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Unlovely Love
The only reason I regret walking out of Gaspar Noé’s Love partway through is that I cannot, in good conscience, write a scathing review of…
Blog Roll: Three Thoughts on A D Jameson & the Avant-Garde
I. I’ve been writing exclusively in long-form the past twelve months and become exhausted. Simultaneously, my writing has become more self-conscious, self-reflexive,…
Confession and Silence: Father Logan’s Dilemma in Hitchcock’s I Confess
More than fifty years after its opening night, I Confess remains one of Hitchcock’s least popular films. Even upon its release, many believed the film…
Poetic Traditions on Twitter
I don’t think it would be wrong to say that most people, old and young, aren’t particularly enthralled by old poetry. Metric and stylistic traditions…
Poetry, Prose, and Rock ’n Roll
Poets don’t usually open for rock shows. But Shea Stadium – no, not the real one, but a DIY venue in a warehouse in Brooklyn…
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…
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…
Poetry: “San Francisco (1956)”
San Francisco (1956) woman, child of narcotic sleep, woman, two hands holding the slippery, deserter sea. she’s going to another horizon, she’s leaving; it’s…
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…