The Geography of Pain Exploring the relationship between places and people in Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway and Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. essay by Genevieve Barrons . The phrase “lost generation”—as used by Ernest Hemingway in the epigraph to The Sun Also Rises—refers to a state of political and spiritual crisis. However, at
“1+1=1” and “My Mom’s Interest” photos by Dalaina Heiberg
“1 + 1 = 1” photo by Dalaina Heiberg Commentary My friend Sally Buttervalley and I saw and followed these two ladies walking the streets of Trujillo, Spain. I want to be one like them when we grow up. “My Mom’s Interest” Commentary I took this photo for my Mom because of her liking
“Gates” photo by Cyrus Sie
Gates photo by Cyrus Sie Commentary Found in one of the less-frequented streets in Oxford, England on a summer visit, something inexplicable about the sign attracted me irresistibly to it. The whole time standing there it stared back at me, each passing cyclist effecting a blink of its eye.
“Stranger in a Bookstore” photo by Farisia Thang
Stranger in a Bookstore photo by Farisia Thang Commentary He was a stranger I exchanged a few short glances with in a secondhand bookstore.
About Our Contributors
Issue 1.2: About Our Contributors Stephanie Airth is a second year student planning on applying to the English honours program in April. She enjoys hiking and collects Edgar Allan Poe books and memorabilia. Genevieve Barrons is a fifth year student double majoring in International Relations and English Honours. She wrote her honours thesis on the
About Issue 1.2
About Issue 1.2 . It’s been another great term for The Garden Statuary and again we were delighted, awed and challenged by our peers’ submissions. From the 55 poems, 23 prose, 48 multimedia and 29 academic pieces we received, it was no easy feat to choose the final selections that you see here. . In
“Love, Ophelia” – poem by Chelsea Pratt
Love, Ophelia poem by Chelsea Pratt Pearls mark poison. The way you shimmer, I should’ve known. The crown jewel’s love-slicked lips sucked drought dry. Did I know then I nursed madness and would I drink again? Earth’s parched cradle for a moment, wrapped around the world. No choice here, not when all narrows to you,
“Praise” – poem by Luke Fraser
Praise poem by Luke Fraser The candle’s flame licks the thin cracks around the Buddha’s face. On his cheek the light shines through his gouged palm where the bullet left its wound. While the logs of his sanctuary crumble and the bamboo shoots reclaim his holy land, he sits. Waits. Prays. Behind the stone eye-lids
“An Ode to Sylvia Plath” – fiction by Nafiza Azad
An Ode to Sylvia Plath fiction by Nafiza Azad “The Tongues of Hell” . We specialize in lies and silver hearts made from crystallized sodium silicate at a hundred and fifteen degrees Celsius. The hearts are liars too. With a twinge of mercury in their azure depths. We have tongues red with the raspberry
“One Week Later, Dick North Died III” – photo by Laura Elena Tinoco
One Week Later, Dick North Died III photo by Laura Elena Tinoco Commentary This photo belongs to a series that refers to Haruki Murakami’s novel Dance Dance Dance. The image represents one of the six skeletons
“HK/Summer 2011” – photo series by Maddie Gorman
“HK/Summer 2011” photo series by Maddie Gorman Star Ferry Pier, Tsim Sha Tsui Bowen Road, Home Midnight, Cotton Tree Drive Commentary HK/Summer 2011 manifested out of a deeply personal desire to preserve moments in space and time that I felt were particularly vulnerable to change. Walking around the city I grew
“Dreamweaver” and “La Fontana Mágica” – photos by Beth d’Aoust
“Dreamweaver” photo by Beth d’Aoust Commentary This photo was captured during a winter solstice celebration in an elaborately constructed ice cave at Apex Mountain, just outside Penticton, BC. The subject, Manya, had built herself a humble sanctuary in one of the many nooks and crannies of the cave and was hosting a small ceremony for
“Her Father’s Daughter: Locating the Maternal in Shakespeare’s King Lear” – essay by Chelsea Pratt
Her Father’s Daughter: Locating the Maternal in Shakespeare’s King Lear essay by Chelsea Pratt . Opening with a jocular account of extramarital pregnancy, the language of female reproduction permeates the whole of King Lear. Despite these linguistic invocations, the maternal body remains physically absent on stage: the princesses’ mother has passed away before the action
“Postscript” by Michael Prior
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