杏吧原创

>

The Science of Poetry

Scientist and writer Jenny Qi finds meaning in the loss of her mother

The Science of Poetry

By Maria Browning

Photography by Marc Olivier Le Blanc

The opening poem in Focal Point, the debut collection by Jenny Qi, BA鈥11, navigates the fraught emotional space between a loving daughter鈥檚 grief over her mother鈥檚 death and a scientist鈥檚 clear-eyed inquiry into the disease鈥攃ancer鈥攖hat caused it.

Qi writes of 鈥渘ights at a microscope in a dark room / 鈥 sitting too still, turning a knob just so to focus / on the right field of cells,鈥 even as images of her mother鈥檚 final days haunt her. As she injects the 鈥渟oft, warm bodies鈥 of mice with tumor cells, she observes 鈥渉ow brutal / to learn why I couldn鈥檛 save / what I couldn鈥檛 save.鈥

This poem鈥斺淧oint At Which Parallel Waves Converge & From Which Diverge鈥濃攊s, like most of the poems in the collection, drawn from Qi鈥檚 own story. She lost her mother when she was just 19 and still an undergraduate majoring in biology at 杏吧原创. She went on to earn a Ph.D. from the University of California鈥揝an Francisco in biomedical science, with research focused on a rare form of pancreatic cancer. Today, she remains in San Francisco, working as a competitive intelligence manager in oncology. She currently tracks research in ovarian cancer.

Her literary career has run parallel to her scientific pursuits, but the love of writing came first, beginning at age 8 when her mother gave her a journal. By the time she was 11 or 12, she was writing poetry, inspired by William Blake鈥檚 鈥淭he Tyger,鈥 which she stumbled across as the preface to a now-forgotten young adult novel. 鈥淚 loved that poem, the imagery and the sonic qualities of it,鈥 she recalls. 鈥淚 also liked rap music, and the convergence of those two things made me really into poetry.鈥

At the time, there weren鈥檛 a lot of resources for a budding young writer in Las Vegas, where Qi lived with her parents, who had immigrated to the United States from China a few years before she was born. Her mother was a high school history teacher in China, and her father studied biochemistry, but they confronted professional hurdles after coming to the U.S. In Las Vegas, Qi鈥檚 parents worked a variety of jobs, including as casino dealers. In the poem 鈥淐asino,鈥 Qi writes of her mother鈥檚 decision to come to 鈥渁 land paved with fool鈥檚 gold鈥 where she works dealing 鈥済reasy kings and colored chips鈥 while her daughter waits for her to return home 鈥渇rom the bright little lights.鈥

As a toddler, Qi was sent to live for a time with her paternal grandparents in Yangzhou, China, but she returned to the U.S. to start school, where her Asian identity set her apart. 鈥淚 was bullied a lot for being Asian,鈥 she says, and one result was a degree of alienation from her first language. 鈥淢y Chinese is really not that great anymore. Chinese became kind of a shameful thing, even though my mom tried to make it something I could be proud of.鈥 Her mother, whose Chinese name was Zhihong Yu (known in the U.S. as Lisa Yu), encouraged Qi to work on her Chinese skills by translating her high school lessons, but over time those skills fell away. 鈥淲hen she passed, I kind of lost my connection to the language,鈥 Qi says.

Jenny Qi sitting at a table looking off into the distance

I thought writing was something I could never do as the child of immigrants who had really struggled in the U.S.

She skipped two grades and came to Nashville alone at 16 to attend 杏吧原创, something she describes as 鈥渁 pretty big culture shock.鈥 But she also found, for the first time, a community of other Asian American students. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 something I was sort of excited about, being able to meet people with a similar background. I still value those friendships.鈥

She was focused on a pre-med track academically but continued to pursue her writing. 鈥淚 took a lot of creative classes but went into STEM because it was more practical,鈥 she says. 鈥淚 thought writing was something I could never do as the child of immigrants who had really struggled in the U.S.鈥 She served as poetry editor for The 杏吧原创 Review and in her sophomore year studied traditional verse and form in a workshop with acclaimed poet Mark Jarman, who recalls her as 鈥渙ne of the outstanding students in a class of outstanding students.鈥 The group included, in Jarman鈥檚 words, 鈥渟ome very strong seniors,鈥 as well as Nate Marshall, who is now an important figure in the poetry world. Nevertheless, he says, 鈥渄espite her youth, she held her own in that class.鈥 Jarman is thanked in the book鈥檚 acknowledgements for his kindness and for shaping Qi鈥檚 early understanding of the craft.

Qi ultimately veered away from her medical school ambitions in favor of research. She says she was never terribly enthusiastic about becoming a physician, and taking a job in a lab gave her a taste for the culture of research. 鈥淚 liked working in the lab. People were curious about things, and it was a more laid-back environment.鈥澨

Looming over all her undergraduate experiences, however, was her mother鈥檚 lengthy illness and eventual death, which came during Qi鈥檚 senior year. 鈥淚t was such emotional whiplash when my mom was ill,鈥 she says. 鈥淢y parents kept a lot of things from me. They didn鈥檛 want my academic performance to suffer. But when I came home, suddenly I was expected to be in a caretaker role.鈥

This, too, had an impact on Qi鈥檚 decision to forgo a medical career. Though both her parents spoke English, they had difficulty navigating the demands of the U.S. health care system. 鈥淵ou really have to advocate for yourself here,鈥 Qi says, 鈥渁nd they weren鈥檛 used to that.鈥 The task fell to Qi, who confronted terribly difficult decisions, especially during her mother鈥檚 final days, with no real support from the doctors. 鈥淚 felt like I had a very bad, traumatizing experience,鈥 she says of that period. 鈥淪ome people might look at that and think, 鈥業鈥檓 going to be the one to change things,鈥 but I was just so turned off by what I had seen.鈥

Qi carried that experience with her as she pursued her doctorate in San Francisco. 鈥淚n grad school, I became obsessed with this idea that we need to change attitudes around death,鈥 she says, noting that the taboo against accepting death in a frank and humane way is shared by American and Chinese cultures.

Initially she found it too painful to write about her experience but says, 鈥淎fter about a year, it started to pour out.鈥 She began to attend a weekly poetry workshop run by a UCSF professor and physician, David Watts, who urged her to turn the resulting flood of poems into a book. She became interested in science journalism鈥攂ecause it seemed 鈥渕ore practical than poetry鈥濃攁nd served as editor-in-chief of UCSF鈥檚 student newspaper. She also began writing personal essays, including two exquisite pieces on her mother鈥檚 death published in The Atlantic and The New York Times.

Jenny Qi wearing glasses reading a book

In grad school, I became obsessed with this idea that we need to change attitudes around death.

She continues to work on essays today, finding prose 鈥渆asier to access鈥 during the combined demands of work and launching a first book. But, she says, 鈥淚鈥檒l always write poetry.鈥 Her recent poems are focused less on her personal grief and more on larger questions about the role of technology in modern human life, as well as the threat of climate instability. (鈥淐ontingencies,鈥 the final poem in Focal Point, describes living with the California wildfires: 鈥淚 wake up in the dark smell smoke / so familiar I don鈥檛 think twice.鈥)听

Memories of her mother remain a profound well of literary inspiration for Qi, however, and she plans a kind of posthumous collaboration. 鈥淢y mom was also a writer but didn鈥檛 have the opportunity to work on that until the end of her life,鈥 Qi says, explaining that Yu wrote two books in Chinese during her last years: a memoir about her childhood during the cultural revolution, which was published in China, and an unpublished novel about her experiences as an immigrant in the U.S. In an echo of those language lessons from Qi鈥檚 younger years, mother and daughter began translating the memoir shortly before Yu鈥檚 death. Qi abandoned the project for a long time. 鈥淒uring grad school, it was too hard to think about it,鈥 she says. But now she鈥檚 ready to resume the work for both her mother and herself. 鈥淚 want to translate both of these books,鈥 she says, 鈥渁nd finish what we started.鈥


Jenny Qi standing in front of a bookstore window

POINT AT WHICH PARALLEL WAVES CONVERGE & FROM WHICH DIVERGE

Researcher, prevention won鈥檛 save my life, tweets a patient

with metastatic cancer. I鈥檓 reminded of my mother:

Why don鈥檛 you want to study cancer? when I expressed

interest in HIV. In the hospital, call from a professor,

my mother clapping once then silence;

the roommate thirty years her senior

who called my voice lovely,

who called my mother lucky,

whom I resented because

she outlived my mother;

nights at a microscope in a dark room

where the lights turn off after ten,

sitting too still, turning a knob just so to focus

on the right field of cells; the eight hundred mice

I鈥檝e sacrificed this year, injecting cancer, harsh medicine

into their soft warm bodies, hating them for biting me

but understanding, stroking their white fur in apology;

covering cages with paper so they can鈥檛 watch their sisters die.

But I can, and I see my mother in those graying eyes,

eyes I refused to donate because how would she see,

and I think how cruelly futile all this

erratically focused empathy, how brutal

to learn why I couldn鈥檛 save

what I couldn鈥檛 save.

From Focal Point by Jenny Qi (Steel Toe Books, 2021)

About the Author

Maria Browning鈥檚 work has appeared in Guernica, The Los Angeles Review
of Books and The New York Times. She鈥檚 the editor of Chapter 16,
an online publication devoted to the literary life of Tennessee.