Creative Writing Presents Its Annual Fall Student Reading
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T. S. Eliot grabs the open mic to read
the swingin’est “Waste Land” ever
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T. S. Eliot grabs the open mic to read
the swingin’est “Waste Land” ever
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Internationally acclaimed novelist Jamaica Kincaid will appear on Saturday, April 11, as the second speaker in this spring’s American Pictures Distinguished Lecture Series, a joint program of Washington College, the National Portrait Gallery and the Smithsonian American Art Museum. The American Pictures series offers a highly original approach to art, pairing great works with leading…
For the 2008-09 academic year, Professor Jonathan Gil Harris will be leaving his post at GW to assume his fellowship at the Folger Shakespeare Library here in Washington, DC.Prof. Gil Harris will be doing research at the Folger for his new book Shakespeare and Literary Theory, which has already been commissioned by Oxford University Press…
David Bruce Smith, an alumnus of GW’s English Department, has published a new book entitled Three Miles from Providence: A Tale of Abraham Lincoln and the Soldier’s Home. The book is written for the National Trust for Historic Preservation. Its publication coincides with the completion of the refurbishment of Lincoln’s Cottage in Washington, DC where…
Mention the Pulitzer Prize, and you’ll conjure images of a weathered novelist, scowling over the rim of his snifter. If the Pulitzer laureates at GW are any indication, however, a comic book sketch is a more accurate image. In the span of two weeks, the GW English Department has hosted Michael Chabon and Art Spiegelman,…
The English Department office has been ornamented, garnished, embellished, trimmed and bedecked for the season. Stop by, grab some chocolate, and see if this year’s theme (“Decorating to Annoy”) has been a success. Share on FacebookTweet
Sassi Riar is taking Prof. Pollack’s Intermediate Poetry 104 class. Drawing a Line He had to crouch to sniff white.It took a toll on his posture,As if pulling him to the groundWhere he went after. His fingers, once colorful,Now pale from powder,Forgot all the notes they had played.Silence was louder. He picked at the strings…