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The US’s ‘War on Drugs’ Has Spiraled Dangerously Out of Control

The US’s ‘War on Drugs’ Has Spiraled Dangerously Out of Control The US’s ‘War on Drugs’ Has Spiraled Dangerously Out of Control

It didn’t work in Afghanistan, so let’s do it in Mexico.

Mar 23, 2015 / Rebecca Gordon

Works On Paper

Works On Paper Works On Paper

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.

Mar 23, 2015 / Frances Jetter

His Master’s Voice

His Master’s Voice His Master’s Voice

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.

Mar 23, 2015 / Victor Juhasz

Testimonials to ‘The Nation’

Testimonials to ‘The Nation’ Testimonials to ‘The Nation’

Encomiums from Elizabeth Warren, Rev. Jesse Jackson, Bernie Sanders and many more.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature

The Injury The Injury

June 22, 1946 From this hospital bed I can hear an engine breathing—somewhere   in the night: —Soft coal, soft coal,   soft coal! And I know it is men   breathing shoveling, resting— —Go about it the slow way, if you can find any way—                   Christ! who’s a bastard?        —quit and quit shoveling. A man beathing   and it quiets and the puff of steady work begins        slowly: Chug. Chug. Chug. Chug . . .          fading off. Enough coal at least   for this small job   Soft! Soft! —enough for one small engine, enough for that. A man shoveling, working and not lying here   in this hospital bed—powerless —with the white-throat   calling in the poplars before dawn, his faint flute-call, triple tongued, piercing the shingled curtain of the new leaves;            drowned out by    car wheels singing now on the rails, taking the curve,    slowly,          a long wail, high pitched:      rounding             the curve— —the slow way because (if you can find any way) that is the only way left now                 for you.   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 Carlos Williams (1883–1963) published several essays and poems in The Nation between 1937 and 1961; his work has been reviewed in these pages by Philip Rahv, Robert Lowell, Delmore Schwartz, Isaac Rosenfeld, Robert Creeley, Denise Levertov and James Longenbach.  

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / William Carlos Williams

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

Toward a Third Reconstruction

Toward a Third Reconstruction Toward a Third Reconstruction

A conversation on The Nation, race and history at the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture with Eric Foner, Darryl Pinckney, Mychal Denzel Smith, Isabel Wilkerson and Pat...

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / The Nation

Founding Prospectus

Founding Prospectus Founding Prospectus

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

Mar 23, 2015 / The Nation

A Message From President Barack Obama

A Message From President Barack Obama A Message From President Barack Obama

The Nation is more than a magazine—it's a crucible of ideas.

Mar 23, 2015 / President Barack Obama

The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing

December 18, 1943 is an enchanted thing     like the glaze on a katydid-wing         subdivided by sun         till the nettings are legion. Like Gieseking playing Scarlatti; like the apteryx-awl     as a beak, or the kiwi’s rain-shawl         of haired feathers, the mind         feeling its way as though blind, walks along with its eyes on the ground. It has memory’s ear     that can hear without having to hear.         Like the gyroscope’s fall,         truly unequivocal because trued by regnant certainty, it is a power of     strong enchantment. It is like the dove-         neck animated by         sun; it is memory’s eye; it’s conscientious inconsistency. It tears off the veil, tears     the temptation, the mist the heart wears,         from its eyes—if the heart         has a face; it takes apart dejection. It’s fire in the dove-neck’s iridescence; in the     inconsistencies of Scarlatti.         Unconfusion submits         its confusion to proof; it’s not a Herod’s oath that cannot change.   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. Marianne Moore (1887–1972) wrote eleven essays and seven poems for The Nation between 1936 and 1952. Moore’s biographer, Linda Leavell, indicates that she stopped contributing out of solidarity with her friend, ousted literary editor Margaret Marshall, but also because she disliked The Nation’s criticism of Eisenhower’s “honest, auspicious, genuinely devoted speeches.”

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Marianne Moore

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