I first met Robert Creeley in 2004 on a hot October Indian summer afternoon. Walking through Brown University’s elegant campus, heading to Creeley’s office, I experienced a bizarre feeling of both fear and excitement. I was about to meet the “subject” of my doctoral dissertation. Someone who, up to that moment, had only been a picture in a book and a voice recorded on a file, downloaded from the Internet.
Birincil Dil | İngilizce |
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Bölüm | Research Article |
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Yayımlanma Tarihi | 1 Nisan 2008 |
Yayımlandığı Sayı | Yıl 2008 Sayı: 27 |
JAST - Journal of American Studies of Turkey