Frontiers of Consciousness: Interdisciplinary Studies in American Philosophy and Poetry

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Fordham Univ Press, 1991 - 156 psl.
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Frontiers of Consciousness is a study of the problem of consciousness in a historic period of revolutionary change, and an authentic example of "interdisciplinary studies." The book contains a wealth of insight into the conceptual interrelationships between the work of the American philosophers who have been called the Builders (William James, Josiah Royce, Charles Peirce, and John Dewey) and the work of three great modernist poets (T. S. Eliot, Wallace Stevens, and William Carlos Williams).

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The Uncommon Reader
1
Divination
21
Whitmans Image of Voice
42
The Politics of Modern Criticism
72
The Making of a Critic
93
Wilde Yeats Joyce
115
Long Work Short Life
134
Three Spiritual Exercises
147
Summations
164
Magic and Spells
182
Nabokov on Cruelty
198
Collective Violence and Sacrifice in Shakespeares Julius Caesar
221
Fiction Morals and Politics
243
Dylan the Durable? On Dylan Thomas
255
What Henry James Knew
276
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131 psl. - Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
232 psl. - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
43 psl. - Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball ; I am nothing ; I see all ; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me ; I am part or parcel of God.
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53 psl. - In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.
56 psl. - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
189 psl. - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
64 psl. - States themselves as of crapeveil'd women standing, With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night, With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared...
54 psl. - With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang, Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac. 7 (Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death. All over bouquets of roses...

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Stanley J. Scott is Associate Professor of English and Philosophy at the University of Maine.

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