{"title":"My Mother Looks Down When She Prays","authors":"Angela Vasquez-Giroux","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0000","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0000","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"8 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"116338894","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Robert J. Turney's moonflower studies are the photographic harvest of three years worth of summer evenings in East Lansing, Michigan. In the spring, Turney sowed his seeds in three large flowerpots (he is a casually accomplished gardener) and let the twining vines grow. Come July and August, the plants would blossom as the sun went down and the photographer would move his pots ofmoonflowers into his driveway, set up his lighting (two no-nonsense 500-watt quartz construction lamps), and get his Schneider 355mm f/9 G-Claron lens into position. In darkness, Turney shot them: singly, in pairs and groups, in bud stage or various phases of blossoming, and in full, trumpeting bloom. From 1999-2001, in this seasonal way, Turney pursued the flowers, under clouds, under stars, under the glowing coal of his cigarette. He used all the elements of light and dark, testing each photographic idea as it occurred to him, printing them, scrutinizing the results under the ground glass until his lens had nothing new to show him and he knew that he was done.
罗伯特·j·特尼(Robert J. Turney)的月花研究是对密歇根州东兰辛(East Lansing)三年夏夜的摄影收获。到了春天，特尼把他的种子撒在三个大花盆里(他是一个漫不经心的园丁)，让缠绕的藤蔓生长。到了7月和8月，当太阳下山时，这些植物就会开花，摄影师会把他的盆月花搬到他的车道上，设置好他的照明(两盏500瓦的石英建筑灯)，然后把他的施耐德355mm f/9 G-Claron镜头放到位。在黑暗中，特尼拍摄它们:单个的，成对的，成群的，在萌芽阶段或开花的不同阶段，以及盛开的花朵。从1999年到2001年，以这种季节性的方式，特尼在云层下、星星下、香烟燃烧的煤下追寻着花朵。他使用了所有的明暗元素，对他想到的每一个摄影创意进行测试，打印出来，在磨砂玻璃下仔细检查结果，直到镜头里没有任何新的东西可以展示他，他知道他完成了。
{"title":"Evening Glories: Robert Turney's Moonflower Photographs","authors":"Steve Rachman","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2013.0022","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2013.0022","url":null,"abstract":"Robert J. Turney's moonflower studies are the photographic harvest of three years worth of summer evenings in East Lansing, Michigan. In the spring, Turney sowed his seeds in three large flowerpots (he is a casually accomplished gardener) and let the twining vines grow. Come July and August, the plants would blossom as the sun went down and the photographer would move his pots ofmoonflowers into his driveway, set up his lighting (two no-nonsense 500-watt quartz construction lamps), and get his Schneider 355mm f/9 G-Claron lens into position. In darkness, Turney shot them: singly, in pairs and groups, in bud stage or various phases of blossoming, and in full, trumpeting bloom. From 1999-2001, in this seasonal way, Turney pursued the flowers, under clouds, under stars, under the glowing coal of his cigarette. He used all the elements of light and dark, testing each photographic idea as it occurred to him, printing them, scrutinizing the results under the ground glass until his lens had nothing new to show him and he knew that he was done.","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"20 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"127342235","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
American culture with authority and ease. I thought she would be a tall, imposing force that would rigidly structure the space in a room, like a mountain or tree. I thought she would be a mythic or ritual force. But I was wrong. Unlike her poetry, drama, or fiction, Diane Glancy the person is an unstructured energy. In her speech she establishes "myth" through a youthful curiosity, always surprised and excited by what is right in front ofher. She pursues the unseen potential in everything. As she often says ofher work, she too seems to move in the dream world. Instead ofdictating what is there, she waits for something to show itself, to tell her. I met her in the lobby of her hotel, and on the walk from the hotel to the Red Cedar Review office, where I would interview her, I told her about a dream I had the night before: that she had come to my house and given me a puppy and that we spent a long time trying to name it. During the five-block walk from the hotel to the office we stopped twice so she could write down the dream and scraps of our conversation. Even in five blocks, her myth or logic was revealing itself, and she respected it. She wrote it down.
{"title":"Diane Glancy: A Hunger for Many Voices","authors":"L. C. Tisdel","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0034","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0034","url":null,"abstract":"American culture with authority and ease. I thought she would be a tall, imposing force that would rigidly structure the space in a room, like a mountain or tree. I thought she would be a mythic or ritual force. But I was wrong. Unlike her poetry, drama, or fiction, Diane Glancy the person is an unstructured energy. In her speech she establishes \"myth\" through a youthful curiosity, always surprised and excited by what is right in front ofher. She pursues the unseen potential in everything. As she often says ofher work, she too seems to move in the dream world. Instead ofdictating what is there, she waits for something to show itself, to tell her. I met her in the lobby of her hotel, and on the walk from the hotel to the Red Cedar Review office, where I would interview her, I told her about a dream I had the night before: that she had come to my house and given me a puppy and that we spent a long time trying to name it. During the five-block walk from the hotel to the office we stopped twice so she could write down the dream and scraps of our conversation. Even in five blocks, her myth or logic was revealing itself, and she respected it. She wrote it down.","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"233 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"126806886","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"On Being an Editor and On Being a Scholar","authors":"Douglas Dowland","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2013.0018","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2013.0018","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"19 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"129907955","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Aman bought a box of new personalities and rented an audience to test them out. He wanted to see how they might work in die real world before actually trying them out in the real world. He was a very fastidious man. The audience consisted of actors diat had not performed a sufficient number of oral sex acts on a sufficient number of Hollywood executives to earn their Guild cards. Each of the actors was to be paid the standard salary for a day's worth of extra work. There were four personalities inside the box. The man opened it up, removed one of the personalities and put it on. "Well?" he said, glaring at the audience. "Do your jobs and react to me, goddamn it. My personality is the cause—you are my effect." The actors blinked at him. They were sitting in a half-circle of aluminum fold-out chairs. AU of their backs were stiff, all of their hands were resting palm-down on their knees. Must be a dud, thought the man. He took off the personality, tossed it onto the floor, stomped on it, removed another personality from the box and put it on. The actors blinked at him. One of them coughed. Another sniffed. "Ah-ha," said the man, and raised an eyebrow. An actor copied him and raised his eyebrow. Another actor copied the actor that was copying the man and raised his eyebrow. Another actor copied that actor, and another actor copied that actor, and another one copied another one, and so on until all of the actors' faces possessed one raised eyebrow. The man studied the audience for a moment, gauging and judging their quixotic behavior. "Interesting," he said. "Very interesting. But not my style, I'm afraid." He ripped off the personality and flung it into a open manhole somebody had engraved into a nearby wall. He put on a third personality. The audience immediately burst into applause. It took no time at all for the man to read into this piece of reflexivity. "That's definitely not my style," he snorted, taking off the personality and throwing it at one of the actors. The personality attached itself to the actor's head like a baby squid. His colleagues
{"title":"The Personalities","authors":"D. Wilson","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0002","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0002","url":null,"abstract":"Aman bought a box of new personalities and rented an audience to test them out. He wanted to see how they might work in die real world before actually trying them out in the real world. He was a very fastidious man. The audience consisted of actors diat had not performed a sufficient number of oral sex acts on a sufficient number of Hollywood executives to earn their Guild cards. Each of the actors was to be paid the standard salary for a day's worth of extra work. There were four personalities inside the box. The man opened it up, removed one of the personalities and put it on. \"Well?\" he said, glaring at the audience. \"Do your jobs and react to me, goddamn it. My personality is the cause—you are my effect.\" The actors blinked at him. They were sitting in a half-circle of aluminum fold-out chairs. AU of their backs were stiff, all of their hands were resting palm-down on their knees. Must be a dud, thought the man. He took off the personality, tossed it onto the floor, stomped on it, removed another personality from the box and put it on. The actors blinked at him. One of them coughed. Another sniffed. \"Ah-ha,\" said the man, and raised an eyebrow. An actor copied him and raised his eyebrow. Another actor copied the actor that was copying the man and raised his eyebrow. Another actor copied that actor, and another actor copied that actor, and another one copied another one, and so on until all of the actors' faces possessed one raised eyebrow. The man studied the audience for a moment, gauging and judging their quixotic behavior. \"Interesting,\" he said. \"Very interesting. But not my style, I'm afraid.\" He ripped off the personality and flung it into a open manhole somebody had engraved into a nearby wall. He put on a third personality. The audience immediately burst into applause. It took no time at all for the man to read into this piece of reflexivity. \"That's definitely not my style,\" he snorted, taking off the personality and throwing it at one of the actors. The personality attached itself to the actor's head like a baby squid. His colleagues","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"30 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"130196942","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
200 acres, 10 miles north of Evart, Michigan. Quaint, antique farmhouse, four bedrooms, 2 baths, io-acre pond. Swimming and fishing in the summer, ice-skating in die winter. Cabin on north side of pond. Fields ready to be farmed. Maple groves willing to produce scrumptious maple syrup. Lilacs, four varieties, waiting to fill the spring air with heady fragrance. Marsh marigolds, lady's slippers, miliums, spring beauties and many more, poised to bloom from spring till fall. Morel mushrooms in early May. Blackberries for jam and pies in late summer. Tart, firm apples in fall. Ivan and Clara Orwig, my great grandparents, bought a piece of land in northern Michigan, intending to become farmers. They built a barn where they put cows, sheep, and chickens and plowed fields for hay and clover, but diey didn't have die knack of planting and harvesting the hay at just die right time, or ensuring the cows would produce enough milk, and ended up working at a factory most of their lives. They kept the two hundred acres and the green and white farmhouse, though, and my great-grandmother consoled herself by turning the front yard into a lavish garden, spending evenings and weekends weeding and watering the delicate blooms with a teacup. In this house, they raised my grandmother, Onda, their only child. She helped weed the flowerbeds, and dragged herself out of bed every morning at five A.M. to help with the milking. She gathered eggs from the chicken coop, even when roosters would fly at her knees. Every couple of years, she climbed a ladder to help repaint the peaks of the house. When she got married, she became Onda Woods, and followed her husband to the small city of Midland where he worked. My great-grandmother eventually decided that she didn't want to maintain a farmhouse that needed frequent coats of paint and constant repairs. Filial piety prompted my grandmother Onda to return to Evart with her family in tow and purchase the house and forty acres, allowing my great-grandparents to move into a house in town. As it happened, my great-grandparents still spent the majority of their time at
{"title":"The Heritage of Nymphs","authors":"Christine R. Junker","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0009","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0009","url":null,"abstract":"200 acres, 10 miles north of Evart, Michigan. Quaint, antique farmhouse, four bedrooms, 2 baths, io-acre pond. Swimming and fishing in the summer, ice-skating in die winter. Cabin on north side of pond. Fields ready to be farmed. Maple groves willing to produce scrumptious maple syrup. Lilacs, four varieties, waiting to fill the spring air with heady fragrance. Marsh marigolds, lady's slippers, miliums, spring beauties and many more, poised to bloom from spring till fall. Morel mushrooms in early May. Blackberries for jam and pies in late summer. Tart, firm apples in fall. Ivan and Clara Orwig, my great grandparents, bought a piece of land in northern Michigan, intending to become farmers. They built a barn where they put cows, sheep, and chickens and plowed fields for hay and clover, but diey didn't have die knack of planting and harvesting the hay at just die right time, or ensuring the cows would produce enough milk, and ended up working at a factory most of their lives. They kept the two hundred acres and the green and white farmhouse, though, and my great-grandmother consoled herself by turning the front yard into a lavish garden, spending evenings and weekends weeding and watering the delicate blooms with a teacup. In this house, they raised my grandmother, Onda, their only child. She helped weed the flowerbeds, and dragged herself out of bed every morning at five A.M. to help with the milking. She gathered eggs from the chicken coop, even when roosters would fly at her knees. Every couple of years, she climbed a ladder to help repaint the peaks of the house. When she got married, she became Onda Woods, and followed her husband to the small city of Midland where he worked. My great-grandmother eventually decided that she didn't want to maintain a farmhouse that needed frequent coats of paint and constant repairs. Filial piety prompted my grandmother Onda to return to Evart with her family in tow and purchase the house and forty acres, allowing my great-grandparents to move into a house in town. As it happened, my great-grandparents still spent the majority of their time at","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"28 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"121907591","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"nigredo","authors":"Boog","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0020","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0020","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"25 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"125147838","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Planet of the Apes (TV) Relationship: Galen/Zana (OFC) Character: Alan Virdon, Pete Burke, Galen, Zana (Original Female Character) Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Adventure-Drama, Amnesia, Post-Apocalypse, Reboot Series: Part 12 of Planet of the Apes: Hunted Stats: Published: 2018-11-23 Completed: 2019-02-15 Chapters: 25/25 Words: 101707
{"title":"The River","authors":"Jon Muzzall","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2013.0013","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2013.0013","url":null,"abstract":"Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Planet of the Apes (TV) Relationship: Galen/Zana (OFC) Character: Alan Virdon, Pete Burke, Galen, Zana (Original Female Character) Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Adventure-Drama, Amnesia, Post-Apocalypse, Reboot Series: Part 12 of Planet of the Apes: Hunted Stats: Published: 2018-11-23 Completed: 2019-02-15 Chapters: 25/25 Words: 101707","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"62 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2010-10-13","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"126195428","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
. We discuss the geometric phase of Wannier–Stark ladders generated by periodically driven clock states in alkaline-earth(-like) atoms. Using 171 Yb atoms as a concrete example, we show that clock states coupled by a set of detuned clock lasers can be mapped to a pair of two-band Wannier–Stark ladders, where dynamics of the system along each ladder is mapped to Bloch oscillations in a one-dimensional topological lattice. When the adiabatic condition is satisfied, the geometric phase accumulated in one period of the oscillation is quantized, and reveals the change of band topology as the laser parameters are tuned. We show how the difference in geometric phase between different ladders can be experimentally detected through interference between different nuclear spin states, revealing the inherent topological phase transition. Our study sheds light on the engineering of exotic band structures in Floquet dynamics
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