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 sarah cole or truth that is not otherwise available’.^2 Thespeaking wound, an image Caruth borrows from Freud (who in turn i ...

the poetry of pain  and his short lyrics, with their vivid moments of access to both bodies and psyches rippedby war, have re ...

 sarah cole for ‘bodying forth the reality of pain’. Often halting, oblique, and fragmentary, sometimestaking recourse to a k ...

the poetry of pain  large-scale reckonings with pain, writ across bodies, communities, and landscapes, thatinterest me here. ...

 sarah cole the war rubric, from its cause to itsleadingcharacters to its culminating events, is understood in terms of human ...

the poetry of pain  and all the high places of the hills are clear, and the shoulders out-jutting, andthe deep ravines, as en ...

 sarah cole various participants in the Trojan War (or in the Second World War, or in any war);and, even more minutely, it al ...

the poetry of pain  fact, too, that a hiatus is taken, mid-epic, literally to clean the field of the dead, to buryand burn th ...

 sarah cole How do you generalize? Waris hell, but that’s not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adve ...

the poetry of pain  Had blessed with gold their slow boots coming up; Wheneven the little brambles would not yield But clutch ...

 sarah cole Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, Iwoke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died ...

the poetry of pain  Sean O’Casey’s soldiers’ songs inTheSilver Tassie(1929), an embittered play about thecorrosiveeffectsofth ...

 sarah cole body with war. The fact that people create the materials of their own annihilation inno way lessens the affective ...

the poetry of pain  Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Norpublic men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to ...

 sarah cole a regrettable consequence. More generally, though, theIliadfiguresgrief in terms of the loss of friends in combat ...

the poetry of pain  ‘Futility’, Owen turns his attention to a corpse, a body whose anonymity takes shape,ironically, at the v ...

 sarah cole Masses of memoried flowers— Hidethat red wet Thing I must somehow forget.^38 Flowers may do the conventional work ...

the poetry of pain  For lust and senseless hatred make me glad, Andmy killed friends are with me where I go. Wound for red wo ...

 sarah cole discontented’, his ‘ecstasies changed to an ugly cry’, and this characterization of the speakingpersonae who popu ...

the poetry of pain  a kind of army in support of the poet, a disfigured and terrifying community in angrydefiance, with its o ...