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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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.