The Conference on Christianity & Literature

Autumn 2006, Volume 56 Issue 1

Articles

Christian Typology and Social Critique in Melville's "The Two Temples"
Jonathan A. Cook

An Idolatrous Imagination? Biblical Theology and Romanticism in Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre
Alison Searle

Wingless Chickens or Catholics from the Bayou: Conceptions of Audience in O'Connor and Gautreaux
L. Lamar Nisly

Special Features

"If Any Fire Endures Beyond Its Flame": An Interview with Dana Gioia
Robert Lance Snyder

Of Beauty and a Father's Love
David Lyle Jeffrey

Review Essays

Words Made Flesh: Poetry and the Eucharistic Feast
Angela O'Donnell

The Wound as Memory of Ineffable Touch: Four Poets Offer a Way Through
Sofia M. Starnes

Poetry

Words
Unsaid
Planting a Sequoia
Counting the Children
On Approaching Forty
Speaking of Love
The Litany
A California Requiem
Dana Gioia

Book Reviews

Galen K. Johnson, Prisoner of Conscience: John Bunyan on Self, Community and Christian Faith
David J. Leigh

Philip C. Kolin, The Wailing Walls
Stella Ann Nesanovich

Malcolm Woodland, Wallace Stevens and the Apocalyptic Mode
Donald J. Blount, ed., The Contemplated Spouse: The Letters of Wallace Stevens to Elsie
Jacqueline Vaught Brogan

Robert Baker, The Extravagant: Crossings of Modern Poetry and Modern Philosophy
Gerald Bruns

George Steiner, Lessons of the Masters
Darryl Tippens

John C. Sommerville, The Decline of the Secular University
Steve J. Van Der Weele

 

Questions to Tammy Ditmore (tammy.ditmore@pepperdine.edu)

In the Latest Issue of Christianity & Literature:


King of Hush

William Kelley Woolfitt

King of hush, king of
   hidden things,
of blood pulsing through
   veins and arteries,
king of fresh yeast,
   and salt, and
   sprouting seed,
the dog-woman's
   crumbs, the lost
   son's ring.

Slave of the stick's thud
   and the whip's sting,
slave of fall on your
   face and slump
   in the street,
of whimper and grunt,
   slave of creeping things,
of blood leaking and
   pebbles biting into knees.

Lover fallen like a star,
   trampled but lighting
the woman who poured
   her tears on your feet,
men who reek of sardines,
   boat-pitch, and the sea,
minnow eggs and the
   first frog in the spring,
small voices, foolish things.

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