Crimson staff writer
Dylan R. Ragas
Latest Content
“Elite” Season 7 Review: All Glamor, No Grounding
After a promising and carefully-planned first three seasons, seasons four through six of “Elite” signaled the show’s definitive decline, and unfortunately, season seven seems poised to be the final nail in the coffin.
Absence / Siren
Dylan R. Ragas ’26’s column, “Yard Sale Organs,” is a collection of poems that attempt to make sense of a past — real, imagined, but mostly somewhere in between.
In Which We Finally Figure Out What The Fox Says: A 10-Year Retrospective
To psychologize the voice of another being is a lofty task, indeed.
Blood Gone Red / Blood Song
Dylan R. Ragas ’26’s column, “Yard Sale Organs,” is a collection of poems that attempt to make sense of a past — real, imagined, but mostly somewhere in between.
Verona / Manhunt
Been thinking a lot about orange and blue. Sun on brick and cerulean skies. How you’d see it and from what vantage point. It’s feeling like
‘Riverdale’ Season Seven Premiere Review: A Joke Gone Too Far
"Riverdale," once a classic CW teen drama, has now become something else. What that is has been eluding the average viewer for many seasons now.
‘Eyes Closed’ Review: The Beginning of the Ed Sheeran Renaissance?
While far from the chart-topping domination of Sheeran’s “Divide,” the single marks a return to his roots for the English singer-songwriter.
Gatsby / 51mm
Gatsby To see dawn’s red face, angry against a brooding horizon. Your dowdy eyes, your tears: pearly, lactic. Two fingers pressed to the roof of your mouth, the prickle and the purge. I slice
In Photos: Lupe Fiasco at Harvard Law School
A Grammy award-winning rapper and a visiting scholar at MIT, Lupe Fiasco led an event for Harvard Law School affiliates to learn about the Royal Game of Ur this March.
On Creating Demons / Fresh Eyes
A chicken crows evening in a hideaway hen– house, songs of remembering and choosing. I left my vitality, once, in the arm of your apartment, a crooked yellow elbow. Do you remember?