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When Respectability Was No Longer Respectable, and Virtue Required Acting Out, Not Leaning In

When Respectability Was No Longer Respectable, and Virtue Required Acting Out, Not Leaning In When Respectability Was No Longer Respectable, and Virtue Required Acting Out, Not Leaning In

Spelman College girls are still “nice,” but not enough to keep them from walking up and down, carrying picket signs, in front of supermarkets in the heart of Atlanta.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Howard Zinn and Paula J. Giddings

What Does ‘The Communist Manifesto’ Have to Offer 150 Years After Its Publication?

What Does ‘The Communist Manifesto’ Have to Offer 150 Years After Its Publication? What Does ‘The Communist Manifesto’ Have to Offer 150 Years After Its Publication?

At the dawn of the twentieth century, there were workers who were ready to die with The Communist Manifesto. At the dawn of the twenty-first, there may be even more who are ready t...

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Marshall Berman

Was Europe a Success?

Was Europe a Success? Was Europe a Success?

It would be intolerable to belong to a society which denied the freedom of expression.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Albert Einstein

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

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 Indignant Generation

The Indignant Generation The Indignant Generation

The current crop of students has gone far to shake the label of apathy and conformity that had stuck through the 1950s.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Jessica Mitford

How Saving the Environment Could Fix the Economy

How Saving the Environment Could Fix the Economy How Saving the Environment Could Fix the Economy

Why not revive New Deal policies but apply them in a green and global fashion?

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Mark Hertsgaard

Langston Hughes and Touré on Loving Blackness in a Nation Ruled by White Supremacy

Langston Hughes and Touré on Loving Blackness in a Nation Ruled by White Supremacy Langston Hughes and Touré on Loving Blackness in a Nation Ruled by White Supremacy

The Black artist still must confront the choice between being a messenger about the community and being a pure maker of artistic product.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Langston Hughes and Touré

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

Founding Prospectus

Founding Prospectus Founding Prospectus

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

Mar 23, 2015 / The Nation

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