Hothouse
Literary Journal
Category: Literary Adjacent
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By Addie Lamb Our heads are round so thought can change the direction. Allan Ginsberg “Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop apocalypse! Holy the jazz bands marijuana hipsters peace & junk & drums!” -Ginsberg, Footnote to “Howl”, 21 The language of sound knows no rules. Insipid rigidity within poetics was thrown into dissolution…
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By Megan Snopik [An archive is] not only the history and the memory of singular events, of exemplary proper names, languages and filiations, but the deposition in an arkheion (which can be an ark or a temple), the consignation in a place of relative exteriority, whether it has to do with writings, documents, or ritualised…
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By Medha Anoo I play “Say Shava Shava” from my favorite movie on loop for a few days and someone I know who follows me on Spotify asks me if I need to talk about anything. Why are you watching me on Spotify, I ask, and he shrugs. I was on desktop. When my friend…
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By: Jack Gross “Tomorrow, he was longing for tomorrow, whereas everything in him ought to reject it. That revolt of the flesh is the absurd.” -Albert Camus Forsaken to an eternity of menial labor by the gods, a man must slowly push a boulder up a hill until he reaches the top. At the peak…
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By: Celeste Hoover He keeps a diary, smudges his eyeliner, and broods around the house to a Nirvana soundtrack. He’s also a blockbusting, crime-fighting, vigilante superhero. Robert Pattinson’s newest iteration of Batman is popular because, well, he’s just really relatable. Like a slightly cooler version of my seventh-grade self, he wears his angst on his…
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By Summaiya Jafri Who would have thought a nerdy kid from Queens could reach such unfathomable “heights”? According to research conducted by British retailer Game, The Amazing Spider-Man is the most popular superhero in fifty-seven countries, making him the world’s favorite comic book character by a long shot. What makes Spider-Man so appealing to audiences…
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By Celeste Hoover The beginning of this semester came all too quickly for me. Soon after the announcement of two weeks in online class, I found myself on a bleak, empty campus. The precaution was necessary, yet, with little open and very few students returning, I inevitably had lots of free time. In my endless…
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by Lana Haffar The Megabus is always freezing. The frigid air conditioning strikes you as soon as you climb the top step. You shuffle sideways toward the back, and if you’re my height, you smack your head on the overhead bin before settling into your seat. A stranger makes their way down the narrow aisle,…
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By Medha Anoo I have been taught Shakespeare’s work by instructors both in the United States and across the globe in India. He is a central figure in the Anglophone literature education of anybody, but the first time I remember getting excited about his work—really excited, like the way I felt when I pre-ordered Rick…
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by Gerardo Garcia I was on the phone one night with someone I knew I wouldn’t marry, and as she hastily came up with a reason to hang up, I realized I had lost myself. I had been suppressing the urge to throw myself at her feet; every third thought was her. I was also…
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By Lana Haffar Odin’s ears never stood up like a German Shepherd’s should. His cartilage was weak, so they sprawled from either side of his head, like wings. The force of every heartbeat made them flutter. He bounded everywhere, tongue lolling, paws spread to cushion the impact. On a November Wednesday, I turned twenty years…
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By Kara Hildebrand A novel I’m reading mentions a child who has died and I begin to feel it happen. Phantom fingers weave between my ribs and squeeze. The air seems to thin as I gasp for the whisper of a breath and think of the day when I will no longer have need for…
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