I was looking for Reynolds Price‘s email address at Duke to ask him for any written instructions or rubrics he gives his students for their gospels, and I found this.
What a loss.
On slow reading
- Thirteen views on slow reading by Dave Bonta, Teju Cole, John Miedema, Robert Ray, Satya Robyn, & Peter Stephens:
- The art of reading
- Bedtime poetry
- Conversations with poems
- Cross-referencing
- East Coker on the rebind
- How to mark a book
- How to read slowly
- The leisure of bygone readings
- Our sardonic Lord
- Poetry & sacred reading
- Reading like writers
- Slow reader
- Slow reading
Marginal
- On Liberty and inequality. G.K. Chesterton would have been my kind of Union man had he been an American. While he faulted the English Socialists for denying the poor their humanity in the name of an ideal, he faulted the Tories for dong the same in the name of tradition's accident. Chesterton’s Edmund Burke was Lincoln’s John C. Calhoun – an ... - More: # - 11/21/2013
- On Prose to the Gettysburg Address's poetry. "A writer’s new works are, more than most anything, new attempts to frame or answer old, nagging questions." I wrote that in the context of Lincoln's recurrent themes. Walter Lippmann, I just discovered, wrote the same thing in the context of philosophic writing: Philosophies . . . are the very soul of the philosopher ... - More: # - 10/27/2013
- On "The basis of liberal-conservative rapprochement." In his 1955 book The Public Philosophy, Walter Lippmann points out how progressives need conservatism: . . . no one generation of men are capable of creating for themselves the arts and sciences of a high civilization. Men can know more than their ancestors did if they start with a knowledge of what their ancestors ... - More: # - 09/08/2013
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Passages
Red bell tower with a cotton lining; one dark-suited crow for a clapper. * The night birds chant a song of virgules only. When I wake, the fields have throats lined with frogs [Read more...]
If we'd runthat race,death wouldchase us.The Middlewesterner [Read more...]
July’s long heatwave (often up to 35c with the humidity) has made me lazy watering the garden mornings and evenings much reading of books, from very good to some disappointing [Read more...]
When we missed our opportunity to visit Mono Lake, California, this summer I thought I’d also missed my chance to see Eared Grebes in breeding colors this year since Mono Lake [Read more...]
Can you guess what this is for? Never mind, I'll tell you. Wood expands in hot weather and certain doors refuse to close quietly as usual. They have to be grasped by the [Read more...]
Up to Huntingdon this morning to Sir Robert Bernard, with whom I met Jaspar Trice. So Sir Robert caused us to sit down together and began discourse very fairly between us, so [Read more...]
...because we all need to gaze on some beauty, and I'm sad that I haven't got time to paint or draw these flowers from my garden today, but nevertheless want to offe [Read more...]
You perhaps know by now that Floyd County is on the map of the proposed route of a large inter-state natural gas pipeline. Click the blue box to visit Citizens Preserving Floy [Read more...]
Food prep, dinner, dishes— whatever my in-laws happen to be doing, they drop it when their favorite Korean telenovela starts on TV. They live in a two-floor brownstone shared [Read more...]
Lights on.Doors open.No oneat home.It's a smallsmall town,and night'sholding on.The Middlewesterner [Read more...]
The thing I think I’ll remember most about this summer in northwest London is the constant sound of gunfire. Fortunately it’s all from video games. Civilians die by the hundre [Read more...]
Robert Alter finds a neat way to end Psalm 39, the psalm that most focuses, in semantics and structure, on man’s evanescence. Alter’s notes for Psalm 39 demonstrate (1) the pr [Read more...]
Over time perhaps it is possible to understand a little more about things: how the archives fill with scraps that began as shoestrings, notes to oneself written on cafe napkin [Read more...]
The long straight track.Much of the time, we are willing to do almost anything rather than face the unknown, the wilderness. When we drive in our cars, we'll go on for en [Read more...]
These four days we spent in putting things in order, letting of the crop upon the ground, agreeing with Stankes to have a care of our business in our absence, and we think our [Read more...]
Whether you sit by yourself at home or with others at a Zen center, meditation is an intrinsically solitary activity. As soon as you settle onto your cushion, there is nothing [Read more...]
Thank you so much for all the truly wonderful, heartfelt and heart-warming support about dear Mol, here and at Tom's place, by e-mail and letter and in person. We really [Read more...]
When we entered the room, I thought someone said “composition.” My eye lit on a dog-eared legal pad in the roll-top desk, and a Parker fountain pen still in its velvet-backed [Read more...]
Up by three o’clock this morning, and rode to Cambridge, and was there by seven o’clock, where, after I was trimmed, I went to Christ College, and found my brother John at eig [Read more...]
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Oh, that is sad. Reading it though I saw, to my surprise and pleasure that Dick Brodhead is now president of Duke. I knew him at Yale: he was one of those disguised bodhisattvas. Everyone who encountered him felt heeded. It’s nice to know someone like that can make it to such a position.