Marcel Proust Swann’s Way – Combray – Overture For a long time I used to go to bed early . . .
Marcel Proust Swann’s Way – Combray – Overture For a long time I used to go to bed early . . .
So in the midst of our global pandemic, a friend and I have started reading Henri Lefebvre’s Metaphilosophy (1965, trans. 2016 [!]). This is my first time reading Lefebvre—a French philosopher and sociologist whose name seems to circulate at the fringes of literary studies. Many folks know about him, but his work seems largely untranslated and unstudied. …
In Memoriam A.H.H. Alfred, Lord Tennyson CI Unwatch’d, the garden bough shall sway, The tender blossom flutter down, Unloved, that beech will gather brown, This maple burn itself away; Unloved, the sun-flower, shining fair, Ray round with flames her disk of seed, And many a rose-carnation feed With summer spice the humming air; Unloved, by …
Nature’s Questioning Thomas Hardy When I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to gaze at me Like chastened children sitting silent in a school; Their faces dulled, constrained, and worn, As though the master’s ways Through the long teaching days Their first terrestrial zest had chilled and overborne. And …
Inspired by a discussion of Night and Day with my Senior Capstone students (Fall 2019). Night and Day (1919)Virginia Woolf Chapter 1: The One with Mr. Fortescue’s SentencesChapter 2: The One with the Decrepit RookChapter 3: The One with Secret MathematicsChapter 4: The One with William Rodney’s LectureChapter 5: The One with News of Bennett’s Theory …
Yesterday, South Dakota State University hosted “Day One” of The Space Between Society’s annual conference. The theme this year is “Staging the Space Between” (organized by Nicole Flynn). The first three sessions / ten presentations covered a wide range of research areas and topics: from a popular French television drama (Un village français) to the …
Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to …
