Nassau Weekly

Arts

  • Stephens Fitness Center

    Stephens Fitness Center

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    So it is cozy. You might say small. Or even absurdly tiny. And it is busy. Teeming, if you prefer. Perhaps you stand a greater chance of being struck by lightning while clutching a winning lottery ticket and barebacking flying swine than eyeing an open elliptical machine during peak hours.

  • Legacy

    Legacy

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    I walked into the University chapel with a group of white-haired men in blue suits. I paused in front of an usher who wore a nametag with an orange and black ribbon pinned to it: Somers K. Steelman ’54. I extended my hand for a program. He looked at my unbrushed hair, sweatshirt, jeans, and…

  • The Heady Days of Grade Inflation

    The Heady Days of Grade Inflation

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    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.

  • Platina Dishes

    Platina Dishes

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    Our history books are mistaken. The first book Gutenberg printed with his moveable type was not, in fact, the Bible. Rather, it was a 28-page Latin primer on the art of writing and delivering speeches. The second book was a copy of his wife’s recipe collection, grouped according to the spices used in each dish.

  • The Road to Confidence Goes through Cancun

    The Road to Confidence Goes through Cancun

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    I’d seen the shows and the movies. I’d been there three times before. I’d even written a play that took place there. But nothing really prepared me for my trip to Cancun this Spring Break.

  • Poems

    Poems

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    Dear Julia, our discussion regarding why ants can lift up such relatively massive bits of plants was inconclusive. So was our fitful tête à tête.

  • One Man’s Hunt for the Retro Vest of Tomorrow

    One Man’s Hunt for the Retro Vest of Tomorrow

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    Writer’s note: I typed this thing before seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and then after I saw it I felt scooped. So don’t get hung-up about it, just be fascinated by how much all this stuff is in the ether, as they say.

  • Uncreative Writing Response #1

    Uncreative Writing Response #1

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    you dialed the wrong number ___-__ _______ feathers sequins fingers France in the springtime yellow towels ____ _____ _____ fill in the blank who did you sell your _____ to the neighbor? which neighbor? _______ I baked a cake, you stole it I will bake another one a bruise on his wrist without explanation she…

  • Dyad: Semi-automatic Writing

    Dyad: Semi-automatic Writing

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    1 I never knew if the air opened above our heads or scattered from the sunshine of a thousand bloody gods + feet + lambskin gloves the size of fish to come of streams + lakes + faucets in the decrepit halls of men + their famous children. A line was drawn and out of…

  • AUTOMATIC WRITING EXERCISE #1

    AUTOMATIC WRITING EXERCISE #1

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    I see yellow spot ontology the razzle sunrays of elephantitic love-knots dazzling over my raspberry burst kisses in infinitudes of plenteous silence. When we see the L love of life-light Lincoln Center lollipops we will know our ship has sailed. When we were dancing naked the beautiful sunrays came in to kill us, silently. We…

  • Automatic Writing

    Automatic Writing

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    Listening is like dragons on an uncomfortable day. Last night my feet were cold, biting, I think they bit me. Sunny Bono, but we’ve heard that one before. Yesterday I sold my chappals for an accent to wear in America. Those gay guys are amazing, look how they synchronize, blueberry cascading into millenniums and stroking…

  • Borrowed Words: Learning to Write by Rote

    Borrowed Words: Learning to Write by Rote

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    At 12:59 on a Monday, professor Craig Dworkin stood at the front of the class in his graying black sweatshirt, coffee cup in hand and said, “Okay, so right now we’re going to experiment with Breton’s automatic writing. If you get stuck, just think of the letter L and words that start with L.”