A Statement from the Department of English
Waimea community mural depicting first Poynesian explorers coming to Kaua’i. Photo: Sharon Snyder As Fall Semester 2014 is about to kick off, GW English is happy to revive its “On the Road” series, which keeps you apprised of faculty research and exploration around the world. We kick off the series this year with a posting…
Sonnet LI Summer so histrionic, marvelous dirty days is not genuine it shines forth from the faces littered with soup, cigarette butts, the heavy is a correspondent the innocence of childhood sadness graying the faces of virgins aching and everything comes before their eyes to be fucked, we fondle their snatches but they that the…
Professor Alexa Alice Joubin on Shakespeare Around the World (Part 1): Four continents. Three oceans. Two hemispheres. One summer. Lots of tasteless pretzels and “chicken or beef?” moments (otherwise known as in-flight meals) in between. Shakespearean chatter between Scott Newstok and Alexa Alice Joubin via text messages. Alexa spoke on Hamlet and Ophelia…
Caminante no hay Camino Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más; Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace el camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante no hay camino sino estelas en la mar….
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond…
Digging Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills…