Nassau Weekly
  • Issues
  • Verbatim
  • Crosswords
  • About
  • Donate

Category: Arts

  • New
  • Old
  • Random

AUTOMATIC WRITING EXERCISE #1

I see yellow spot ontology the razzle sunrays of elephantitic love-knots dazzling over my raspberry burst kisses in infinitudes of plenteous silence. When we see the L love of life-light Lincoln Center lollipops we will know our ship has sailed. … Read More

by Jennifer L. Schanbacher on March 24, 2004March 17, 2013

Her Torso or Addie

Like a length of string, like a lily of a day a firm, fragile thing. A spring stuck in play; or, the spring that can begin halfway to halfway The fixed compass pin where every line and degree meet their … Read More

by John Raimo on May 1, 2007March 17, 2013

Slits

A short play for three friends at dawn.

by Rafael Abrahams on March 7, 2012March 22, 2013

Allegory of the Garden

I had already seen the movie in theaters three times. Enjoyment is one word, obsession is another. The first three times, this film had sent me into hysterics, including, but not limited to impassioned weeping, strings of incoherent syllables, and frenzied gesticulation at the screen. In each of my three previous viewings, the usual suspects (“I Dreamed a Dream,” Fantine’s passing, “When Tomorrow Comes”) were to blame, but during this latest screening at the Garden Theater, the floodgates held fast against their onslaught

by Mitchell Kilborn on May 2, 2013May 6, 2013

For Yan Pei-Ming, One Portrait Size Fits All

“As I sat on the bench in the center of the exhibition room, dwarfed by the mammoth panels of the tryptic, I considered my reaction.”

by Tara Shirazi on November 24, 2019

Come Inside

Offstage at the Vagina Monologues

by Maddy Pauchet on February 26, 2017July 21, 2017

“Thing”

The first time you die, almost always, you get a feeling in the pit of your stomach, as though someone’s taken the bottom out. It feels like it does when an airplane is landing with you inside, as though all the strings of muscle and tendon holding your insides in place are being strummed by someone’s thumb.

by Daria Hrabrov on October 2, 2008March 17, 2013

Legacy

I walked into the University chapel with a group of white-haired men in blue suits. I paused in front of an usher who wore a nametag with an orange and black ribbon pinned to it: Somers K. Steelman ’54. I extended my hand for a program. He looked at my unbrushed hair, sweatshirt, jeans, and flip flops.

by Eleanor Barkhorn on May 5, 2004March 17, 2013

Statuesque Burlesque

Poetry.

by Maurice Three on September 8, 2012March 17, 2013

Divorces & Celebrations

Cam Asutra & Sue Trakama Cam Asutra knew from the moment he saw Sue Trakama walking down the aisle in December of 2009 that their marriage was going to end in divorce. Ms. Trakama was wearing a wedding dress that … Read More

by staff on November 10, 2010March 22, 2013

David Mamet Talking To His Son

DM: Son, I’d like you to come over here. JOE: Come over there? DM: Yes, come over here. JOE: But yesterday you said– DM: Why don’t you come– JOE: Yesterday at Disneyland– DM: –come and sit over here. JOE: [looking … Read More

by Justine Chaney on August 11, 2009March 17, 2013

Portraits of Exploitation

Their faces were painted in hurried brushstrokes, slightly off-color, and without many identifying characteristics.

by Talya Nevins on February 28, 2015March 7, 2015


  • Older
  • Newer

Submit a Verbatim

    Recent Posts

    • A Yoga Ashram, Donna Tart’s The Secret History, and Discobitch’s C’est Beau la Bourgeoisie
    • Balls Dropped: Full Design
    • Letter from the editor
    • New Year, New Me / I Was Cutting My Fingernails and Eavesdropping
    • Sorry About the Air Conditioners Being Off: Townes Van Zandt, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Aesthetic Signatures of Heat

    Popular Posts

    • A Yoga Ashram, Donna Tart’s The Secret History, and Discobitch’s C’est Beau la Bourgeoisie
    • Balls Dropped: Full Design
    • Letter from the editor
    • New Year, New Me / I Was Cutting My Fingernails and Eavesdropping
    • Sorry About the Air Conditioners Being Off: Townes Van Zandt, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Aesthetic Signatures of Heat

    Navigation

    • Home
    • Articles
    • Issues
    • Verbatim
    • Contact
    • Donate

    Categories

    • Campus
    • Reflections
    • Poetry
    • Podcasts
    • Fiction
    • Lists

    Join Us

    • About
    • Privacy Policy
    • Submit an article
    • Submit a verbatim

    © Nassau Weekly 2020 · All Rights Reserved