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Margaux R.E. Winter
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Buddhism Behind Barbed Wire
“Once she told me that story… I thought, 'One day I need to write a book about what families like hers went through.'”
How to Hold a Room in Silence
Slam poet Phil T. Kaye talks with FM about the power of performance and what it means to be creative.
The Not-Nun in Mather House
“I was so adamant. I needed to become a nun. The monastic life was captivating to me.”
Steve Almond Just Can’t Throw Shit Out
For the enlightenment of non-males around the globe, Steve Almond's essay uncovered the secrets of male-centric, obsessive accumulation of junk, and why men just can’t throw shit out.
VES Better Have My Money
For Cohen, the commercialization of art exists as a necessity. In a sense, the limitations of the policy prepare students for a life of professional artistry. Sacrifices of artistic vision are constantly made due to affordability.
When "Knock-Me-Down Fever" Hit Harvard
President Lowell knew he had a hard decision to make—one that would set a precedent for other institutions of higher education. He could either heed the warnings of doctors across the country or risk the health of his students.
A Look at the Dark Room Collective and the Psychedelic Club
When the poet Kevin Young ’92 wrote in his book of cultural criticism, The Grey Album: On the Blackness of Blackness, that “once you’re in, you’re in forever,” he did not mean Harvard, or his house, or a final club. Young meant the Dark Room Collective, one of the dozens of unofficial intellectual societies that have cropped up at Harvard over the centuries.