Birdhouses
Introduction When we examine a nest, we place ourselves at the origin of confidence in the world. —Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space1Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space (New York:...
"Gaps in People's Lacks": James Franco's As I Lay Dying
...consider the fact that The Los Angeles Review of Books has run not one, but two interviews with Franco, as well as a review, in the last six months about...
Struggle Against Disease and Discrimination: The Jesse Peel Papers
...the infrastructure work next spring and JHP will be ready to receive the world during the Olympics. Then in October the entire HIV/AIDS and Gay communities will come together to...
Negotiating Gender Lines: Women's Movement across Atlanta Mosques
...Sjoquist (New York: Russell Sage, 2000), 2. The mismatch between the alarming poverty rates and the perceptions of Atlanta as a thriving city for African Americans reflects what social scientists...
Searcy County Livestock Auction
...by aging hippies in the Arkansas Ozarks. Entering the livestock auction house for the first time, I was immersed in a world of unfamiliar gestures, rituals, and languages. I was...
MARBL Highlights: The Black Comic Books Collection
...one of the new acquisitions. Philadelphia brothers Dawud Anyabwile (illustrator), Guy A. Sims (writer), and Jason Sims (producer) launched what became an eleven-issue run in 1990. Often hailed as one of...
Race, Capitalism, and the Rise and Fall of Black Beach Communities
...well heeled that sought a municipally incorporated, self-governed, social world apart from whites and blacks of lower socioeconomic status. Further attesting to the diversity of the black waterfront, large crowds...
Constructed Views: New Meets Old in Mid-South Cities
Introduction Since coming to Mississippi in 1999, most of my photographic energies have gone into making images of the social and cultural landscapes of the rural and small-town South. During...
I Find Joy In the Cemetery Trees
I find joy in the cemetery trees. Their roots are in our hearts. In their leaves the soul of another century is in ascension. I hear the rustling of their...
Vestibule
...that is what you say. What I know is what is sacred. Lord of this other world, let me recall that night. Let me again hear how our whispered exclamations...