...Laura Wetherington © 2013 Laura Wetherington 2013 Laura Wetherington When you come open, liquid like the morning lake, I swallow up the shadows I play cold moon after Paul Claudel A little younger, a little window, what little else to do. A brute mansion...

...Tom Moylan Since the turn of this century, engaged intellectuals have argued for the refunctioning of a utopian process within actually existing politics. While I accept the caveats about utopianism's ineffectiveness or co-optation that are the bedrock of the cold stream of the Marxist tradition...

... the period of the Cold War to that of globalization. Through an interlinked series of essays published separately over fifteen years, he argues that the “cultural turn” that redefined the study of culture in the first world was mirrored by similar changes in the second and third worlds. The circumstances...

... (2012), and Alan M. Wald’s American Night: The Literary Left in the Era of the Cold War (2012). Whereas Schryer and Szalay address the fiction of and for the emerging professional-managerial class, Wald considers the transformation and suppression of the pro-Communist literary Left during the forties...

...Victor Cohen © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 Cohen 159 Victor Cohen Those Crazy Kids (on Leerom Medovoi, Rebels: Youth and the Cold War Origins of Identity [Durham: Duke UP, 2005]) Most of us who...

... she loses more blood than Ann has in a month. The Thermophobic’s Wife Twenty years in the steel mill, and now he can’t keep cool enough. She does everything she can— has a cold shower running at the first crunch of gravel,  lets him sleep naked on top of white...

... a cold shower running at the first crunch of gravel,  lets him sleep naked on top of white eyelet sheets under the fan, the thermostat turned down to fifty. When they make love she takes a stainless steel bowl from the pot and pan cabinet, sets it on the nightstand...

... forearms and a nose that burned red when he was into his whiskey. Leaning forward, he jabbed the butt of a rifle at Hilton’s shoulder. “You too, pee wee. We got business.” Eliot’s chest tightened in the cold. “What time is it?” he asked. The moon was high and bright through the black square...

...Christian Nagle © 2013 Christian Nagle 2013 Christian Nagle Spook Casal Palocco, 1972 In the villa on Via del Canale della Lingua, a third woman —​Aunt Lucy, this time —​ confided to you the story of cold hands at night, a pressure at her throat —​not lethal...

..., no matter how cold it gets, and tonight it’s so cold that my nostrils froze together when I walked home from my shift at the appliance outlet. He’s not a real pastor, just a homeless guy, but people around here call him Pastor James. Sometimes I’ll slip a buck in his hand. He...

... 9/11 per se, nor is it intended to join the ranks of anti-Bush polemics that have proliferated in recent years. Smith’s concern is with the “underlying structure” that made the War on Terror possible: an interplay of “hot” and “cold” elements in American...

...Alan Britt © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Alan Britt Ebb & Flow So, the earth wobbles; mud escapes its universal womb. That’s it? Broken window stained with transmission fluid. Cold, cold room, ice-blue sheets snapped to attention...

... and stiffened where they stood. It is too cold for decay. Sit by the fire and warm your guts with whiskey. We do not ask ques- tions. Take the shed in the frozen field and the fur that once belonged to Henry’s son. He won’t need it now. Do not go out at night when the temperature digs down deep...

... continued to melt, we found ourselves saying, Damn this place is cold. Because of the cold, we built a space heater the size of Texas. Six of them and a generator. A drive-in movie theater. A roller rink that played eighties music...

...John Hazard hazj@mac.com © 2023 John Hazard 2023 John Hazard Mammals, Late November Science promised a blue sky, but it s locked up somewhere, four days now, prisoner in a far cave. The squirrels and I shuffle through town, making leaves make noise: Whisk whisk go the dry, cold leaves...

... out of the earth. Beneath her loud, Cypriot screams,            she mutters quietly the grief of her life. The wind-broken hip reminds 1974, when they didn’t want the fire in their village, unless it burned through the hunger                     or the cold. When she left north, the village...

... line. He only remembers that it had been cold, so cold, that everyone had worn two pairs of gloves while holding their signs: Honk, if you support us. He only remembers that after three weeks people stopped punching their horns and that money...

... and covers the table for sanitary purposes and crinkles when you sit on it and is cold if you have your pants off, but I sit in one of the two chairs and look at a Popular Mechanics magazine and wonder who reads this stuff? and wait for the doctor. To prepare myself, I glance over at the table...

... desires. Cold coffee in the cup holder. His thumbprint’s bruise on her forearm. Her cut scars. Shake off the cold southern Wyoming— It’s all static. Nicotine, gasoline. Sunglasses rattling on the dash. minnesota review 81 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2331976  © 2013...

.... American Literature and Culture in an Age of Cold War: A Critical Reassessment. Iowa City: University of Iowa Press. Boutang, Yann Moulier. 2011. Cognitive Capitalism. Translated by Ed Emery. Cambridge, UK: Polity. Chen, Mel Y. 2012. Animacies: Biopolitics, Racial Mattering...