Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue— In the picture I have of you, Melts in the wall.??? The idiot A cleft in your chin instead of your foot, your root, I never could tell where you— Put your foot— For the hearing of my heart— It really goes.
Did you know? I'm in a philosophy of language class.
￼Love, lust, and etsah in the Orange Bubble.
by Katie Duggan, Matthew Merrigan, Nicolette D’Angelo, Zach Cohen, Zaynab Zaman on
Oct 24, 2016 • No Comments
Musings on the clothes we wear, and how they alter us.
Reach for a hardcover book with his name sprawled across the top. It’s only natural, you consider, to be drawn in by philosophers whose names you once pronounced phonetically.
When the sodium lamps evaporate their tired stock, I wonder if walking home at night in the rain will still be such an ageless pleasure, a simple joy to watch you stagger up cement sidewalks, ringed in a corona of rusted lumen, a delight to watch it all hang in the balance, illuminated by an...
Piggybacking off of your cultural criticism
The first text I sent you said “love me.” I had met you once, and sent it from your roommate’s phone. You were too cool to play it cool.
Since the beginning of time, editors at The Nassau Weekly have taken their pens to each other’s Common Application Essays. And yes, The Nassau Weekly has been around since the beginning of time.
Perhaps it makes most sense to analyze it in the context of Yeezy’s artistry: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010) and Yeezus are reaches, exemplars of a bravado unparalleled by Kanye’s contemporaries; The Life of Pablo is a revision.
by Katie Duggan, Mikaela Gerwin, Oscar Mahoney, Will Rivitz, Zach Cohen on
Feb 28, 2016 • No Comments
We asked our stable of unstable writers to reflect on fear — personal, conceptual, metaphysical. They started with 300 words and narrowed focus and word count, by halves.