Culture

For the Jews—Life or Death?

For the Jews—Life or Death? For the Jews—Life or Death?

An appeal for help from 1944.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / I.F. Stone

Founding Prospectus

Founding Prospectus Founding Prospectus

The Nation will not be the organ of any party, sect or body.

Mar 23, 2015 / The Nation

When the Constitution Becomes The Last Resort of Scoundrels

When the Constitution Becomes The Last Resort of Scoundrels When the Constitution Becomes The Last Resort of Scoundrels

We know today the Founders were not Fathers to be proud of.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Simeon Strunsky and Richard Kreitner

Cuba Libre

Cuba Libre Cuba Libre

Covering the island has been a central concern for The Nation since the beginning—producing scoops, aiding diplomacy, and pushing for a change in policy.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Peter Kornbluh

The Fall of Rome The Fall of Rome

June 14, 1947 The piers are pummeled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The sewers of provincial towns. Private rites of magic send The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend. Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay. Caesar’s double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK On a pink official form. Unendowed with wealth or pity, Little birds with scarlet legs, Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city. Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, Silently and very fast. This article is part of The Nation’s 150th Anniversary Special Issue. Download a free PDF of the issue, with articles by James Baldwin, Barbara Ehrenreich, Toni Morrison, Howard Zinn and many more, here. W.H. Auden (1907–1973) contributed many poems and critical essays to The Nation between 1938 and 1951. 

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / W.H. Auden

John Steinbeck on the Violent Repression of the Fight for Migrant Workers’ Rights

John Steinbeck on the Violent Repression of the Fight for Migrant Workers’ Rights John Steinbeck on the Violent Repression of the Fight for Migrant Workers’ Rights

We now know that workers are being attacked not because they want higher wages, not because they are Communists, but simply because they want to organize.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / John Steinbeck

Young ‘Nation’ Writers On Creating Our Radical Future

Young ‘Nation’ Writers On Creating Our Radical Future Young ‘Nation’ Writers On Creating Our Radical Future

As The Nation looks forward to the next 150 years, we asked some contributors to StudentNation, the campus-oriented section of our site, and former Nation interns what a radical fu...

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / The Nation

Voting Does Not Make a Difference

Voting Does Not Make a Difference Voting Does Not Make a Difference

Democracy is dead in the United States. Yet there is still nothing to replace real democracy.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / W.E.B. Du Bois

A Biography of ‘The Nation’: The First Fifty Years

A Biography of ‘The Nation’: The First Fifty Years A Biography of ‘The Nation’: The First Fifty Years

Founded by abolitionists in 1865, The Nation became a moribund defender of the status quo. But its firm anti-imperialism brought it back to life.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / D.D. Guttenplan

Hound Voice Hound Voice

December 10, 1938 Because we love bare hills and stunted trees And were the last to choose the settled ground, Its boredom of the desk or of the spade, because So many years companioned by a hound, Our voices carry; and though slumber bound, Some few half wake and half renew their choice, Give tongue, proclaim their hidden name—“hound voice.” The women that I picked spoke sweet and low And yet gave tongue. “Hound Voices” were they all. We picked each other from afar and knew What hour of terror comes to test the soul, And in that terror’s name obeyed the call, And understood, what none have understood, Those images that waken in the blood. Some day we shall get up before the dawn And find our ancient hounds before the door, And wide awake know that the hunt is on; Stumbling upon the blood-dark track once more, That stumbling to the kill beside the shore; Then cleaning out and bandaging of wounds, And chants of victory amid the encircling hounds. This article is part of The Nation’s 150th Anniversary Special Issue. Download a free PDF of the issue, with articles by James Baldwin, Barbara Ehrenreich, Toni Morrison, Howard Zinn and many more, here. William Butler Yeats (1865–1939) published his first poem in The Nation in 1933; his last appeared three months after his death. 

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / William Butler Yeats

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