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Holiday closure: The King's campus is closed from end of day December 20 to January 2.
Now is a quiet time on King’s campus. So quiet in fact, that if you listen very closely you can hear the distant murmurs of students’ thoughts.
Crickets is a summer writing project made by and for current Contemporary Studies students. If you’re interested in writing for Crickets please contact ssharp@dal.ca.
Title image: Untitled, 2020. Photographed by Audrey Chan.
Dara Carr is a third-year student at the University of King's College and Dalhousie pursuing a combined honours in Contemporary Studies and Classics. Her interests include literary modernism, listening to The Strokes, and playing on the King's women's rugby team.
Sabina Willmott is a third-year student pursuing a degree in English and Creative Writing. It is difficult for her to write about herself because her sense of her own identity seems to shift every day, but baking, painting, and letter-writing always remain constants in her life. Right now, she’s trying not to take life too seriously…
As my undergraduate degree comes to a close, I am increasingly dodging anxious inquiries from relatives and friends. Unexpectedly, or maybe not, three years of university haven’t changed my interests, but rather affirmed and deepened them. These days, as I prepare for my final year, it feels like I’m returning to an earlier version of myself...
I’m little — young, that is, not physically small — I couldn’t be older than seven, eight at most. I sit patiently in the backseat of my father’s dirty Volvo, hands folded neatly in my lap, more still than I’ve ever managed to sit in my adult life. My father grips the steering wheel at ten and two...
In “Reflections on Gender and Science,” Evelyn Fox Keller compiles her essays in a cohesive and dynamic overview of misogyny and sexism in science. Examining Bacon’s “The Masculine Birth of Time"...
I’ve been thinking a lot about love. We are living through a time seemingly defined by love, or rather, its absence. The swift implementations of lockdowns across the world have prompted questions of how such mass collective action, previously dismissed as impossible, was realized within days.
Shuffling jackets and chair legs scraping against the ground signal a coming confrontation with the cold. I was wondering, I venture, flattening myself against the wall to make room for exiting classmates, if I could write a personal essay instead?
I spent a summer in my twenties next to my mother in the gardens of millionaires. At the beginning of the season, I was tormented by sneezing fits and an unshakeable throat itch late at night. It was an unfortunate time to be sneezing all the time––the paranoia of the global pandemic...
The tensions between the individual and the collective have never been more fraught. And, given that I read Susan Sontag's Regarding the Pain of Others this winter, recently I’ve been thinking a lot about empathy, the way we travel up and through these links between ourselves and others...