… By Frederick Jackson Turner. New York: Henry Holt and Company. $3.50. The Rise of the City, 1878-1898. By Arthur … of values. In an essay on “The West—1876 and 1926,” he treats this urbanization and industrial development … and some element of doubt as to the eternal goodness embodied in this progress. And the West remains a section, or a …
… barely perceptible humps, as if to blur any traces of the commonplace. Stone was born in 1902, the youngest son of a … which I understood better when he told me that his wife had died of cholera in Amman. Pomfret had begun to tick without … On his travels, a black assistant carried his briefcase and plane tickets until Pomfret convinced him that …
Poetry
… Commission Where memory divides like the first language we … is in them. Behind my grandmother’s house, light flares and dies in pastures above the evergreens. This is the Northern … I draw straight lines along the ruler-edge between points A and B and pretend not to notice children watching …
Essays
… real darkness. By extension, these populations possess a compromised understanding of the night sky as vista, a … in the skies above Padua. They were the first celestial bodies proven to be orbiting something other than Earth, thus … dark patch—insulated, on all sides, by protected land (262,000 acres of Susquehannock State Forest, an impenetrable …
… . . .”) and at the same time he is riding a unicycle and also juggling such things as oranges, apples, eggs, and when … old and who says he is a damn good fryer and froster, but complains that the grease is starting to get to him, that in … in a good neighborhood, and the building has a doorman—I become aware that I am working in time to a rhythm of dull …
… that has spread to academia: the subject of sports has become intellectually respectable, an appropriate field for … German and French sources, most of which antedate studies undertaken in the United States, and the breadth is … of socialization; but a considerable body of evidence points to television as the chief contributor to the apathy …