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Invocation: FIFTY is Nifty 援引：五十是Nifty

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900519

I. M. Lithic

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Breathing Without a Head: Plant Respirations in John Gerrard's Smoke Trees 无头呼吸：约翰·杰拉德的烟树中的植物呼吸

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900523

Orchid Tierney

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Asphyxiations 窒息

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900531

S. Connor

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At the Beginning, There was the Mask 一开始，有面具

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900529

Françoise Vergés

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Breathren Breathren

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900548

Katherine Ibbett

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Respire, Con-spire Respire, Con-spire

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900551

M. Macé, Alexis Ann Stanley

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Comme Elle Respire: Memory of Breath, Breath of Memory 《呼吸的记忆》，《记忆的呼吸

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900534

F. Berthet, D. F. Bell

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Two Narracts 两个Narracts

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900530

Antoine Volodine

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On Breath 在呼吸

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.4159/dlcl.aristotle-breath.1957

K. Soper

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Spirometer, Whale, Slave: Breathing Emergencies, c. 1850 呼吸计，鲸鱼，奴隶:呼吸紧急情况，约1850年

IF 0.3 3区文学

SUB-STANCE Pub Date : 2023-06-23 DOI: 10.1353/sub.2023.a900533

J. Peters

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