Magazine October 16, 2017, Issue

Urban Symphony

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Two buildings on my block are undergoing repairs, and I live in one of them.

The building next door is a school from the 1910s, large, plain, cubical. For the longest time it has been girdled with scaffolding, but then this summer something new appeared. The entire building was wrapped in a mesh curtain. Lit up at night, it glowed, like an ice palace or a maximum-security prison. The mesh was to keep in fragments of whatever was being applied to or extracted from the structure; the lights were to allow work to be done after hours. The side street on …

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Give Me Your Poesy I very much enjoyed Kevin D. Williamson’s essay on Emma Lazarus (“Wretched Refuse, Indeed,” August 28) and the way in which her famous poem, which had several ...
The Week

The Week

‐ Some stood, some knelt, all winced. ‐ President Trump’s speech to the U.N. General Assembly was a combination of idealism and blunt talk. Most striking was his ode to national ...
Athwart

Take a Small Knee

The National Anthem protests that have taken place around the country could be just the beginning of a backlash against the ‘evil’ heterosexual white man.
Poetry

Poetry

M.A.C. East Lansing, Michigan On either side, the highway’s barren stretch Is dwarfed by the wide wastes of prairie grass, Its pale dry leaves weaved with dark heads of vetch And clumps of sumac shimmering ...

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