Category: Reflections

Corecore and the Logic of Montage

“This genre’s title, corecore, makes a totalizing claim on the thousands of balkanized subgenres and subaesthetics that fleet past the user: only a certain set of objects and clips can be dazecore or college dormcore, but corecore encompasses all such ‘cores,’ all these oddly particular aesthetics.”

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Theola DeBose ’96 Reflection

“But it was just that, a wanting, and I had never been published.”

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The CD Case of Alexandria

Wherein a Nass writer reflects on lost DVDs as artifacts of a past life.

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Poland Rising

“Why does it happen that our time in Warsaw culminates in this very room, face to face with a novel that seems, much like the Palace of Culture and like the current incarnation of the city of Warsaw, to plant itself resolutely on top of a history that has no monuments, no voice to speak for itself?”

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WIll My Eyes Be Closed or Open?

Ordinary, suicidal thoughts in Emerson and Bjork’s “Hyperballad”.

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Losing a City

“Regardless, an aquiline parasite lived inside me, compelling me violently with its bald-eagle talons to wage psychological Revolutionary Warfare against my own best friend.”

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Just a Pain in the Ass

“Granny Annie had devoted her life to others in a manner that was awe-inspiring. Even winds upward of 100 miles per hour and torrential rain could not stymie her optimistic spirit, the hope that coursed through her family’s veins.”

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What I Like

I like full lips. Not so that the mouth looks large, just lips that look a little heavier than mine, so that they fall almost into a pout, curling, hanging. I like lips that say, “I’m here, I’m here to do something,” and spread to reveal a smile of wide, white teeth.

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Now and Then, Here and There

My grandfather bore a striking resemblance to Benito Mussolini in physique and temperament.

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Suburban Meditation

“What I wanted to do was ask her if she knew how good she had it: white and pretty and well-to-do and having friends made by her parents from the very beginning.”

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Midpoints

I spend this most recent Passover with my mother’s closest friend from high school and her family for the first time.

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Spaces, Lost and Found

Rocky’s floors, or maybe the nostalgia they hold, as something to yearn for.

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