The Nass is ready to strip off all of this irony. We’re getting down to business.
Post-Post Modernism: Full Design
The Nass is ready to strip off all of this irony. We’re getting down to business.
Nass List: Forgive me Father, for I have…
worn my heart on my sleeve turned around so fast my butt made a clapping noise fallen off gooned Been a freak Matched your freak Ordered a bride on doordash Been a mail order bride Been a weirdo. I don’t fit in, and I don’t… wanna fit in listened to radiohead. by myself. fuck my […]
It Was Not a Conversation With Naftali Bennett
Thick clouds choke the sky above McCosh Hall. A few students emerge from behind the large wooden double doors. They stop in front of the door and gaze out at the crowd of protestors gathering behind a large white fence. “Shame!” the crowd chants, directing their ire at the event about to begin in the […]
A Gentle Thing
“The couple on the sidewalk embrace, face to face, covered in dusk. They stand so close together that the falling sun leaves the shadow of just one person on the concrete.”
Drumthwacket: The People’s House
Nicknamed “The Peoples House,” the New Jersey governor’s mansion is located not in the capital city of Trenton but in Princeton — what are the implications of its geographic dislocation from the state’s citizens?”
On the Steelers and making this place beautiful
The last time the Steelers won a playoff game was the first Trump Administration. Nothing’s changed. Everything has.
It’s More than that Damn Phone
If the discontent people online have is due to some sense of displacement, then maybe this is what the Modernists were talking about.
Dear Dad, Are You Flying?
How an actress found catharsis in a play to grieve and love her dad.
Symphysis
At midnight I woke membered to the night with violent blood and pale gashes swimming wild courses through the dark. Some blast from my dream rang shrilly over my ears like frantic veils.
The Immigrant Daughter Speaks
I’m not going to force your name–– Mother → Mommy → Eomoni → 어머니 → Eomma → 엄마–– because I never called you that. I never called you anything. For all your shifts you were the same, twisting every verb into –ing (I am telling you, I am not saying) when it already happened. […]
Letter from the Editors
It’s the last issue of the semester, and we’re mixing metaphors like water and oil: the Nass’s regular season is over but the playoffs have just begun; it’s high-noon and we’re taking a little siesta, but we’ll be back soon; the curtain is falling on this volume’s first act, a cliff-hanger that leaves your heart […]
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