Dominant institutions of power have co-opted “culture,” fragmenting it in the process; universities are censored, while mainstream publications ignore the needs and concerns of younger generations, increasingly reflecting outdated sentiments. We’re aware that meditating on “culture,” rather than subsistence, is … Read More
Dear reader, For the sake of self-preservation we often seek ways to evade burdensome truths. We paint over prickly facts and banish their stubborn consequences from view. What more effective place to encourage denial than a university, where to advance … Read More
Dear reader, They say that to be radical is to grasp things by the root. But we’re digging deep, and all we see down here is dinosaur bones, rusty sewage pipes, and clumps of microplastics. We haven’t reached the … Read More
Dear reader, As we scatter across the world, some of our writers find peace in the warmth of summer sun, or vitality in the glow of a languid, multicolored evening sky. Others yearn for the relationships that only time and … Read More
Dear reader, Wakey wakey, time for school. Memories of the summer sun interrupt daily life like nostalgia for the warmth of the womb. But hey. If you’re just finding the Nass, wakey wakey x 2. This mostly week- ly alternative … Read More
Dear Reader, We’ll keep this quick. This week, we explore ways of caring – for loved ones, for music, for you, the reader. Our writers investigate the modern dilemma of “chalance” and caring too much, grapple with loss and the … Read More
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
This week, the Nass reflects on movement and the conditions that govern it. We like to imagine written words dancing on the page: in flux, unrestricted, and active, a magazine whose words destabilize but don’t displace. As demonstrated in this … Read More
At this time in the year, one starts to think about escape — a dreamy kind of escape, from stuffy rooms into warming air and budding trees; and a more wishful kind to cope with the sense of unravelling that … Read More
