On Wednesday, Feb. 14, the award-winning Palestinian poet Ahmad Almallah came to campus for a session of poetry reading and conversation. I arrived at the Scheuer Room right on time, only to find it already packed with people including students, professors, and
Almost a year ago, my friend invited me to his poetry reading in the Scheuer Room – a location completely unfamiliar to me at the time. I was an undecided first-year, oscillating between the periphery of religion, studio art, political science, and
I’ll never forget when I first followed Elijah Santos ’26 on Instagram. Instead of the usual stories, Eli posts what he’s listening to — I can attest to the fact that he has killer music taste. We instantly bonded over our mutual
On a crisp Sunday morning, I was lucky enough to snag the big table at Hobbs right next to the window. Rachel Lapides ’23, the originator of our beloved Artist of the Week tradition, joined me soon after. We got drinks and
Sibelan Forrester is the Susan W. Lippincott Professor of Modern and Classical Languages and Russian at Swarthmore College. She specializes in twentieth-century Russian poetry and Russian women writers. An award-winning translator, Professor Forrester has published translations from Serbian, Croatian, and Russian. She
For a few nights in late October 2022, Raya Tuffaha ʼ23 drew in full houses to her play “Bella Bateekh in: Out of Mind,” a solo, experimental, and interactive show. Raya wrote and starred in the piece, which reimagined how one character
Community members can attend virtual readings from a diverse range of authors as part of a week-long series celebrating creative writing. The event, funded through a partnership between the English Department, Cooper Foundation, and the Lang Center, is being spearheaded by Associate
In academia these days, it is hard to escape the seemingly stagnant binary set up between STEM and the humanities. For many people, committing to one of these worlds feels like a departure from the other in such a way that renders
Recently, during one of my too-many-times-a-day Twitter procrastination scrolls, I stumbled across a poem. I immediately screenshotted it and sent it to a few friends because it struck a nerve with me. The poem, by William Martin, is called “Do not ask
He looked directly into the camera and fervently declared, “Call me your bitch, and I’ll sing the whole night long” (Track 1: Lush Life). Oceans deep and seconds apart, deep and poignant quiet impounded the silence between each of his words. This
