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Dream Song Dream Song

January 25, 1965 The surly cop lookt out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I’d asked him in my robe & hospital gown in the elevator politely why someone saw so many police around, and without speaking he looked. A meathead, and of course he was armed, to creep across my nervous system some time ago wrecked. I saw the point of Loeb at last, to give oneself over to crime wholly, baffle, torment, roar laughter, or without sound attend while he is cooked until with trembling hands hoist I my true & legal ax, to get at the brains. I never liked brains— it’s the texture & the thought— but I will like them now, spooning at you, my guardian, slowly, until at length the rains lose heart and the sun flames out. 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. John Berryman (1914–1972) wrote five essays and eight poems for The Nation between 1935 and 1970. One month after the last poem was published, he sent a letter to the editor noting the “unremitting hostility” of an unfriendly review by “this bastard,” Hayden Carruth. 

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / John Berryman

Varick Street Varick Street

March 15, 1947   At night the factories   struggle awake,   wretched uneasy buildings   veined with pipes   attempt their work.   Trying to breathe   the elongated nostrils   haired with spikes   give off such stenches, too. And I shall sell you sell you sell you of course, my dear, and you’ll sell me.   On certain floors   certain wonders.   Pale dirty light,   some captured iceberg   being prevented from melting.   See the mechanical moons,   sick, being made   to wax and wane   at somebody’s instigation. And I shall sell you sell you sell you of course, my dear, and you’ll sell me.   Lights music of love   work on. The presses   print calendars   I suppose, the moons   make medicine   or confectionary. Our bed   shrinks from the soot   and the hapless odors   hold us close. And I shall sell you sell you sell you of course, my dear, and you’ll sell me. 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. Elizabeth Bishop (1911–1979), the poet laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, published two poems in The Nation between 1945 and 1947, when Randall Jarrell was interim literary editor. She was a longtime friend of the more frequent Nation contributor Marianne Moore, who in a 1946 review in these pages described Bishop as “spectacular in being unspectacular.” 

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Elizabeth Bishop

Why the New Film About the Gang Rape and Murder of Jyoti Singh Is Required Viewing

Why the New Film About the Gang Rape and Murder of Jyoti Singh Is Required Viewing Why the New Film About the Gang Rape and Murder of Jyoti Singh Is Required Viewing

The documentary has been banned in India—which makes watching it only more urgent.

Mar 20, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Nitasha Kaul

Silence and Slow Time

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The art of On Kawara.

Mar 20, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Barry Schwabsky

Interview With Steve Earle

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"Everybody thought everybody was fooling everybody. And both of us were probably right to a certain extent, everybody was fooling each of us."

Mar 19, 2015 / Blog / Eric Alterman

Cookie Don’t Crumble

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Fox’s Empire made TV-ratings history by letting a black woman be her multidimensional self. 

Mar 18, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Kristal Brent Zook

I’ve Got a Little List, Continued

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The best TV shows, albums and concerts: it's all inside today's Altercation.

Mar 12, 2015 / Blog / Eric Alterman

The Great Chastening

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For Francis Fukuyama and John Dunn, our democratic crisis is the result of an intellectual failure.

Mar 4, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Thomas Meaney

‘Insoumission’

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The categorical imperative “Do Not Draw the Prophet” clashes with the thousand nuances of art.

Mar 4, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Stéphane Delorme

Impossible Standards

Impossible Standards Impossible Standards

The poems and a new biography of James Laughlin tells of his public success as a publisher and his private disappointments.

Mar 4, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Adam Plunkett

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