You could smell panic rising off the hot pavement on the corner of Hudson and High and fear in the cornfields north of 270 where yard signs implored us to Make America Great Again.
Our appearance is tied to our ability to earn a living. Aside from the well documented role our ethnicity/race/gender play in appearance, it is attractiveness that continues to be a controlling tool of a patriarchal, and colonial, but aging civilization.
“Four Dead in Ohio,” still chanted by millions who lived through those times and countless others, some generations younger. It is hard to think of another song that mirrors so effectively the campus mobilization of the moment.
What we have, then, is the same old flawed human being, except now with the power to turn the earth into a giant greenhouse or to blow the human race to smithereens, once and for all.
With each case, Hollars reveals that those who find themselves in the weird world of the uncertain risk being stigmatized and outcast from the very communities to which they’ve drawn attention.
Drawing heavily on writer Simone Weil's theory of love as a form of attention, she depicts this love in a multitude of ways: sometimes personal and intimate, sometimes possessive and toxic.
Seeking fertility treatment, the self is in a state of profound need and transformative possibility, of desperation and choice, privileged to be subjected to medical regimes, precarious and generative.
Vivian Gornick | Taking A Long Look: Essays on Culture, Literature, and Feminism in Our Time | Verso | March 2020...
Those captivated by Willa Cather’s distinctive literary style may be aware that the “mature” style of her novels—allusive yet precise, plain yet richly evocative—represents a gradual shift from the more ornate and sometimes overdone writing of her early stories and poems.
Or, not really a famous writer, not, I mean, someone whose stories were made into movies or so-called prestige television, not someone who appeared on talk shows or whose tweets went viral as a matter of course, but still a writer famous enough to be asked to give talks at writers' conferences like the one I was attending when I heard this talk.
As a creative process, “erasure” might traditionally suggest the dimming of an original voice to make way for the presence of the contemporary author, but Adams’ project seems invested in something quite different.
I am haunted in the best way possible by how close Stevie Nicks is to wailing toward the end of “Silver Springs,” and that’s pretty much how I felt all the time after cutting off contact with my dad.