A transcription of Dr. T.J. Moretti’s remarks to the 2017-2018 Sigma Tau Delta inductees at the English Honors Society induction ceremony. write my paper
When Iona College was given the Thomas Paine National Historical Association Collection in 2013, it became the world’s second-largest archive of materials related to the American revolutionary, citizen of the world, and putative founding father Thomas Paine. Also included with that Paine–related material were documents and photographs created by William van der Weyde, founder of the Thomas Paine National Historical Association, notable turn-of-the century photographer and photo-journalist, and occasional poet. Still uncatalogued, van der Weyde’s materials are a hidden gem in the Ryan Library archive, ready and willing for any archivist and researcher to explore.
I haven’t been very good about adding entries to the English Department blog, but in my defense, there are good reasons for this: the problem is I don’t really know anything about English, or criticism, or literature—and I don’t really read either—so there it is.
A lot of good writers are not famous. One such writer is Mary Wilkins Freeman. Freeman (1852 – 1930) was an American writer who wrote several first-rate novels and short stories.
There are things we know with nothing more than the proof of our own bodies. We know the meaning of chaos because we once stuck a fork into an electric socket. We know that human extinction is inevitable because we did it again. We know that people who say, “I love you” really mean, “I need you to love me.” Just as we know that people who say, “There’s more to life than food” are…wrong.
Dr. Lyle writes an open letter to a student he encountered at an on campus diversity event.
Student Martin Delgado creates a collection of short poems entitled “Melt”.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art just recently closed its exhibition Michelangelo: Divine Draftsman & Designer. For four months, huge crowds flocked to the museum to see the exhibit, which was hailed as one of the most comprehensive collections of the artist’s drawings ever assembled. On a rainy Wednesday at the end of its run at the Met, I went to check out the exhibit for myself—despite the weather and the fact that it was a weekday in the off-season, the place was still packed with people hoping to catch a glimpse of the master’s work while they still had the chance.
Recently, I published my second mystery novel, entitled Murder at the People’s Theater. Mystery fiction is generally divided into two categories, the hard-boiled and the cozy. Typically, the hard-boiled detective is a solitary figure who walks the mean and often rain-swept streets of a major city in pursuit of justice, whatever that means in the morally relative—at times, corrupt—universe that the detective inhabits. Traditionally, that city is Los Angeles, but at this point, pick anywhere on the map.
As a literature professor, it is only fitting that I believe I have learned much about life from literature. Of course, the corollary to this is that I have been accused of not having learned as much about life from life as perhaps I should have.