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Prophet of Profit: Drake as a Popularizer of Capitalism

Recently, a BuzzFeed article entitled “47 Drake Lyrics For When You Need an Instagram Caption” has been surfacing frequently on my Facebook News Feed along with hilarious new dubbings of Drake’s now famous “Hotline Bling” music video. Although I often use Aubrey Graham’s lyrics in my Instagram captions to convey emotions ranging from solipsistic self-confidence…

Recommended For You: Radio in the Age of Personalized Media

There are few things I miss about suburbia. However, some rituals work best in certain settings, and for me, one of those rituals was the time spent driving alone in automobile-dependent suburbia. Whenever I started my car, NPR would turn on, and every weekday morning, for the fifteen minutes it took me to get to…

Apply to Join the Columbia Review

We are now accepting applications to join our editorial board for the upcoming academic year. Members of our board meet weekly to discuss submissions to our magazine, plan events and fundraisers, brainstorm blog pitches, and more. The Columbia Review is the oldest college literary magazine in the country, and has published the likes of John Ashbery,…

Poetry: “Fall (SpaceShipTwo)”

I am nine miles above you and falling fast once iron groans and peels away from me and strapped   to this rock I am birthed too heavy   there is no air up here and slammed, gut compressed to spine I could not breathe anyway   but for a feather I would still be…

The Spring 2015 Issue Is Here

We’d like to thank all of talented contributors for their great work. We would also like to thank the Gatsby Foundation for their generosity. We hope you enjoy reading this issue as much as we enjoyed putting it together.  

On Anthologies (Blog)

My greatest shame is that I own one song from a best-of-Willie-Nelson album. Don’t get me wrong — Willie Nelson is a lovely man, very talented. I don’t happen to know much of his music, aside from the single song I once heard on an easy-listening radio station in rural Maine. I’m not ashamed to…

Open Call for Cover Art

We’re looking for visual art to publish in our magazine. We need artwork for both the cover and the magazine’s contents. Submit your photographs, drawings, and other visual art today to TheColumbiaReview@Gmail.com for a chance to see your artwork published on the cover of our magazine. We’re looking forward to seeing your work. Be sure to…

The Girls of Paris (Poetry)

The Girls of Paris No matter their age, they were always the girls, dressed in starched white uniforms, and white rubber soled shoes. They might have been nurses lined up at the bus stop after closing time, if not for their black aprons dusty with powdered sugar.   The girls have blisters on their feet, running back and forth behind the counter all day, and blisters on their hands breaking the red and white string spooling from the ceiling for the cardboard boxes embossed with a gold Eiffel Tower.   “Take a number, please.” The line spills out the door…

Charming Garbage (Fiction)

As my home crumbles around us, my fat French uncle tells me again about all the things he secretly fixed in France, him and his clandestine band of merry men scurrying around the tunnels underneath Paris, popping up like moles with mallets and wrenches in the city’s neglected landmarks, fixing things–months on end–fixing things no one even knew were broken. And finally it is too much. “Then why can’t you fix the damn leak in the roof?” I blow after three weeks of his charming garbage. “Why can’t you get the bathtub to drain? With a working disposal, maybe ants…

DOA: Defense of Autotune (Blog)

In my younger and more vulnerable years (namely NSOP), I offended a recently acquired acquaintance by stating that one of my favorite Kanye West albums was 808s and Heartbreaks. Though I personally believe that taking offense to such a preference is akin to disliking one for one’s favorite flavor of ice cream or favorite color, I felt like there was a deeper reason for this reaction, which could not be so easily dismissed. I had described the album as “the one where he just sings in auto-tune the whole time.” The person I had affronted was a very accomplished singer.…