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Textualities '17 Conference Reflections

The 3rd round of presentations at today's conference #textualities17 pic.twitter.com/t05csOQhj2

— Luke Pyke-Terrett (@lukepyketerrett) March 10, 2017

While it may have been a minor event in the grand scheme of things, for me at least, the 2017 Textualities conference on 10th March was an intense yet rewarding undertaking.

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Critical Theory

Music in Flannery O'Connor's "Revelation"

Last post, I wrote about “When the Roll is Called Up Yonder” in Richard Wright’s “Long Black Song.” Today, I want to look at another song in a short story, this time in Flannery O’Connor’s “Revelation.” The bluegrass, gospel song “ 1,035 more words

American Literature

in the back of his mind

Later he saw Jesus
move from tree to tree
in the back of his mind,
a wild ragged figure
motioning him to turn around
and come off into the dark…

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Wovenhand - Blush Music

.We interrupt this trip around the music I’d like to buy with a nod to a great album from 2003. Apparently, this was music that David Eugene Edwards wrote for Ultima Vez, a Belgian dance company, which may have something to do with having a less overtly religious theme than his usual fare. 117 more words


A Novel Approach: Writing Literary Fiction in Reverse

One day in the not-too-distant past, I sat down and made myself start writing a novel. There was an internal storm that had been gathering within for some time that I was too lazy and defeatist to do anything about–ideas, diatribes, inspirations, musings left to swirl around in under-utilized recesses. 646 more words


A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories by Flannery O'Connor (Classics Club)

The Classic:

A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories (1955) by Flannery O’Connor

In 1955, with this short story collection, Flannery O’Connor firmly laid claim to her place as one of the most original and provocative writers of her generation.

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Cracks in the Clay

Short Fiction by Biff

The Texas sun beat down on my old faded red Ford F-250 like rain on a tin roof, but instead of water, it was heat.   989 more words