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Christopher Hitchens Was Against the Buzzword ‘Terrorism’ Before He Was For It

Christopher Hitchens Was Against the Buzzword ‘Terrorism’ Before He Was For It Christopher Hitchens Was Against the Buzzword ‘Terrorism’ Before He Was For It

The rulers of our world subject us to lectures about the need to oppose terrorism while they prepare, daily and hourly, for the annihilation of us all.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Christopher Hitchens

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

Some Disturbingly Relevant Legacies of Anticommunism

Some Disturbingly Relevant Legacies of Anticommunism Some Disturbingly Relevant Legacies of Anticommunism

The impact of Cold War anticommunism on our national life has been so profound that we no longer recognize how much we’ve lost.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Victor Navasky

Who’s Accountable for Ferguson’s Crimes? No One, It Seems

Who’s Accountable for Ferguson’s Crimes? No One, It Seems Who’s Accountable for Ferguson’s Crimes? No One, It Seems

Here’s another reminder that “personal responsibility” is a principle relevant only to the poor and the black.

Mar 23, 2015 / Column / Gary Younge

Reclaiming Socialism

Reclaiming Socialism Reclaiming Socialism

While honoring the legacy of American communists, 
a new generation of radicals has chosen to organize under 
the “socialist” banner.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Bhaskar Sunkara

1905–1915: Henry James’s Obscurities

1905–1915: Henry James’s Obscurities 1905–1915: Henry James’s Obscurities

To get the story you must pay the price.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / The Nation

What Science Fiction Teaches Us About Reality

What Science Fiction Teaches Us About Reality What Science Fiction Teaches Us About Reality

Why build rockets at all? For fun? For adventure? Or is this the same process which sends the salmon back upstream year after year to spawn and die—a subliminal urge in manki...

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Ray Bradbury

Where Reaganism and Astrology Meet

Where Reaganism and Astrology Meet Where Reaganism and Astrology Meet

It is scarcely news that the President is in the mainstream of popular American credulity. He has been nurtured in the same rich loam of folk ignorance, historical figment and para...

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Alexander Cockburn

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

A Q&A With Marilynne Robinson

A Q&A With Marilynne Robinson A Q&A With Marilynne Robinson

The novelist discusses religion, history, language and the importance of moral scrutiny.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts

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