To My Darling, My Love, My Human

By Eleni Andonatos Schellenburg   I smell something nice; I smell something great: It’s the trash from the snacks and the food on my plate!    Forgive me, please feed me, I won’t wait forever. On the desk, on a chest, I’ll eat it wherever.    Once I hunger no longer, I’ll jump on mother’sContinue reading “To My Darling, My Love, My Human”

“A Word We Use to Plug Holes With”: The Concept of Love in Poetry

By Julia Bifulco The topic of love is ever-present in art, and despite how often we see it, we are always eager to revisit it. Throughout the centuries, however, the word ‘love’ has been used less and less sparingly. Instead of reserving it for the utmost special and overwhelming emotions, it is thrown at anyContinue reading ““A Word We Use to Plug Holes With”: The Concept of Love in Poetry”

Finding Absurdity to Cope with Literary Tragedies: An Analysis of Kafka’s Metamorphosis, Hardy’s Tess of the d’Urbervilles and Brontë’s Wuthering Heights

By Talia Kliot After two years in English literature at Dawson, I have noticed that the works we study tend to be analyzed from a melancholic angle. Examples of such works include Hardy’s Tess of the D’Urbervilles (1891), a heartbreaking story of a fallen woman, and Brontë’s Wuthering Heights (1847), an unfortunate tale of twoContinue reading “Finding Absurdity to Cope with Literary Tragedies: An Analysis of Kafka’s Metamorphosis, Hardy’s Tess of the d’Urbervilles and Brontë’s Wuthering Heights”

“Perpetual Female Entrapment:” An Analysis of Identity in Mrs. Dalloway and The Bell Jar

By Anastasia Kolokatsis The Modernist movement is renowned as being a period of tension and change. This atmosphere is translated into the literary works of the time, in which authors reflected on the disillusionment brought on by the events of World War 1. They wrote openly about their collective anxiety and helplessness concerning these topicsContinue reading ““Perpetual Female Entrapment:” An Analysis of Identity in Mrs. Dalloway and The Bell Jar”

Dawson Library Daydream

By Talia Kliot Even the plates have character in the country. I imagine that someone meticulously painted on the blue and yellow flowers, each petal a careful stroke. The pancakes are piled up and steam seeps out of their fluffy pores, the smell of browned edges wafting through the fresh, country air. If I makeContinue reading “Dawson Library Daydream”