This week, we’re looking out at our shared, flooded kingdom, everything the light touches—or all it would touch, if it were sunny today.
Torrential Reign: Full Design
Pick up a copy around campus, or view the full design here!
Letter From The Editor
Dear friends, Anne Carson was awarded the Nobel Prize last Thursday, a relatively uncontroversial decision. Carson’s work has touched many of our lives, many starting with Autobiography of Red, others with Grief Lessons, her collection of Euripides plays, and certainly some have encountered her picking up the uniquely packaged Float, a striking blue box […]
SOAPBOX: “Asian American”: The Shift from Political to Cultural Identity
Dear Reader, Before I ever stepped foot in my freshman dorm, I had already followed every iteration of leftist activist groups at Princeton. From my living room, I watched how the university handled the Gaza solidarity encampment, I read reports of the 13 students arrested for occupying Clio Hall, and I stalked who followed […]
Mallard
“She was born and raised in a home without electricity or heat or floors, but now one of her sons was a representative in the Missouri House, the highest a Mallardian had ever climbed.”
Nass Recommends: The Original Fall Break
Princeton’s fall break once served the purpose of an “election break” for students to go and vote. What should we do with it now?
On Place and Belonging
“Tiny. Empty. Hole. Hole or vacant. Empty/needing. I need to check my emails.”
Nass AV Stock Footage
Benjamin, Adorno, and the second annual Nassau Weekly Stock Footage Film Festival.
Something Akin to Reverence
“I met him in Twin Lakes, a little village flanked by Mt. Elbert and La Plata, shrouded in fine windblown silt and smoky violet.”
Womb Seed
“Private William Wright shot himself this morning, the apprentice informed with the aloofness of an incoming telegraph. He had been diagnosed with scabies.”
My Dreams, They Sound Like Running
My dreams, they sound like running there is a certain fever, a sicker fervor of second comings One day soon, you see the floodlight in the east will drag me from this slumber How long will my sheets hold the imprints of my limbs? I think these sheets have secrets ones I mumble in […]
gravity
“Claudia was born in Fresno, the ass crack of California, amidst almond trees and the stench of slaughtered cows. She spent forty years scrubbing that smell from her skin since moving to Hollywood.”
Space May Produce
“It was a bad phase for us. She talked less of her work, and the dinner parties spaced themselves out like our bodies in bed at night. We tried, of course, in bursts of desire which came from compromise and mutual weakness, from moments when our problems didn’t seem all that threatening, but then I’d feel it, the heaviness, the memory of a conversation coming back to her as she tried to move against me.”
