the doctor had just been touching a cadaver. The medical establishment scoffed at the idea that doctors could contaminate women. The same physician who had seen the faces of so many suffering protested that doctors could not carry the infection because doctors were gentlemen, and “a gentleman’s hands are clean.”[vi]

 

Stephanie here falls into silence—the gap—nothing.


[i] Image and Reality, 194.

August, Kekule speech Berlin City Hall, 1890, in“August Kekule and the Birth of the Structural Theory of Organic Chemistry in 1858,” trans. O. Theodor Benfey Journal of Chemical Education, Vol. 35, No. 1, January 1958.

[ii] Edvard Hjelt, quoted in Alan J. Rocke, Image and Reality: Kekule, Kopp, and the Scientific Imagination (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2010)

[iii] Image and Reality, 193

[iv] Image and Reality, 203-204

[v] Irvine Loudon, Death in Childbirth: An International Study of Maternal Care and Maternal Mortality 1800-1950, (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1992), 56

Charles Meigs, Females and Their Diseases (Philadelphia: Lea and Blanchard, 1848), 596.

[vi] Dorothy Wertz and Richard Wertz, Lying In: A History of Childbirth in America, (New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 1989)

Charles Meigs, On the Nature, Signs and Treatment of Childbed Fever (Philadelphia: Blanchard and Lea, 1854), 104.

5/5/13: ROBUST BEEF MEATBALL COLD #56791

Plastic I collect on my daily walkP1000406

ROBUST BEEF MEATBALL COLD #56791

LEGO purple and grey

bottle cap

market pantry Mixed Fruit NATURAL & ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR Fruit-Flavored Snacks

KIRKLAND Signature™ PREMIUM DRINKING WATER WITH MINERALS ADDED FOR TASTE

white fragment

black fragment

white fragment with grooves and Garden Grove, CA

pink curler clip

cup

SWISHER SWEETS PEACH

 

Fleeting spring things

I learned that metabolism comes from the Greek word for change. Things must transform constantly in order to stay alive, which means “remain.”

Here are some fleeting spring things whirled up from the cellular flow we are.

Tiny, and perfect.

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Stages of poppy

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Below are nodules of nitrogen-fixing bacteria on the roots of a lupine I dug up. The bacteria convert nitrogen in the air into a form the plant can use to make cells; in return the bacteria get sugars the plant converts from sun energy the bacteria can’t access. Tight, right? People get nitrogen from plants to feed their cells

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About half the nitrogen in the human body comes from factories. Farmers put the nitrogen on their fields to make plants grow big and fast, then we eat it. But a lot — maybe most — of the nitrogen farmers use never gets into crops. It runs off and wreaks havoc on water systems — consider the Jersey-sized dead zone that sometimes blooms out of the mouth of the Mississippi River into the Gulf of Mexico. Very ugly.

Some people have started to notice that humans have messed up nitrogen flows the way we have carbon flows — the other “inconvenient truth.” Here’s an urgent-feeling video about it with some doomsday guitar chords. And here’s a lupine about to bloom.

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4/14/13: pacifier with car

Plastic I collect on my daily walk.

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ZOTZ BLUE RASPBERRY

DANGER! ELECTRICAL CORDS CAN BE HAZARDOUS DO NOT REMOVE THIS TAG

neon green straw clear lid and DUTCH BROS Coffee 16 oz cup with spring flowers

blue wrapper fragment

MADE WITH REAL CHEESE! Cheetos Crunchy Chester Cheetah® (The pawprint is also®) CHEESE FLAVORED SNACKS Chester Cheetah is skateboarding in sunglasses through a hail of monster-sized cheetos (he has caught one) wearing giant white sneakers, elbow pads, knee pads and helmet

cigarette wrapper

DAIRY DELIGHTS USA MADE

KIRKLAND water bottle 1

KIRKLAND water bottle 2

KIRKLAND water bottle 3 (Quincy stole that one so it’s not in the picture)

bright orange ring thingy

purple toothbrush from the storm drain very smashed, perhaps chewed, with blue bristles and some moss adhered

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M® happy meal® my scene WEAR AND SHARE FLOWER TOY BRACELET TOY See back for safety information

clear smiling fish (one half)

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SWISHER SWEETS wrapper grape

clothing tag M

white stick, seems chewed on

white bottle cap

pacifier with car

The Gush

Quite some time ago, I said that I would post sections of this plastic book as I’m writing it. I haven’t done that, so now I thought I would. This section refers to Heidegger, the philosopher, who recurs throughout the book, and to the poet Dana Ward, who in a recent essay referred to objects as Horcruxes — the items in the Harry Potter series that the evil lord Voldemort stored his soul inside in order to resurrect himself later. Dana implies that everything is a Horcrux, containing bits of the souls of the living beings entangled in each object’s existence.

ToothbrushBolus

Albatross bolus

 

The Gush

Matter is pitiful; form is terrible.

The albatross hardly appears in the poem by Coleridge. He names the bird seven times in six hundred lines: when it first appears to the ship, flying through fog; when it follows the ship for nine days eating human scraps; when the sailor shoots it with his cross-bow. At no time does Coleridge describe the bird or give any sense of its physical presence, not even on mention number four when the others hang the albatross around the sailor’s neck. The dead bird, lying against his heart, must have been an awkward weight; it must have stunk as it decayed, but Coleridge remains silent on these points.

It is the sea serpents that burst to life inside the poem. The sailor recoiled from them at first — monstrous, slimy things. Now, alone with them in his curse, the only breathing beings in a world plunged into death, he looks close:

Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.

Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.

There follows a gush: a copious or sudden emission of fluid; a rush (of water, blood, tears).

It is not the poem’s first. The first aborts. It dries up. The sailor, surrounded by bodies on a rotting ship on a rotting sea, tries to pray: “But or ever a prayer had gushed, / A wicked whisper came, and made / My heart as dry as dust.”

Heidegger also has a gush. In his meditation on the clay jug, he writes that the jug’s character consists in holding in and pouring out. The pouring is a giving, he says, sometimes for people and sometimes in honor of a god:

“The consecrated libation is what our word for a strong outpouring flow, ‘gush,’ really designates: gift and sacrifice. ‘Gush,’ Middle English guschen, gosshen … is the Greek cheein, the Indoeuropean ghu. It means to offer in sacrifice. To pour a gush, when it is achieved in its essence, thought through with sufficient generosity, and genuinely uttered, is to donate, to offer in sacrifice, and hence to give.”

The Oxford English Dictionary gives gush a less noble origin: “As the word is wanting in Old English and the other Germanic languages, there is nothing to forbid the supposition that it originated onomatopoetically in Middle English” — for the sound the stomach makes, the serpentine tube of digestion. Pulsing and pink inside the vault-ribbed dark, it churns its monstrous want, a force impossible to resist. It drives the albatross ten thousand miles over water and stands the mariner on his feet amidst the corpses: O

happy living things! No tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:

And I blessed them unaware.

The mariner finds himself able to pray, and the albatross falls from his neck and disappears into the ocean. It is not a burden. It never was in the poem; it never had that physical heft. The bird around the neck is a mark of guilt.

Another image of an albatross has etched its shape inside my brain. This one comes from the scientist Carl Safina’s book about the bird. He traveled to Midway Atoll to see the world’s largest Laysan albatross colony – 300,000 breeding pairs. He watches an adult glide in from the ocean, pick out its chick among the crying and begging thousands, and open its bill to deliver food into the thrusting, open mouth. “The adult hunches forward, neck stretching, retching,” he writes. It delivers several chunks of “semi-liquefied squid and purplish fish eggs.”

The adult continues to retch and the chick to batter its beak for more, but nothing comes. Then Safina sees the tip of a green toothbrush emerge in the bird’s throat. The bird tries several times to get the toothbrush out with no success. It gives up and wanders off.

Albatross chicks have to grow very fast. The need to mature enough in just a few months to fledge and spend several years in flight without touching land, hunting their own food. The digestive coil inside torments them without ceasing. The parents hear it also, it pushes them out over the ocean and draws them back. They switch off feeding, making constant calculations about how long to leave the nest, how far to fly and in what direction to find enough food to fill the ravenous hole.

Albatross evolved over twenty-five million years into finely honed gliding beings with bills curved to hook prey. The Laysan albatross mostly spears squid, but it also collects floating chunks of pumice and wood with fatty, nutritious flying fish eggs attached. Bits of plastic gather in currents along with stone and wood, and the albatross picks them up.

Like other birds, the albatross regurgitates indigestibles. Before it fledges, the chick sheds weight by coughing up a cigar-shaped lump called a bolus filled with squid beaks, stones and other bits. The photographer Susan Middleton saw many of these on the islands, and she says all of them contained plastic – cigarette lighters, fishing line, toothbrushes also. But plastic doesn’t wear smooth in the waves. It retains its shape or breaks into shards, and sometimes the bird can’t get it out.

An albatross can live for fifty years. A plastic toothbrush can last – no one knows how long. Five hundred years? A thousand? How long can an albatross live with a green toothbrush stuck in its gullet?

At the dentist, when I am offered the free toothbrush, I pick the green one. I like to say green is my favorite color because it means life. It comes from the ancient IndoEuropean root word for “growth.”

Because of the strange way the brain works, hiding things from itself, it doesn’t strike me what I have done until I get home and see the object sitting there in its holder. Just like the mariner, wielding his weapon over and over.

As you know, creating a Horcrux requires murder. As you know, as you know.

foam ever with us

foam

My internet presence seems to have been resurrected, thanks to the caring application by several people of time, skills and resources I lack, particularly Philip Barron.

foams

In gratitude, I thought I would pay some caring attention to foam. That is, polystyrene filled with bubbles — nearly all air. So pure of color, white or pale, it catches my eye always when plastic gathering. It is also always there. And the name of a great book of poetry by Evelyn Reilly.

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Then poet, artist and musician Chris Sullivan applied some caring attention to past blog detritus lists of mine and penned a few tunes. Like this one, on which he reports he accompanies himself on “municipal trash receptacle.”

Little Pale Green Foam Peanut Packing Thing