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Call of Duty: VR Training with the Princeton Police

Patrol Officer Andre Lee sees a suicidal woman staring off the edge of a building with a bright desert-like landscape behind her; he hears the woman’s melancholic voice and the sound of whipping wind. I see Officer Lee standing alert … Read More

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Counter Cultures

Some lesser-known identities of a counter, however you define it, recognizing the dangers of slipping into the full absurdist guerrilla art territory of #notmakingsense.

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On Umwelt: Experience as a Shapeable Thing

What if we can find control over our experience of the world just by shifting our attention?

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Counterculture: Full Design

The Nass is a rebel without a cause. A tortured creature. A little dog with a big bite. This week, we’re counterculture.

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Anthracnose: An Exodus

Leaves cascade from the oak,  to which my parents swore,  stems diseased  by my sins? I trace the veins anyway,  hoping they will lead me  to their quiet, promised land.   It lies within  a barren forest.  where whispers linger, … Read More

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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight: Full Design

Check out our newest issue in collaboration with the Blacks Arts Collective here, or pick up a copy somewhere on campus!

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A Letter from the Curators

The Black Arts Collective is a group of Black artists on campus that come together to think about the world around us and create our responses to it. Across various mediums including painting, dance, sculpture, photography, and film, we have … Read More

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Letter from the Editors

Dear Readers,   This week, the Nassau Weekly and the Black Arts Collective try something new. As part of our efforts to link this campus’ artistic worlds, this special issue comprises content created by Collective members, which has been edited … Read More

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Auction

introducing the body  size thirty-four B tits, forty-four round hips slim twenty-nine-inch waist  thick thighs I used to once hate  a gap so spaced that words fly out of it a forehead so big you could play chess on it  … Read More

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Blackness in Residence

The Amistad sails a silent scream across the sea.  In its wake, a dark tapestry woven with violence.  Mouths in the hold lie open, inaudible, begging for the nothingness that is everything.    On this ship, terror lurks.  A violence … Read More

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Love Is

Love is an expression simple to understand but tough to maintain. It’s like a symphony of instruments  created individually but only complete together. The catch being that the notes are obscure. The sheet music is unscripted and all that’s left … Read More

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The Risk of Growing Old

What is the rush and rationale we feel to advance in our age?

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