Author: Joe Martin

Welcome to Fixional

Dear NoiseMedium Readers, We are excited to announce that we will soon be launching Fixional, the successor to NoiseMedium. Be sure to watch the new site for updates. Alternatively, you can keep up with our latest progress by visiting Fixional.co and signing up for our newsletter. We hope to see you all there. Sincerely, The...

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11 Notable Works in Different Mediums

At NoiseMedium, we pride ourselves on the quality writing that we are so privileged to receive. Sometimes we feel like the cool works in other mediums, like photographs, paintings, illustrations, videos, etc., fall through the cracks. So here are 11 visual and audio contributions you should check out right now. Stripped by Caroline Reed This surreal, minimalist masterpiece by Caroline Reed quickly became a top post in r/art one day. Stripped Anatomy of a Life by Felicia Chavez Real. Perhaps too real. This short audio documentary features Jennifer McReynolds discussing her experience as a medical examiner and all of...

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The Best of NoiseMedium

Today, we’re going to take a break from our normal publication so we can, once again, highlight the excellence of our grand prize winners. Another round of applause, please. A Real Girl by Katie Prout “Of course, to be unmade is also to be made into something new.” This grand prize-winning essay is a beautifully written narrative about building oneself up, intertwined with Katie Prout’s strange, but poetic obsession with Lana del Rey. Grand Prize Winning Essay: A Real Girl Multum in Parvo by Niko Nelson This series of poems brings to life a deprived west-coast landscape. Complete with...

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The New Colossus (1883)

By  Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to be free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to...

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O Captain! My Captain! (1865)

By  Walt Whitman O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores...

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