Scott Crider's guest appearances

Scott Crider

Renovatio: The Podcast

Liberal Learning for Life @ UD

David Bentley Hart

Toni Morrison

Hamza Yusuf

Ubaydullah Evans

Frederick Douglass

Roger Scruton

Katie Prejean McGrady

Thomas Esposito

Ryan Anderson

Asma T. Uddin

Andrew Miller

Alexandra Hudson

Brandon Brown

Jessica Hooten Wilson

Robert Koons

OwlTail

Scott Crider, Professor of English at UD, talks with us about Shakespeare and rhetoric: how rhetoric can help our lives go well (or badly), how we can glimpse these issues in the play Julius Caesar, and how Dr. Crider has found Shakespeare himself to be a liberal education.

<p>Scott Crider, Professor of English at UD, talks with us about Shakespeare and rhetoric: how rhetoric can help our lives go well (or badly), how we can glimpse these issues in the play Julius Caesar, and how Dr. Crider has found Shakespeare himself to be a liberal education.</p>

4. Shakespeare, Rhetoric, and the Ends of Human Life with Dr. Scott Crider

Scott Crider and Hamza Yusuf discuss the art and artifice of poetry. https://renovatio.zaytuna.edu/authors/scott-crider https://renovatio.zaytuna.edu/authors/hamza-yusuf ____________________________________ Moon Landing – W. H. Auden It’s natural the Boys should whoop it up for so huge a phallic triumph, an adventure it would not have occurred to women to think worth while, made possible only because we like huddling in gangs and knowing the exact time: yes, our sex may in fairness hurrah the deed, although the motives that primed it were somewhat less than menschlich. A grand gesture. But what does it period? What does it osse? We were always adroiter with objects than lives, and more facile at courage than kindness: from the moment the first flint was flaked this landing was merely a matter of time. But our selves, like Adam’s, still don’t fit us exactly, modern only in this – our lack of decorum. Homer’s heroes were certainly no braver than our Trio, but more fortunate: Hector was excused the insult of having his valor covered by television. Worth going to see? I can well believe it. Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert and was not charmed: give me a watered lively garden, remote from blatherers about the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where on August mornings I can count the morning glories, where to die has a meaning, and no engine can shift my perspective. Unsmudged, thank God, my Moon still queens the Heavens as She ebbs and fulls, a Presence to glop at, Her Old Man, made of grit not protein, still visits my Austrian several with His old detachment, and the old warnings still have power to scare me: Hybris comes to an ugly finish, Irreverence is a greater oaf than Superstition. Our apparatniks will continue making the usual squalid mess called History: all we can pray for is that artists, chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it. August 1969

<p>Scott Crider and Hamza Yusuf discuss the art and artifice of poetry. <a href="https://renovatio.zaytuna.edu/authors/scott-crider" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">https://renovatio.zaytuna.edu/authors/scott-crider</a> <a href="https://renovatio.zaytuna.edu/authors/hamza-yusuf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">https://renovatio.zaytuna.edu/authors/hamza-yusuf</a> ____________________________________ Moon Landing – W. H. Auden It’s natural the Boys should whoop it up for so huge a phallic triumph, an adventure it would not have occurred to women to think worth while, made possible only because we like huddling in gangs and knowing the exact time: yes, our sex may in fairness hurrah the deed, although the motives that primed it were somewhat less than menschlich. A grand gesture. But what does it period? What does it osse? We were always adroiter with objects than lives, and more facile at courage than kindness: from the moment the first flint was flaked this landing was merely a matter of time. But our selves, like Adam’s, still don’t fit us exactly, modern only in this – our lack of decorum. Homer’s heroes were certainly no braver than our Trio, but more fortunate: Hector was excused the insult of having his valor covered by television. Worth going to see? I can well believe it. Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert and was not charmed: give me a watered lively garden, remote from blatherers about the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where on August mornings I can count the morning glories, where to die has a meaning, and no engine can shift my perspective. Unsmudged, thank God, my Moon still queens the Heavens as She ebbs and fulls, a Presence to glop at, Her Old Man, made of grit not protein, still visits my Austrian several with His old detachment, and the old warnings still have power to scare me: Hybris comes to an ugly finish, Irreverence is a greater oaf than Superstition. Our apparatniks will continue making the usual squalid mess called History: all we can pray for is that artists, chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it. August 1969</p>

The Art and Artifice of Poetry (Scott Crider & Hamza Yusuf)