Nassau Weekly

Arts

  • This Could Be Anywhere

    This Could Be Anywhere

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    Poem on creation and destruction of fiction and reality.

  • Wondering What Makes the Sea Angry During a Storm

    Wondering What Makes the Sea Angry During a Storm

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    The frantic thrust against a worn beach front. The need to fling upwards and the sickening curling under of a mind changing suddenly.

  • Hauntings (Woman, Boy, Body)

    Hauntings (Woman, Boy, Body)

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    Poetry.

  • On Sunday Morning

    On Sunday Morning

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    I heard the subway pouring out of your mouth. I thought, maybe, it was an early-morning thing, letting sleep spill from your body onto the week-worn floor. I didn’t ask you to reveal this to me, I cling to the milky curtain that lets you stay a hanging portrait. Now I see the clear lines…

  • Anne

    Anne

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    We have known each other for a long time, since we were four years old and living on the same block of brownstones in Brooklyn, going to ballet lessons at the Albee School of Dance, where our teacher Nana made odd, mime-like faces that were never quite comforting. I do not remember much of being…

  • Shadow-boxers

    Shadow-boxers

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    Here’s how I saw De Quincey High then: stained bathroom walls; pregnant girls; boys with knives and guns and bandanas; teachers with fear so engrained that it folded into their faces in wrinkles; a gym that could have been a prison; a cafeteria that was one; cheap lipstick and cheaper condoms; a dirt track; fences.

  • Comics

    Comics

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    Some comics for your Sunday pleasure.

  • 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…

  • Snake’s Nest Debauchery

    Snake’s Nest Debauchery

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    Looking back at my week out of the country, I realize that, of all the uppers and downers that passed through my body, the most effective drug I took during my spring break was the Snake’s Nest itself, a place unlike any other on the planet, or at least the parts of the planet I’ve…

  • An Orientalist Fantasy

    An Orientalist Fantasy

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    But the more I thought about this movie, the more I realized it simply gives an illusion of depth. A movie filmed with somewhat unconventional techniques, or featuring naturalistic dialogue and little plot, is automatically assumed to be “artsy” and thus philosophical, by association with the style of the French New Wave.

  • A Review

    A Review

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    The senior thesis exhibition currently on view in the Lucas Gallery at 185 Nassau is entirely wordless.

  • 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.