Coming Soon on Bibliofeed

Starting on (I think) January 8th, the Instagram account Bibliofeed will be featuring a post a day for a week about books I recommend. It’s a great feed — a post every day about a recommended book by that week’s contributor. Check it out now and you might find something you might like. Just scroll through theirContinue reading “Coming Soon on Bibliofeed”

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“David Bowie’s Station to Station and ★: The Beginning and End of Bowie’s Reinvention of Music”

The following paper was presented at the 2023 Popular Culture Association Conference of the South in New Orleans in session F 11.1: Friday, September 29th at 4:00 p.m. in Algiers A. Many thanks to Samuel Lyndon Gladden, University of New Orleans, for his work organizing this panel. By 2015 I’d been living in Ohio forContinue reading ““David Bowie’s Station to Station and ★: The Beginning and End of Bowie’s Reinvention of Music””

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Writing Instruction and the New Liberal Arts

Lee Trepanier’s “The Compliant College Classroom” and Blake Smith’s “Against the Writing Center” are both recent diatribes against the current state of writing instruction at the college level. They make similar claims from different disciplinary perspectives: Trepanier is Chair and Professor of Political Science at Samford University while Smith is currently serving as a FulbrightContinue reading “Writing Instruction and the New Liberal Arts”

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Phosphorus and Fire Lily

The youth Phosphorus entered the valleyas a gleaming light upon a black hill. Fire Lily saw himand loved him,saying, “Be only mine. . .forever!” “I want to be yours, my lovely flower,but that would give birthto your senses and  spark thought.” “O let me be all yourswithin my glowing fire. Withinmy rays of light.” Fire Lily kissed Phosphorusand, explodingContinue reading “Phosphorus and Fire Lily”

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Ballad of a Selfish Boy

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms Alone and palely loitering?The sedge has withered from the lake,And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,So haggard and so woe-begone?The squirrel’s granary is full,And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy brow,With anguish moist and fever-dew,And on thy cheeks a fading roseFast withereth too. I met a ladyContinue reading “Ballad of a Selfish Boy”

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