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There Cannot Be Peace and Security Until the Cause of Palestinian Suffering Is Addressed

There Cannot Be Peace and Security Until the Cause of Palestinian Suffering Is Addressed There Cannot Be Peace and Security Until the Cause of Palestinian Suffering Is Addressed

There is a racist premise underpinning the “peace process” that Arab lives aren’t worth as much as Jewish lives.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Edward W. Said

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

If We Repossessed Empty Homes, Homelessness Would Be Over

If We Repossessed Empty Homes, Homelessness Would Be Over If We Repossessed Empty Homes, Homelessness Would Be Over

It will need a robust Mayor and city government to take the law into their own hands; but the people would support them.

Mar 23, 2015 / Encounter / William MacDonald and Public Advocate Bill de Blasio

The Dream Life of Desire

The Dream Life of Desire The Dream Life of Desire

Drawing a line between poetry and the political has never been simple.

Mar 23, 2015 / Books & the Arts / Ange Mlinko

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

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 / Encounter / 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

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

1915–1925: Radicals in a Time of Hysteria

1915–1925: Radicals in a Time of Hysteria 1915–1925: Radicals in a Time of Hysteria

Looking forward to a social order without any external restraints upon the individual.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / The Nation

When Leftists Become Conservatives

When Leftists Become Conservatives When Leftists Become Conservatives

It sure is a bracing feeling for the chair-bound intellectual to imagine himself the drivetrain in the engine of history.

Mar 23, 2015 / Feature / Rick Perlstein

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