Byline: Samuel Bollen

Soap Poem

found an old bar of yr soap in the bathroom closet more like i found it in the store (amazon) n bought it n brought it home n bathed myself w it n had a v v emotional time ie … Read More

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Peer Review

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.

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Give a Glimpse of What Yer Not

Their new album, Give a Glimpse of What Yer Not, doesn’t reinvent the band’s sound; however, it does contain some of their best work. This is a natural extension of a long career, not just a cute or tired continuation of it.

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The Ghost Sex

Reliving what could have been.

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msg 2 my ghost

ghost,

im chasing u round the attic. u lead me round my attic, over chintzy 50s carpet, circumnavigating staircase well b/c u r scared 4 me—wild ghost chase? but there r many floors & rooms here & our friends r at a party in the next room…

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Title Fight with Narcissism

Marc Maron seemed to me an incongruous choice for a Princeton lecturer. Having watched some of his standup, I knew him to be both raucously funny and intensely personal, traits which aren’t particularly in demand on this campus.

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Welcome to WolfWorld

There’s only wolves and people left.

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Death Grips “Hot Head” Track Review

“Hot Head” is not only an assertion of power but also an investigation into how power works.

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Manscaping

Before my senior year of high school, I had relegated the concept of manscaping to metrosexual metropolises like New York and Los Angeles.

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Liking Love

The first few episodes feature some pretty conventional plot devices, but the characterization and dialogue have a loose, awkward, and very human quality to them.

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Corpse Diem

We will all be worm food
So fuck each other wildly

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The Myth of the Reclusive Writer

In Rich Homie Quan’s 2013 classic, “Type of Way,” he joins a three thousand-year tradition of literary recluses in a single rhyming couplet: “I got a hide away, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break/ I find a way, to still get through the struggle, what I’m tryna say.”

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