{"title":"Between Two Worlds: The In-between Aesthetics of Arnold Bennett in Anna of the Five Towns","authors":"Y. Park","doi":"10.1093/litimag/imac029","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1093/litimag/imac029","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":41063,"journal":{"name":"Literary Imagination","volume":null,"pages":null},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2022-06-30","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"79981553","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":3,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"A Feminist Critique of J.M. Coetzee’s Waiting for the Barbarians: How One Piece of 1980s Literature Continues to Perpetuate Misogynistic Ideology","authors":"E. Crowe","doi":"10.1093/litimag/imac026","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1093/litimag/imac026","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":41063,"journal":{"name":"Literary Imagination","volume":null,"pages":null},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2022-06-30","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"87072015","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":3,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
1.Closed, the library has displayed its old bookson long tables, some on end, others stacked
1.闭馆后，图书馆把旧书陈列在长桌上，有些是竖着的，有些是叠在一起的
{"title":"Windrows","authors":"Sandler M.","doi":"10.1093/litimag/imac001","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1093/litimag/imac001","url":null,"abstract":"<span>1.Closed, the library has displayed its old bookson long tables, some on end, others stacked</span>","PeriodicalId":41063,"journal":{"name":"Literary Imagination","volume":null,"pages":null},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2022-02-09","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"138508751","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":3,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Man Swimming in Home-Dug Pool","authors":"Smith D.","doi":"10.1093/litimag/imab053","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1093/litimag/imab053","url":null,"abstract":"<span><span style=\"font-style:italic;\">At bottom the world isn’t a joke.</span><span style=\"font-style:italic;\">Robert Frost</span></span>","PeriodicalId":41063,"journal":{"name":"Literary Imagination","volume":null,"pages":null},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2022-01-20","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"138508752","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":3,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Awake at dawn I stand before iced glass.A flap of newspaper the night’s left limpclings to a pine sapling, even big wordsbled out like poor women stabbed or shotin Memphis, where TV hurls at us nowthe awful, ordinary assaults we escape.Soon, I’ll eat, dress, start my car for work.
{"title":"February Fox","authors":"Smith D.","doi":"10.1093/litimag/imab055","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1093/litimag/imab055","url":null,"abstract":"<span>Awake at dawn I stand before iced glass.A flap of newspaper the night’s left limpclings to a pine sapling, even big wordsbled out like poor women stabbed or shotin Memphis, where TV hurls at us nowthe awful, ordinary assaults we escape.Soon, I’ll eat, dress, start my car for work.</span>","PeriodicalId":41063,"journal":{"name":"Literary Imagination","volume":null,"pages":null},"PeriodicalIF":0.1,"publicationDate":"2022-01-20","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"138508780","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":3,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
Now that I am dead under the azaleascolorful as a woman’s wedding gown,below dirt just heaped, what good is love?I made such noise about feeling I waslonely, misery-ridden, badly done-to,I made myself sick and turned to wordstwisted into little songs I liked to hum.Women in glasses often asked for more,crossing their legs, watching the windows.Whatever they said, they said love iswhy a man wants a new car, why songsand home towns are always waiting for himto walk in disguised as wisdom and sex.The story is people can’t get enough jokesto chain them together, laughing, cryinguntil the man goes into a bar, the womansnorts, sixty minutes you’re dreaming,and the barman snickers oh stop it nowas the dark ending slips through a side door,sleek bitch quickly gone with someone else,and day ticks, clicks on like the streetlight.So there I was, lifting the foamed glass,trying to remember who I had ever loved,and who might have loved me whenthe lovers walked in, took a quiet booth,spoke a few words, then one took it outand bang! missed the other, but got me.It’s that randomness I miss most of all,the way love filled in the cracks of a day,or showed up in a bar all normal lookingbut already crazy, already the squeezenot you, not them, not anyone alive keeps.
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