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Sibling Gothic

Stefanie Wortman University of Northern Texas PDF
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The Weimar Moment in Katherine Anne Porter’s Ship of Fools (Joseph Kuhn)

Edited byThomas Austenfeld UNT Press PDF


Katherine Anne Porter's Ship of Fools

her novel in Brüning’s Germany is also shown in a comment Porter made in a slightly later letter to her editor in which she said that her novel should try to bring out "the political and economic cross currents" of the crisis years of 1931-1932 (Porter, Letters 504).

Biographers and critics of Porter have long recognized that Ship of

Fools was based upon Porter’s voyage from Mexico to Germany in the late summer of 1931 and her stay in Berlin between October 1931 and January

1932. But Porter has frequently been seen as a political naïf who was not well-prepared to understand what she saw in Germany. Her critics often say that Porter’s two works that are set in Germany in 1931, Ship of Fools and "The Leaning Tower" (1941), are marred as representations of a historical period by the anti-German stereotypes in which Porter sometimes seemed to indulge (she once called the Germans "the most naturally unattractive people in the world") and by an ahistorical tendency to shift anti-Semitic attitudes amongst Germans back from the Hitler period to the Weimar republic (Porter, Selected 193).1 Porter’s one-time friend, the novelist Josephine Herbst, complained that "this is 1931 ... and there is only one question—the Jewish question .... The issues that even

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Matt Miller University of North Texas Press PDF
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Oakland Work Crew

Gibson Fay-LeBlanc University of North Texas Press PDF

Oakland Work Crew

Dan said, My life is a nine with the hammer cocked, chuckled, told of standing on a brown lawn naked, three hundred pounds of pure Mick-Spic: shooting at a Chevelle, tire marks on concrete.

Told how, inside, you heat a sharpened Bic and a guy carves DannyBoy or Norteaño on your neck.

Prince pictured faint patterns on ceiling tiles in his dreams and a pot with a ten in it when he finds where color begins. He brought a picture: he’s thirteen,

Liberia, wide smile, fatigues, kalishnikov hugging his shoulder. Told of barefoot soccer, running on bricks, the grace of a clean pass.

I’m worth more than someone I meet, Rich said, then described his daughter, his girl, and ladies here, there. He explained what it means to be a baldhead, why, if he sees a Sudeaño on Third, he can’t be held responsible what’ll happen.

Told us which old school Cutlass’ is hella tight.

Larry kept saying, High as an Oaktown sky, that’s all he said, aside from claiming vines or brush or poison oak we cut and pulled were a J with a hit so big he’d vanish. Never told us what we knew: clapboard house, cracked talk, brothers to keep in shoes.

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A Song of Long Ago

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub

A Song of Long Ago:

Sing it lightly—sing it low—

Sing it softly—like the lisping of the lips we used to know

When our baby-laughter spilled

From the glad hearts ever filled

With music blithe as robin ever trilled!

Let the fragrant summer breeze,

And the leaves of locust-trees,

And the apple-buds and blossoms, and the wings of honey-bees,

All palpitate with glee,

Till the happy harmony

Brings back each childish joy to you and me.

Let the eyes of fancy turn

Where the tumbled pippins burn

Like embers in the orchard’s lap of tangled grass and fern,—

There let the old path wind

In and out and on behind

The cider-press that chuckles as we grind.

Blend in the song the moan

Of the dove that grieves alone,

And the wild whir of the locust, and the bumble’s drowsy drone;

And the low of cows that call

Through the pasture-bars when all

The landscape fades away at evenfall.

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Seams of Our Lives

Edited by Karen A. Waldron, Janice H. Brazil, and Laura M. Labatt University of North Texas Press PDF

seams of our lives

I am a part of all that I have met.

“Ulysses,” by alfred, lord tennyson

Far greater than the tiny seams in sewing are the invisible ones that bind parts of our lives together intricately with those of others. They also appear where different aspects of one’s own life are tied together to form a continuity of life’s cycles. The expansiveness of these pieces forms a rich tapestry.

Gail Hosking Gilberg begins this chapter with her poem, “Traveling

Words.” She created from her own ache, “language / whispered in solitude.”

Yet, “transmitted like light / on its own journey,” her words became vital in binding her to another writer.

Such threads bind not only our lives together, but can form the fragile connection between life and death. In her piece, “Jared Found,” Bert Kruger Smith initially shuts down because of her tremendous ache over the loss of her son.

Convinced that Jared is just missing, in her distressed state she says, “A sixyear-old can’t get lost forever.” This is a story where life and death are woven together, where mourning and celebration are closely connected by a jagged edge. She can develop the courage to re-connect with the love of her husband and remaining children only when she finds that, through love, Jared will always be part of her being.

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Richard Carr University of North Texas Press PDF
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Nine Little Goblins, The

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub

THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence—

Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes—

Nine little Goblins that had no sense,

And couldn’t tell coppers from cold mince pies;

And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat—

And I asked them what they were staring at.

And the first one said, as he scratched his head

With a queer little arm that reached out of his ear

And rasped its claws in his hair so red—

“This is what this little arm is fer!”

And he scratched and stared, and the next one said,

“How on earth do you scratch your head?”

And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge—

Laughed and laughed till his face grew black;

And when he choked, with a final twinge

Of his stifling laughter, he thumped his back

With a fist that grew on the end of his tail

Till the breath came back to his lips so pale.

And the third little Goblin leered round at me—

And there were no lids on his eyes at all—

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Part III.

Megan Grumbling University of North Texas Press PDF


By Piece

A haystack find—he’d once dug, heaved through straw for something old to yank out; now, he ascends ladder and eaves to show me how these four warped planks of pine, inked with thin sepia scraps of script, once held. And though time’s split syntax and grain, we’ll fit it back together, moved to salvage writ from splinter, riddling in time lapse, trial and error as we mistake how seams link characters. Align all knowns: That haystack was the place where Trafton Hatch once manned the High

Pine Railroad. Roadmaster, his sign once said. And will again, once piece by piece of Hatch’s slats, we’ve hitched up letters, traces of a seal, crate strapping—maybe held a pig once, something else even before

Hatch brushed it off, penned claim. Hmm—switch that ton and Hatch, d Mas and Roa and Ahh—the words, refrained, sunlit.

Soon we’ll return them to the dark hold of the pole barn, but the glow is something, as we keep time, mark it. Proud as Hatch inking his own name on a pigless slat, we’ve solved this one. Warm minutes now, it’s whole.

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Richard Carr University of North Texas Press PDF
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The Grizzly Bear in February

Amy M. Clark University of North Texas Press PDF

The Grizzly Bear in February

Soulard, St. Louis

A man and a woman came into the restaurant just after three, the dead hour. He had coffee, black, and she wanted soup and oyster crackers and hot tea. They stayed after I brought the tab, so I went to their booth with the coffee pot in one hand and the teapot in the other, but the man said, “No more for me,” and the woman said, “I’d float out of here,” putting her hand over the top of her cup.

They would let me know when they wanted to pay.

I sat at the bar rolling napkins. Orvin tuned the kitchen radio to an R & B station.

I listened to him sing as he prepped food, and I listened to the man and the woman in the booth.

Then the woman was saying, “He hurled the plate of food against the wall. It just missed my head.”

I turned on my stool. Her companion bit his lip and shook his head from side to side.

I realized they had been speaking of a person they both knew well, someone they loved, someone who loved them—I was sure of it.

And this loved person was laid up in bed, and had been for some months. “He shouted,

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Park City Grille

Gibson Fay-LeBlanc University of North Texas Press PDF
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When Early March Seems Middle May

James Whitcomb Riley Indiana University Press ePub







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II. Ecce Signum!

Caki Wilkinson University of North Texas Press PDF
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You're in the Picture

Stefanie Wortman University of Northern Texas PDF

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