Category: Arts

Two Stories

I don’t really examine things too closely. Everything is not a work of art. I’m not like those academics, those writers that go along looking for the meaning of the world in everything that they find on the street.

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Selections from Poem to Be Read in Order

“Do you see those women standing by the river, their reflections cut up by the waves, under the shadow of pierless piles?”

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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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A Review of the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Marvelous Mrs. Maisel paints a picture of a vivid and choreographed 1950s New York and explores development of a personal feminism.

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Belh m’es quan vey camjar lo senhoratge

I am happy when lordships change again, when the old let their homes go to the young― men can leave behind so many children one must earn a name that may be sung; then I am happy, the world now … Read More

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A Day in the Life of Lil’ Kim

“Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti, Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy.” Lil’ Kim, “The Jump Off” I do have a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti. The Tahitian natives … Read More

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Pills

Those pills, those—what were they?—those pills we ate are going crazy. My limbs are, like, exploding off me. I feel great. You look very pretty now. I mean, I feel great! How do you, how do you feel? Not going … Read More

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A Hopeless Place

By Rihanna.

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These are the Things She Tried

On October 3, God sat in his white chair with a book suspended in front of him, a pen twirling between his fingers. Of both hands, because he’s ambidextrous. It’s Yom Kippur, a day scheduled for his Jewish constituents and … Read More

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Mapping Nowhere

There were cities that stood boulder-like in the distance There were cities that I loved There were cities where kites could ease greedily among the buildings There were cities in which no honest man could find a life to suit … Read More

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Syncopation

Two days before, I was alone, thinking about what it must feel like to have a heart that beats when it wants, attune to no one and free to roam around the range of time like a novice drummer. Thinking … Read More

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Borrowed Words: Learning to Write by Rote

At 12:59 on a Monday, professor Craig Dworkin stood at the front of the class in his graying black sweatshirt, coffee cup in hand and said, “Okay, so right now we’re going to experiment with Breton’s automatic writing. If you get stuck, just think of the letter L and words that start with L.”

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