Category: Arts

An Interpretation of Love by Marc Chagall

He presses his wrist into my breast and wraps his hand around my neck palm and fingers enfolding my ivory veil. His eyes devour the lights from three wax candles, one burning with a viridian flame. Unaware of the wind … Read More

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Sontag and Ancient Egypt

Upon a visit to the Met, a Nass writer considers the notion of experiencing art without analyzing it.

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Carrot Cyanotype

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Remembering Charlie Chan

“I found myself at the opening night of Charles Francis Chan Jr.’s Exotic Oriental Murder Mystery almost by chance.”

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Hang Up

And imagine my heel a hook around your ear – my other against your chest, the rest of my leg singing. Stay there, crush ripping hair from the bud, the best part thrash: from the shove. or the bouncy ball … Read More

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Letters

Characters U S Scene 1 Lights come up on a sitcom-style living/dining room/kitchen set. It is reminiscent of I Love Lucy. U, a large foam letter is sitting on the couch nursing a cup of coffee. S, another large foam … Read More

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Strange Bedfellows

The Morning After Virginia said she would make the breakfast herself. For it was a beautiful London morning in June. She kicked back the covers and looked at Cady Stanton’s luscious ass. Smelled faintly of honeysuckle. Or was that patchouli? … Read More

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On Trains

A Nass writer tackles trains, Monet, and a haunting feeling of passivity.

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The Sculptures that Surround Us

Brief descriptions of artistic objects you walk past on Princeton’s campus.

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Princeton Mime Club

After thirty years, one student revives the Princeton Mime Club

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Let my last words be “good night”

Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something. -Pancho Villa, last words Let my last words be “good night” Even if I don’t have time to utter them As a Mercedes truck smushes me Under the moon … Read More

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If Only For a Moment

Eclipsed is the first performance in Broadway history to be performed, written, and directed entirely by women, of whom four out of five are African. This play is angry. It doesn’t want men.

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