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Going Away

I remember the most beautiful party I have ever attended. It was held in a loft up-town. It was night-time, when the streets are brighter than the buildings and the eye is drawn slowly down, and I could see the Columbia University Observatory…

by Chris Arp on December 1, 2004March 17, 2013

Stare, Glance, Stare

Eight years ago street artist Banksy disguised himself, entered the British Museum, and put a piece of his own work up on a wall. It was a slab of concrete, on which he had painted a cave figure drawing of a man with a shopping cart. Banksy even added an object label reading that this cave drawing pictured “early man venturing towards the out-of-town hunting grounds,” and was created by artist “Banksymus Maximus.”

by Lara Norgaard on March 1, 2014March 1, 2014

i miss the scent of you, sugar on my tongue

i miss the scent of you sugar on my tongue

by Emma Mohrmann on February 19, 2023February 19, 2023

Let my last words be “good night”

Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something. -Pancho Villa, last words Let my last words be “good night” Even if I don’t have time to utter them As a Mercedes truck smushes me Under the moon … Read More

by Max Kenneth on April 27, 2005March 17, 2013

The Marvels of Creative Writing

A week ago, I sat down with famed Princeton creative writing instructor Gabe Hudson. Aside from being loved by his students, he is an Editor-At-Large at McSweeney’s and the author of Dear Mr. President. His work has appeared in The New Yorker, GQ, and The Village Voice, among other national publications.

by Ali Sutherland-Brown on April 27, 2005March 17, 2013

The Heady Days of Grade Inflation

Those were the heady days of grade inflation, now long since past. Those were the days of rowdy shouting and whispered promise, vanished now like the morning mist.

by Jacob O. Gold on April 14, 2004March 17, 2013

Celebrity love/Or infatuations/Haiku form, sometimes

We stole Professor Cornel West from Harvard. I Guess we’re not racist. Angela Hodgeman Sends work notices and draw announcements. Delete. CB, I’d like a Sandwich. But only if it’s Not too much to ask. Chapman likes to sing Aloud … Read More

by Co. on March 30, 2005March 17, 2013

Muldoon, Between the Tropics

To read good poetry is to pull a Band-Aid off a wound. I heard someone say that once. Not a big wound, maybe just a paper-cut, where the skin puffs pink and new. When we remove the covering we return … Read More

by Anonymous on October 11, 2006February 26, 2014

Genesis Belanger’s Commentary on the Insincerity of Condolences

A review of Through the Eye of a Needle, a sculpture exhibition at the Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum.

by Anika Khakoo on November 1, 2020November 2, 2020

Cities on the Move

Every suburb is defined by its city. At least, that’s what my southern California suburban experience was defined by, the glowing metropolis over the hills, alluring and enigmatic as Faye Dunaway in “Chinatown.” Los Angeles tells the story of itself … Read More

by Elliott Eglash on March 15, 2015March 28, 2015

He Watches Over Me

Artwork.

by Ayinde Bradford on November 14, 2021

Hauntings (Woman, Boy, Body)

Poetry.

by Matt Brailas on September 8, 2012March 17, 2013


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