Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
I. Union The hum of brotherhood, ice and cold condensation as though drawing a universe into oneself and collapsing it, the plow and field in ancient memory, and now: lucidity in glass A declaration: “I am the essence of myself, distilled and then diluted.” II. Displacement Unbound, unwound, gripped by a hand (not yet 21) […]
Continuing our series of fictional Columbia Personas, we present our next victim subject: The Butler Beer Squatter. But first, a story… Whilst perusing some Communist literature in Ye Old Butler Library, one curious Bwogger happened upon the nest of a mysterious creature. In its den, the creature hoards beer cans and bottles from lands far, far […]
There’s a pretty nifty project out on the interwebs called “Persona” that has been circulating for some time now. Photographer Jason Travis created the series seven years ago by asking friends, family, and eventually strangers to empty their bags so he could photograph the contents. It sounds pretty creepy, but the end product is anything […]