Summer Reading: Earth
Professor Jeffrey Cohen‘s new book Earth is featured as a GW Hatchet summer reading suggestion. Read all about it here, and find the book here or here.
Professor Jeffrey Cohen‘s new book Earth is featured as a GW Hatchet summer reading suggestion. Read all about it here, and find the book here or here.
Hélas To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control? Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With idle songs for pipe and virelay, Which…
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…
This just in from Prof. Robert McRuer, who just returned from the University of Vienna, where he presented his lecture “Defections: Globalizing Queerness and Disability” as part of a daylong event titled “Barriere-frei?! Perspektiven der Disability und Gender/Queer Studies auf die Hochschullandschaft” [Barrier-free?! Perspectives on Disability and Gender/Queer Studies in Higher Education]. Prof. Robert McRuer…
On Saturday, February 16, Professor Evelyn Schreiber was a guest speaker at Spelman College in Atlanta, GA, at a one-day Symposium, “Reading Morrison, Reading Home: Male Kin and Family Matters,” sponsored by Spelman College and the Toni Morrison Society. The morning panel, moderated by Prof. Michelle Hite, Spelman College, focused on Morrison’s most recent novel, Home and…
Ghosts The first time I saw him he was standing in front of the Iranian embassy with his mother, or with whom I assumed was his mother. She wore a black bonnet like a black flower. He wore a black frock coat and a beige collar high under his chins. His linen was unimpeachable. His…
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….