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 …
What Is Life?John Clare (1793-1864) AND what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run,A mist retreating from the morning sun,A busy, bustling, still repeated dream.—Its length?—A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought.And happiness?—A bubble on the stream,That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. What is vain Hope?—The puffing gale of morn,That robs each flow’ret of …
I’ve looked at (and used) several introductory textbooks to literary and cultural theory over the years. Most of them approach this subject matter in the same way: once there was undisciplined “Old Criticism,” then there was “New Criticism,” then all hell broke loose and literary studies disaggregated into schools, lenses, movements, approaches, etc. The textbooks …
I. Epigraphs and Titles “And as Eddie’s picture of what It was began to fade, It began promptly to change into something else.” —Stephen King, It (1986) “It is at work everywhere, functioning smoothly at times, at other times in fits and starts. It breathes, it heats, it eats.” —Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, Anti-Oedipus (1972) “All too …
A Postcard from the Volcano by Wallace Stevens Children picking up our bones . . .
A Postcard from the Volcano by Wallace Stevens Children picking up our bones . . .
