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Credits chapters 9 and 11 through 17 are reprinted from the critical edition of John Dewey’s writings, The Collected Works of John Dewey, Middle and Later Works. © by the Board of Trustees, Southern Illinois University , and the Center for Dewey Studies. Reproduced by permission. Essays/Excerpts granted for use:© 1977 The Middle Works of John Dewey, Volume 3: 1903–1906. “The Postulate of Immediate Empiricism,” pages 158–67.© 1977 The Middle Works of John Dewey, Volume 4: 1907–1909. “The Influence of Darwinism on Philosophy,” pages 3–14.© 1978 The Middle Works of John Dewey, Volume 6: 1910–1911. “William James: Journal of Philosophy,” pages 98–102.© 1981 The Later Works of John Dewey, Volume 1: 1925, Experience and Nature. “Existence, Ideas, and Consciousness,” pages 266–94.© 1984 The Later Works of John Dewey, Volume 4: 1929. “The Copernican Revolution,” pages 229–50.© 1984 The Later Works of John Dewey, Volume 5: 1929–1930. “What I Believe,” pages 267–78.© 1986 The Later Works of John Dewey, Volume 9: 1933–1934. “A Common Faith,” pages 1–2. “Religion versus the Religious,” pages 3–20. 00.ftmtter.i-xii/Capps 11/4/04, 4:22 PM 9 “Faith and Its Object,” pages 21–39. “The Human Abode of the Religious Function,” pages 40–58.© 1987 The Later Works of John Dewey, Volume 10: 1934, Art as Experience. “The Live Creature,” pages 9–25. “Having an Experience,” pages 42–63. “The Challenge to Philosophy,” pages 276–301. 00.ftmtter.i-xii/Capps 11/4/04, 4:22 PM 10 [54.196.105.235] Project MUSE (2024-03-29 05:26 GMT) Because the plan of world is dim and blurred Not some wise God’s clear utter’d word, Shall I resentful stand in scorn Or crushed live dumb in mood forlorn? Or suppose there’s no plan at all But things chancèd as did befall, Shall I frown in offish censure Because it’s all a vast adventure? Not till I take a Stoic pose Because ungardened grows the rose; Not till flowers smell foul to me And the briar rose is unfair to see. Not while racing rivers run to sea Bearing on their bosom this unbound me. Wag if you wish your gloomy head Because some man hath solemn said “The world just happ’d by accident, Whose good and beauty were never meant”— But ask not me to join your wail Till loving friendships pass and fail; Till wintry winds do lose their glee And singing birds no more are free. —John Dewey [With one or two exceptions, the ninety-eight poems by Dewey in The Poems of John Dewey, ed. Jo Ann Boydston (Carbondale: Southern Illinois University Press, 1977), are impossible to date, as the vast majority were retrieved from his wastebasket by M. Halsey Thomas, librarian of the Butler Library of Philosophy at Columbia University from 1926 through 1928. Based on typographical evidence, Boydston concludes that most were written between 1910 and 1918, when Dewey was in his fifties, and all but a few that were found in his desk when he retired in 1939 were written prior to 1928.] 00.ftmtter.i-xii/Capps 11/4/04, 4:22 PM 11 00.ftmtter.i-xii/Capps 11/4/04, 4:22 PM 12 ...