A Statement from the Department of English
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Ararat Wrapped in gold foil, in the search and shouting of Easter Sunday, it was the ball of the princess, it was Pharoah’s body sleeping in its golden case. At the foot of the picket fence, in grass lank with the morning rain, it was a Sunday school prize, silver for second place, gold for…
GW English Professor Ayanna Thompson The New York Times recently reported on Play On! a project sponsored by the Oregon Shakespeare Festival asking 36 playwrights from diverse backgrounds to translate the language of William Shakespeare into contemporary modern English. Our own Professor Ayanna Thompson was one of the dramaturges for the project, working with playwright Mfoniso…
This week marked the completion of another visiting residency for GW English, sponsored by the Wang Endowment. Simon Gikandi, Professor of English at Princeton University and editor of PMLA, and author (most recently) of the critically-acclaimed Slavery and the Culture of Taste (Princeton UP, 2011) was with us from October 26-October 31. The residency included…
Disrupting DH Roundtable. Photo credit: M.W. Bychowski. The GW Digital Humanities Symposium: DISRUPTING DH took place in the Jack Morton Auditorium on Friday, January 30, 2015 9am – 4pm. The event was organized by Jonathan Hsy, Founding Co-Director of the GW Digital Humanities Institute (the other DHI Founding Co-Director Alexa Alice Joubin is currently away on a…
The Flying Notebook With its spiraling metal body and white pages for wings my notebook flies over my bed while I sleep— a bird full of quotations and tiny images who loves the night’s dark rooms, glad now to be free of my scrutiny and my pen point. Tomorrow, it will go with me into…
As a little girl, the first poems I heard were from the fresh pages of the Shel Silverstein book Every Thing on It that my mom read to me by my bedside. What kept me reading Silverstein’s poems long after I could read them myself was that, beneath their kid-friendly language, poems like “Masks” speak…