...Ranjan Ghosh This article tries to develop a complicated relationship between the material-plastic, the desire principle, and its affective dimensions. It explores how plastic “touches” us multi-sensorially through its materiality and materialization. As ready-made, found, waste, abandoned...

... and the limits of human knowledge” (Alaimo and Hek- man 2008, 14). Her project was initiated with a question: “If life started today in our plastic debris filled oceans, what kinds of life forms would emerge out of this contemporary primordial ooze?” (Yoldas 2014). This question arose as a result...

... tonight? Figure pacing behind curtain; I m stalked I tell him, come in, give me a bite. What color is the drain-forest tonight? What sounds wash from my hair? I tell him, come in, give me a bite. Pull back plastic veil / full-body stare. What sounds wash from my hair? Feel cucumber melon bombs / cherry...

... for another slice of plastic who too would land splayed in a pit. The mass grave that preschool boredom digs. Nana diverted me, I'll tell you now. Ice cream, new crayons, a lily-pink dress. Mobilized, roaring with rage, they can form Special Forces. Draft my brother's...

... Agencies in Anthropocene Seas,” discusses the strange sea depth and its material flows and layers being impacted by human actions. Chapter 5, “Oceanic Origins, Plastic Activism, and New Materialism at Sea,” contrasts supposed marine origins of the human species —​Rachel Carson describes a Darwinian...

... plastic, he noticed her sheer maroon negligee, her necklace of stones shaped like teardrops, and her hair a dry brunette that fell along the sides of her breasts. Her face was petite and pale, blank in expression like an underripe honeydew, and her lips were pursed, as though on the brink of unveiling...

... the whole thing, our outfits and posture and perfume, and how to coach the girls beforehand, and said I had to host it because Shelley’s mom’s trailer smelled like burned plastic and Earlene’s house was too big and fancy. I got rid of all my Glade Plug-Ins because Pastor said city folks think...

... this clown comes in and starts juggling.” Next to his bed is the plastic water pitcher he’s brought home from his last trip to the hospital. I shake it. Ice clicks at the sides as the water sloshes. “And the talent scout says he’s not interested. Packs up his brief- case and papers...

... but the small glowing puck with a plastic flame. A guy in a black leather coat asked what it was all about. A woman in tight jeans shrugged, saying, Some dead girl went missing at last year’s fair. The man chuckled, Probably she wasn’t dead when she went missing. The woman slapped him playfully, You...

.... His recent books include The Plastic Turn (2022) and Plastic Tagore (forthcoming). Bruce Holsinger is Linden Kent Memorial Professor of English at the University of Virginia and editor of New Literary History. His book The Parchment Inheritance: Animals, Archives, and the Making of Culture from...

..., you know,” Dad said. I played that sentence through my head a couple times, listening for a punch line. Dad held the poop-stained towels by the corners like they were dead birds and dropped them into a plastic bag. “All that stuff people say about Karma,” he went...

... on the streets of Mount Vernon, along with its many other travel mates, suitcases, rub- ber boots, car tires, the guts of a convenience store —​plastic baggies of sunflower seeds and bags of chips and bottles of Afrin and Midol and Tums and cans of beer and soda, shiny packets of condoms —​and people...

...Kevin González © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 Kevin Gonzalez Flat American Waltz These hard plastic seats are taking us into the black air. Let's all believe in the place where the black smoke of the bus assimilates, curling up, each strand...

..., poked folded bills through the top-slot I had cut in diaphanous plastic. Opening my cow eyes wide, I’d flash an innocent smile, feel the power of persuasion. Later in my bedroom, I’d count the dollars, arrange change in tiny, powerful towers, tuck it all...

...-shocked in the fig trees  /  but if i was quiet enough  /  a french song would crawl through  /  his muddy diaphragm  /  after school i would watch his gangly body  /  perched upon his favorite plastic covered couch  /  near the window  /  looking out...

... thighs. An animal lingered in its cave behind me. A red slab of meat sighed Coming out of its plastic, and I seared it. Big Midwest machinery under a volcano, sky bothered By chemical rain in rural Muskegon care of outlying Chicago . . . A house-sized generator...

... of displacement how easily the map moves water begets memory after you wrap a country in a box of plastic cleaved into pollutant fragments the last shrill before all animals escape echo through mountains a morning storm ends the blue blur of electricity bluebirds line on electric poles tell me what you know about...

... a single word. And the lab was cold as steel and cloaked in bowed heads and above the white stung the fluorescents. There lay the cadavers and scolded and were scraped of fat. There lay the cadavers beside the ghosts and their carving blocks heavy with pork. And my dad with eyes of plastic and blue...

... above us, shedding its glass & plastic skin, but the hard part is praying to be made of that same permanence. Nothing here leaves on its own. Discolors, only wilts at the name; structures intact. What had no agency still has no agency & with it no death. I don t remember the name of the man I hurt. I...

... on a plastic raft, no sharks in the water. I was thinking, Tom, that your name might be French—deLay, and any association of your surname with the retardation of a progressive agenda might be wholly unmerited. I’m imagining I might see...