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
Passages
This morning the Proposal which I wrote the last night I showed to the officers this morning, and was well liked of, and I wrote it fair for Sir. G. Carteret to show to the Ki [Read more...]
Stone of petty accusation, stone that rolls from year to year increasing in volume and dumb heft— You do not look good in the garden. You do not look good, not even as a paper [Read more...]
To Whitehall to Sir G. Carteret’s chamber, where all the officers met, and so we went up to the Duke of York, and he took us into his closet, and we did open to him our projec [Read more...]
A new post at Idle Words is always an event. Maciej Cegłowski is the king of humorous, long-form travel blogging; my only complaint is that he rarely posts more than two or th [Read more...]
on every skin that envelopes the body— Dress, touch, glance; brief kiss that nicks at the hinge or join; welt fine as lace or flushed as copper in the fire. —Luisa A. Igloria [Read more...]
This week we are reading parashat Vayigash. When Joseph reveals himself to his brothers, they are stunned into silence. He draws them close, and urges them not to be trouble [Read more...]
This morning I took a resolution to rise early in the morning, and so I rose by candle, which I have not done all this winter, and spent my morning in fiddling till time to go [Read more...]
Nancy Marie Brown’s blog God of Wednesday is essential reading for any fan of Old Norse literature and all things Icelandic. Her most recent post is all about turf houses: Whe [Read more...]
This entry is part 24 of 24 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2013then vanish into fog. This way the days too disappear, and then come back. —Luisa A. Igloria 11 04 20 [Read more...]
The Bnei Yissaschar (Rabbi Zvi Elimelech of Dinov) teaches: On Chanukah, we are given part of the or ha-ganuz, the primordial light which has been hidden-away since the moment [Read more...]
“… dusty fields. A white sun above. All this road, going.” ~ Dorothee Lang The line is a thread. The thread is a piece in a weft of fabric. The thread pushed forward and back [Read more...]
(Lord’s day). My head not very well, and my body out of order by last night’s drinking, which is my great folly. To church, and Mr. Mills made a good sermon; so home to dinner [Read more...]
Peter Zollman has died. Who was he? A remarkable man. Born in Hungary in 1931, a scientist in the first place, then an industrial scientist, and then, after he retired, an ext [Read more...]
My friend Satya Robyn of Writing Our Way Home did a really neat thing to celebrate the launch of her newest book, Afterwards: she invited a variety of writers and artists to c [Read more...]
This morning, observing some things to be laid up not as they should be by the girl, I took a broom and basted her till she cried extremely, which made me vexed, but before I [Read more...]
This entry is part 23 of 23 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2013Dark heap on the snow where a squirrel husked a walnut. Scent of Pine-sol lingering in rooms not yet [Read more...]
Is there anything that hasn’t already been said about the man whom mainstream media organizations now routinely refer to as “Toronto’s crack-smoking mayor”? Of course there is [Read more...]
One of the customs of Chanukah is to sing a couple of hymns after we light Chanukah candles. One of them is Maoz Tzur, "Rock of Ages." (Here's an abbreviation o [Read more...]
[Public Garden, Boston; 12/1/13] Gray November slips imperceptibly into December, or it would were it not for holiday lights and decorations enlivening the scenery until snow [Read more...]
Longtime readers know that I'm a fan of speculative fiction. For those among y'all who share that interest, I'm here to recommend Saladin Ahmed's Throne of [Read more...]
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.