September 21, 2004

eScholarship editions is a full-text public repository of hundreds of recent scholarly works on a wide range of topics, from the collected essays of Robert Creeley to the role of calligraphy in Muslim societies to oral tales from India to Judeo-Spanish ballads to fiscal reform in eighteenth century China to oil-age eskimos to counter-reformation propaganda in Bavaria to heian and kamakura era Japanese poetry... and much more.
posted by fuyugare 20 years ago
  • This is a fantastic resource.
  • fuyugare, been meaning to replace the copy of Creeley's essays that apparently walked, all by itself, off my shelves and away. But the last link is superb and beyond mere thanks. /makes full prostration in gratitude to fuyugare
  • This is fascinating - but I find online books so difficult to work with. It's one thing to read short articles on a computer screen, but a long book is too difficult. Or maybe it is that the screen is too wide when the text is full screen (as it is on this page) - I have read elsewhere that it is easier to read narrow columns of text.
  • Hah, I have the opposite preference— I absolutely can't stand narrow columns. It seems, following a general pattern, that many websites these days have started moving to narrow fixed columns just to infuriate me. Luckily most of these annoyances are fixed with the handy Web Developer extension.
  • Yow!
  • Steve Swallow taught me to understand Robert Creely.
  • O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind 'O thou whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds wreathed in mist, And the black elm tops, 'mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest-time. O thou, whose only book has been the light Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on Night after night when Phobus was away, To thee the spring shall be a triple morn. O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, And yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge -- I have none, And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens At thought of idleness cannot be idle, And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.' -- John Keats. (His only unrhymed sonnet.)
  • Great post, fuyu, and you were a good fellow besides. I also hope the lovely PF is well and happy.