bluuebunny/crossref_metadata_2025_split huggingface dataset:
Richard David Comstock (published 1930)
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Always Like This
I want to get well, but I can’t, it seems,
And I’m still disturbed in my restless dreams, And I just can’t catch the sunlight’s beams.
Will it always be like this?
There’s something bothers me all night. It hectors, taunts till the morning’s light, And the mirror shows me a sorry sight.
Will I always look like this?
I try to do just as the doctors say And do it all in the proper way,
But still I drag on thru’ listless days. Will all days be like this?
But one thing sure, there’s room for a grave On the old home ranch where the free
winds rave,
And its one long rest, with sorrow saved, Then it will not be like this.
I’m sick of the hustling to and fro,
And I want to go where there is no woe, But I don’t dare tell the doctor so,
That things are so amiss,
For he’d give me a funny look,
And write me up in a black-bound book Where the suicidal notes are took,
I’d be much worse off than this.
Stanley Kunitz(1905–2006)
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
The Portrait
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time and in a public park,
that spring
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping. When I came down from the attic with the pastel portrait in my hand of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache and deep brown level eyes, she ripped it into shreds without a single word
and slapped me hard. In my sixty-fourth year I can feel my cheek still burning.
Delmore Schwartz (1913–1966)
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
from “The Studies of Narcissus”
The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is a capital Like Rome, ruined and eternal,
Marked by the monuments which no one
Now remembers. For the mind, like Rome, contains Catacombs, aqueducts, amphitheatres, palaces, Churches and equestrian statues, fallen, broken or soiled. The mind possesses and is possessed by all the ruins
Of every haunted, hunted generation’s celebration.
I waited like obsession in solitude:
The sun’s white terror tore and roared at me, The moonlight, almond white, at night, Whether awake or sleeping, arrested me And sang, softly, haunted, unlike the sun
But as the sun. Withheld from me or took away Despair or peace, making me once more
With thought of what had never been before—
—The others were the despots of despair—
The river’s freshness sailed from unknown sources—
. . . They snickered giggled, laughed aloud at last, They mocked and marvelled at the statue which was A caricature, as strained and stiff, and yet
A statue of self-love!—since self-love was
To them, truly my true love, how, then, was I a stillness of nervousness
So nervous a caricature: did they suppose Self-love was unrequited, or betrayed?
Philip Larkin (1922–1985)
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Neurotics
No one gives you a thought, as day by day You drag your feet, clay-thick with misery.
None think how stalemate in you grinds away, Holding your spinning wheels an inch too high To bite on earth. The mind, it’s said, is free:
But not your minds, They, rusted stiff, admit Only what will accuse or horrify,
Like slot-machines only bent pennies fit.
So year by year your tense unfinished faces Sink further from the light. No one pretends To want to help you now. For interest passes Always towards the young and more insistent,
And skirts locked rooms where a hired darkness ends Your long defence against the non-existent.
Thomas P. Beresford (1946– )
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Edith in Ann Arbor
“Where will it end?” she asked me one time, years ago, Before it ended there and began somewhere else.
Indecency was an abstraction to be borne, Not fought with. She was older, more adept At life than I, and watching her was watching
Changelessness in the lunar face through dark and light. Until one night the swinging corpse of a child in a closet Woke me and the floating corpse of the same still child Woke me again, killing the last indecency.
She bore it to an end. I fought it to a draw.
An ending and an endlessness was all we saw.
Yusef Komunyakaa (1947– )
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Losses
After Nam he lost himself, not trusting his hands with loved ones.
His girlfriend left,
& now he scouts the edge of town, always with one ear
cocked & ready to retreat, to blend with hills, poised
like a slipknot
becoming a noose.
Unlike punji stakes,
his traps only snag the heart.
Sometimes he turns in a circle until a few faces from Dak To
track him down.
A dress or scarf in the distance can nail him to a dogwood.
Down below, to his left,
from where the smog rises,
a small voice reaches his ear somehow. No, never mind—
he’s halfway back, closer to a ravine, going deeper into saw vines,
in behind White Cove,
following his mind like a dark lover, away from car horns & backfire where only days are stolen.
Mark Jarman (1952– )
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Questions for Ecclesiastes
What if on a foggy night in a beachtown, a night when the Pacific leans close like the face of a wet cliff, a preacher were called to the house of a suicide, a house of strangers, where a child had discharged a rifle through the roof of her mouth and the top of her skull?
What if he went to the house where the parents, stunned into plaster statues, sat behind their coffee table, and what if he assured them that the sun would rise and go down, the wind blow south, then turn north, whirling constantly, rivers—even the concrete flume of the great Los Angeles—run into the sea, and four-
teen year old girls would manage to spirit themselves out of life, nothing was new under the sun?
What if he said the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing? Would he want to view the bedroom vandalized by self-murder or hear the
quiet before the tremendous shout of the gun or the people inside the shout, shouting or screaming, crying and pounding to get into the room, kicking through the hollow-core door and making a new sound and becoming a new silence—the silence he entered with his comfort?
What if as comfort he said to the survivors I praise the dead which are dead already more than the living, and better is he than both dead and living who is not yet alive? What if he folded his hands together and ate his own flesh in prayer? For he did pray with them. He asked them, the mother and father, if
David Baker (1954– )
Authors: Bauer Mark S 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Hyper
Then a stillness descended the blue hills.
I say stillness. They were three deer, then four.
They crept down the old bean field, these four deer, for fifteen minutes—more—as we watched them
in the field, in the soughing snow. That’s how slowly they moved in stillness, slender deer. The fourth limped behind the other three, we could see, even in the darkness, as it
dragged its right hindquarter where it was hit or shot. Katie sat back on her heels.
The dog held in his prints, or Kate held him, hardly breathing at first. Then we relaxed.
Blue night descended our neighbor’s blown hills. And the calm that comes with seeing something beautiful but far from perfect descended— absolute attention, a fixity.
I say absolute. It was stillness.
In the books we gathered, the first theory holds that the condition’s emergence is most common at age eight, if less in girls than boys, or more vividly seen in boys whose fidgets, whose deficit attentions, like little psycho-economic realms,
are prone to twitches-turned-to-virulence, anxieties palpable in vocalized explosions—though now we know in girls it’s only on the surface less severe,
Humane Housing for Hogs
Authors: Beauchamp Tom L , Orlans F Barbara , Dresser Rebecca , Morton David B , Gluck John P 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Bacon, pork chops, ham, sausage, hot dogs, bratwurst, tenderloin, ribs, pork roast, pulled-pork sandwiches, and pepperoni pizza: the variety of products that can be made from pig meat runs the gamut. From a McDonald’s Egg McMuffin to the most exquisite pork belly on the menu at the world’s finest restaurants, products made from pigs are everywhere. Pigs are the largest single source of meat for human beings, accounting for almost 40% of meat consumption worldwide by weight.1 Each year in the United States, over 100 million pigs are slaughtered, for total cash receipts in excess of $10 billion. Most consumers of pig meat have no contact with the animals they eat and little if any knowledge of the conditions under which the animals are raised and slaughtered. The Humane Farming Association (HFA), a nonprofit group interested in animal welfare, has found that the conditions under which pigs are farmed are generally not of high quality. The HFA has obtained video footage of pigs being boiled alive, beaten, and killed without being stunned or otherwise rendered insensitive to pain. One farm the HFA investigated is HKY, a large hog farm located in Wausa, Nebraska. The HFA found that HKY is a representative example of improper care and harms caused by factory farms.
Head Injury Experiments on Primates at the University of Pennsylvania
Authors: Beauchamp Tom L , Orlans F Barbara , Dresser Rebecca , Morton David B , Gluck John P 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Rapid social change is often stimulated by commanding events. The case presented below, involving baboons, marks a critical turning point in the history of twentieth-century animal experimentation. The stakeholders include a respected scientist, an Ivy League university, the federal government, and the newly formed (at the time) activist group People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). PETA’s actions, as it turned out, triggered major changes in public attitudes toward animal welfare issues and regulation by public policy and law.
What Does the Public Have a Right to Know?
Authors: Beauchamp Tom L , Orlans F Barbara , Dresser Rebecca , Morton David B , Gluck John P 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
The Progressive Animal Welfare Society (PAWS), a nonprofit organization in the state of Washington, and the University of Washington (UW) in Seattle have generated controversy over several issues regarding the organization’s access to information about the university’s procedures and positions. Major questions are: Does an activist animal welfare organization have a legal or moral right to information about newly proposed or renewed animal experiments conducted at the university? Should such organizations be present at oversight committee meetings where animal experiments are either approved or disapproved? PAWS presents itself as representative of a segment of the community that is concerned about the welfare and protection of laboratory animals. It maintains that it should have a voice in what is done to animals at the university. The university is partially funded by revenues from state taxes and therefore is publicly accountable. But the university does not agree that PAWS has anything to do with questions of accountability. University officials view PAWS as an antivivisection group prone to distort information about animal experiments. John A. Coulter, executive director of health sciences administration for the university, says that the university is not opposed to divulging information, but it is opposed to giving certain types of information to PAWS and to having PAWS participate in university affairs. PAWS might raise public opposition to already approved animal experiments, which might result in unwanted confrontation and even stoppage of animal experiments and embarrassment to the university.
Can There Be Cruelty-Free Cosmetic Testing?
Authors: Beauchamp Tom L , Orlans F Barbara , Dresser Rebecca , Morton David B , Gluck John P 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
In the early 1970s, as part of a study into nonsurgical treatments of squint, Alan Scott, a clinical researcher, discovered that a bacterial toxin could be used to treat abnormal muscle spasms (dystonias).Such dystonias are responsible for a range of conditions other than squints, including facial spasms such as an involuntary and uncontrollable closure of the eyelid (blepharospasm). The toxin works by relaxing muscles through a local action on the nerves supplying the affected muscles. In 1987 Jean Carruthers, an ophthalmologist visiting Scott, noticed that the treatment of blepharospasm coincidentally resulted in the disappearance of the frown lines above the nose. She told her husband, a dermatologist, about this observation, and he remarked that he had been using the toxin for some time for cosmetic purposes, including the removal of these skin creases. They published a key paper in 1992, and the toxin—marketed under a variety of names such as Botox, Myobloc, and Dysport—has since found a variety of cosmetic and other uses (for 50 or so conditions, a number sure to increase), including replacing antiperspirants. The FDA approved Botox for medical uses in 1989 and for cosmetic uses in 2002. But there is a problem. The toxin has to be purified from a culture (of Clostridium botulinum), and each batch varies in strength. In order to determine the “potency” of each batch, every new batch has to be tested in mice using a lethality test from which some of the mice will die a painful death due to the paralysis of the breathing muscles, akin to asphyxiation.
Dark Twins
Authors: Weinstein Philip 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
He had apparently been drinking fairly heavily, and the outrageous words tumbled out: “If I have to choose between the United States government and Mississippi, then I’ll choose Mississippi. [I]f it came to fighting I’d fight for Mississippi against the United States even if it meant going out into the street and shooting Negroes” (LG 261). So spoke Faulkner in a New York interview with Russell Howe. It was early 1956; civil rights turmoil was approaching a boiling point. A young black woman named Autherine Lucy had been accepted into the University of Alabama. Southerners were already rioting at the prospect, but a federal court ordered the university to admit her nevertheless. Faulkner desperately wanted Lucy and the integrationists who stood behind her to back off. He was certain she would not enter the university alive. Word of his desire to speak got out, and the Reporter magazine set up an interview. Howe might been amazed to hear America’s foremost novelist—however intoxicated—speak as he did. When the interview appeared in print (in the London Sunday Times as well), Faulkner was horrified by his own words. He had seen no prior draft. He immediately wrote a letter to the Reporter explaining that the statements attributed to him were ones “which no sober man would make, nor any sane man believe” (ESPL 621). Off-balance in that charged interview moment, he felt betrayed by the mirror image of his own quoted voice. A month later, he would claim that Howe’s interview was “more a misconstruction than a misquotation” (F 618). Even though accurately reported (as Howe strenuously insisted), the views expressed in that interview were not his. Faulkner’s words, but not his thoughts. Not really Faulkner. Something more than incoherence is at work here.
In Search Of Sanctuary
Authors: Weinstein Philip 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
He was not unconscious the whole time. Specific details would flare into focus, then flee as swiftly as they had come. All he knew for sure was that he could not move, though he could not remember why. Where was he anyway? Sprawled out—half sitting, half lying—he pressed tentatively on his pounding head, trying to frame this moment of pure distress. An image arose in his mind: he was in New York, at his favorite hotel, the Algonquin. He had come here to complete the contracts with Random House for The Unvanquished: which meant that it was November 1937. He had come here to forget something as well—he suddenly knew what that was—but he had less luck there. Meta Carpenter was who he wanted to forget, who now appeared in his mind’s eye with aching clarity. He concentrated again, his screen of consciousness widened. Depressed—he had his reasons for it—he had been drinking steadily the night before. He had drifted from bar to bar, then seen no need to stop once he returned to his room. He vaguely remembered the sensation of booze sliding down his throat, the sought-after numbness it radiated. But how had that moment led to this one? Straining once more, he got hold of another image. The last thing he had done was to make his way into the bathroom and settle onto the toilet seat, bottle in hand. Time for one more swig before bed.
Review of the Collected Poems of Sterling A. Brown
Authors: Gates Henry Louis 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
By 1932, when Sterling Brown published Southern Road, his first book of poems, the use of black vernacular structures in Afro-American poetry was controversial, indeed. Of all the arts, only through music had blacks invented and fully defined a tradition both widely regarded and acknowledged to be uniquely their own. Black folktales, while roundly popular, were commonly thought to be the amusing fantasies of a childlike people, whose saga and anecdotes about rabbits and bears held nothing deeper than the attention span of a child, à la Uncle Remus or even Green Pastures. And what was generally called “dialect,” the unique form of English that Afro-Americans spoke, was thought by whites to reinforce received assumptions about the Negro’s mental inferiority.
Two Lost Sonnets by Sterling A. Brown
Authors: Tidwell John Edgar , Ted Genoways 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
The emergence of Sterling A. Brown into poetic maturity resulted from a well- known dialectical engagement with the aesthetics of African American folk tradition. As Brown recounted so often, these experiential and imaginative encounters derived from a benevolent conspiracy between his theologian fa- ther, the Reverend Sterling Nelson Brown, and the eminent historian Carter G. Woodson to send the younger Brown South, to learn something about his people. Socially, this meant that at Virginia College and Seminary (1923–1926), before moving on to Lincoln University (1926–1928) and Fisk University (1928–1929), Sterling A. Brown began divesting himself of the confining black middle-class ethos of Washington, D.C., and of a New England–Ivy League sensibility instilled by formal education at Williams College (1918–1922) and Harvard University (1922–1923). Aesthetically, the move South meant an enthusiastic immersion into and embrace of the black South, especially its folk life, language, and lore—a relationship from which would come his best-known work. Lost, or at least understated, in this pursuit of a folk-based metaphysic is his point of departure.
Slim Greer, Sterling A. Brown, and the Art of Tall Tale
Authors: Tidwell John Edgar 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
A well-known story goes something like this: “One time a fellow was walking across the river road when he seen a hat laying in the road, so he gave it a kick and it was on a man’s head. He asked him if he needed help and he said, ‘I guess not; I’m on horseback.’ “While the story’s brevity and hyperbole deliberately understate the horseman’s predicament, they heighten his bravado, self- reliance, and courage to endure hardship. Such qualities place this improbable story at the heart of the tall tale tradition.
“A Brown Study”: Sterling Brown’s Legacy of Compassionate Connections
Authors: Callahan John F 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Struggling to write about Sterling Brown, his poetry and criticism, at first I could utter only half-remembered, half-invented fragments from the many conversations we had during the fifteen years I knew him and was his friend. Hearing Sterling’s voice so tinged with sorrow songs and trainwhistle blues, I thought of William Butler Yeats, whom Sterling loved for his music and his discovery and twentieth-century redirection of Irish folklore, and whose shivering, sinewy voice Sterling had heard on a recording from the 1930s. Some lines came into my head, and like the folks who drop in unexpectedly in Sterling’s poems, they lingered on the front porch of my mind: I sought a theme and sought for it in vain. I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
A Symposium on the Life and Work of Sterling Brown: With Chet Lasell, Eleanor Holmes Norton, Paula Giddings, Sterling Stuckey, Wahneema Lubiano, and Cornel West
Authors: Smith Edited by David L 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Chet lasell: Good morning ladies and gentlemen. My name is Chet Lasell, and I’m Director of Alumni Relations for Williams College. On behalf of the College, it’s my pleasure to welcome you to this symposium on the life and work of Sterling Brown. The connections between Williams and Dunbar High go back to the era of the 1920s, when there was an influx of Dunbar graduates, including Sterling Brown, to Williams. Thus began a close and fruitful relationship that continues today. We greatly appreciate the valuable assistance that Dunbar’s representatives have provided for this program today. This weekend’s events, which honor Sterling Brown and celebrate the visiting professorship established at Williams in his name, would not have been possible without the generosity and dedication of the members of our Williams black alumni network and several of our graduated classes. I also want to ac- knowledge the hard work and involvement of the members of our Washington Alumni Association and the twenty-one Williams alumni who are members of the highly effective Sterling Brown Events Committee. We sincerely appreciate all of your efforts.
Wife of a Celebrity
Authors: Velde Lea Vander 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
One summer day in 1857, as a freedwoman was ironing in her own front room on an alley in St. Louis, she saw a pair of white men approach. Her two daughters were busy assisting her, stoking the fire and moving the heavy irons from stove to ironing board so they would be hot enough to smooth the wrinkles from the freshly laundered clothes. At the back of the room, behind another ironing board, her elderly husband was asleep.
Winters Deep
Authors: Velde Lea Vander 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Six or seven people living in close proximity in the small agency house meant that, inevitably, each person learned to recognize the others’ movements by the distinctive way that a floorboard creaked, or by a sniffle or a cough. The sounds of the maidservants’ movements were muffled in their basement domain while the three upstairs dwellers’ movements—the master, the mistress, and her brother, H. N. Dillon—were amplified down into the kitchen from above. All of the house’s inhabitants were drawn into even closer proximity by their need to share the fires’ warmth.
Celestial Explorers
Authors: Velde Lea Vander 
Published: November 2023

Abstract
Several of the summer’s steamboat tourists wished to remain at the agency. Since servants’ help was necessary to making the frontier livable, it was also the key to extending hospitality. “[A]s we are not prepared for much company, none remained but a distinguished French gentleman—who had letters to me from my friends in St. Louis,” the master wrote. The French gentleman, who was invited to stay, filled the place of houseguest after Mistress Taliaferro’s brother departed. Joseph Nicollet remained with the Taliaferros all winter. His was a friendship in which one was invited to visit and remains for the year. The master wrote: “So Monr. Nicollet has comfortable quarters in my family residence and the use of the Agency house to store and carry on his observation at his leisure.”