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Essays

Red-faced, red-haired, green-eyed and skinny, my father poured all of himself into the making of me. It’s easy to inspire affection in your dad when you look just like him. Dads are easy like that. As a little girl, I could coax stories out of him in a way none of my other five siblings [...]


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Scorched Earth by Mattias Lanas '11
Features

We’re in a stuffy meeting room in Old Union on a Thursday night, discussing Leonard Peikoff ’s essay “Sex as Metaphysical.” Arthur is a graduate student and the most outspoken of the bunch—truly an accomplishment in what is likely the most opinionated group of students on campus. Tonight, he is compromising his values. “There are [...]


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Dancer by Nell Van Noppen
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Don’t pretend like you can still trick me. I see what you do there, vile fiend. You strike me at my lowest, when my essay’s a quarter done and it’s already 4 a.m. You beckon to me like Pitbull. “I know you want me,” you whisper. “Come on, you’re already wearing sweatpants. Don’t pretend like [...]


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Fiction + Poetry

As I live to tell it, this story is ongoing. In reality, it goes on without me. See, this is a story about my stupid sister Sadie. One December, age seven, she said I wouldn’t care if you were dead or alive! all because I refused to dance to a televised version of the Nutcracker [...]


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Features

Up on the La Peña Cultural Center stage, organizer Karen Pickett is listing the things that biocentrism contradicts. “Biocentrism,” she says – the idea that non-human life has inherent value – “contradicts communism. Biocentrism contradicts patriarchy. Biocentrism contradicts capitalism, of course.” The event is technically organized by Earth First!, a group


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  • Ode to a Non-Grecian Bed
    Dancer by Nell Van Noppen

    Don’t pretend like you can still trick me. I see what you do there, vile fiend. You strike me at [...]

  • Confessions of a Polite Customer

    I’m charming. I like small talk and I can engage you easily in that kind of inconsequential conversation. I ask [...]

Letters

Fiction + Poetry

Possessions

You have paid a man to sketch your portrait at the foot of Montmartre, because it seems like the only thing left for you to do.  His strokes are quick and easy, and he does not complain when you decide to let your eyes wander—an act, or non-act, that you appreciate.  You have made up [...]

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Features

Where it all Comes Together, or Why in International Relations, Stanford can Trump Washington, Beijing, London, Cairo, and Anywhere Else

The state of Iran called it an enemy of the state. Three former Secretaries of State call it home. The State Department calls it the best bang for its buck. Its International Relations program ranks top five in the country. Foreign presidents visit regularly. Stanford University is a beast of an organization. In 2010, the [...]

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Fiction + Poetry

Lilacs Blooming: Semi-Autobiographical Ramblings of a Horticulturalist

They sat slouched staring at the damp asphalt being eaten up in front in the car while beautiful countryside was ignored in the darkness and forgotten. Outside the car the bilious sky with sharp clouds like cirrhosis mirrored the frank reckless strength of these men, like the face of a wild animal or an inhuman [...]

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Features

Literature Saved My Life

As Justin Torres walks up to the podium, he doesn’t look at all like I expected. He is thin and young. He is wearing jeans and a plaid button- up shirt, tucked in, revealing his dark brown leather belt and the metal buckle that gleams in the light of the stuffy room as he rounds [...]

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Talk of the Quad

Confessions of a Polite Customer

I’m charming. I like small talk and I can engage you easily in that kind of inconsequential conversation. I ask you questions and pay close attention to your answers, which have absolutely no bearing whatsoever on my personal welfare. I do this because it’s important to listen, so it seems like I care. When I [...]

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BLOG: Hobo Chang Ba

Riding that Tricked-out Unicorn

National Poetry Month is over, but my insistence on writing about it is not. Becaaaaaaauuuuuse…. For a while now, without any of us really being aware of it, the soul of 21st century poetry has been teetering between two movements – one that writes badly, and one that writes boringly. These aren’t judgments, by the [...]

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BLOG: Armchair Ambassador

Parsing Obama’s Bin Laden Speech

Although it may have seemed innocuous, the most interesting rhetoric from Obama’s announcement of Bin Laden’s killing, in my opinion, was when he stated that Bin Laden was killed in a “compound deep in Pakistan.” Because saying that it was a compound deep in Pakistan is a bit like saying that a gated mansion in [...]

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About The Claw

As our former editor-in-chief once said: if The New Yorker and The Atlantic had a bastard child, it would be The Claw Magazine. We hope one day this will be true. Until then, we are a Stanford student publication that supports and showcases the Farm’s rich culture in politics, humanities, and the arts. In this spirit, we publish investigative reporting, columns, essays, fiction, fine art, doodles, and everything in between.