Rumpus Originals

We’ll Call Them Contact Zones

Lisa Wells  ·  February 22nd, 2012

Based in research of museum design, and memorialization, Slot’s narrator moves inside public landmarks dedicated to various disasters—9/11, slavery, Hiroshima, the Holocaust— and explores ways memorialization acts on conscience and memory, interrogating the urge to abstract, label, and catalogue suffering. …more

I Kid You Not the Rush Is Good

Heather Hartley  ·  February 17th, 2012

Be ready for thresholds, light and dark—in both natural and fluorescent hues—and for getting high. …more

Why I Chose D. A. Powell’s Useless Landscape or A Guide for Boys for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club

Brian Spears  ·  February 16th, 2012

Rumpus Poetry Editor Brian Spears on why he selected D. A. Powell’s Useless Landscape or A Guide for Boys for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club in February. …more

I Was Naked Face

Leah Umansky  ·  February 15th, 2012

Carol Muske-Dukes’s book seems the perfect read for this time of year when the year is winding down, yet life is still rumbling forward. …more

They Sing Wild Songs In New Keys

Barbara Berman  ·  February 11th, 2012

 Marge Piercy’s unflinching clarity of vision continues to be the kind of sturdy example so vital to literature. She has long been teaching and in the public arena, on the humane side of almost every contemporary issue. …more

A Halfway House Where No One Leaves

Joey Connelly  ·  February 8th, 2012

In three very different but equally gorgeous sections, Griffith guides us through every poetic form from sonnet to villanelle, all while examining the idea of what it means to be in one place instead of all others, what it means not to know your own momentum and position at the same time, to never see the moon from every window. …more

“Disappearing,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Rob Griffith

Rumpus Original Poems  ·  February 8th, 2012

Disappearing

I’d like to cap this pen, lock the drawers,
and take my coat off the chair. I’d stop
the clocks at half-past two, then grab my keys …more

Decades of Nothing Between

Catherine Nichols  ·  February 4th, 2012

These poems are often about the strange, complex and imperfect mapping of nature—human and wild—onto our 21st century lives. …more

My Fruit Bat, My Gewgaw

Sebastian Stockman  ·  February 3rd, 2012

These poems are about unintentional association, the ways our minds wander even when — especially when? — they’re trying to wrap themselves around a given idea. …more

“Thousands are gathered outside the interior ministry…” a Rumpus Original Poem by Dora Malech

Rumpus Original Poems  ·  February 3rd, 2012

“Thousands are gathered outside the interior ministry…”

Bloody lullabies soothe the centuries.
Can’t see the cradles for the tops of trees
but you know the rest: you can’t rest, poor babies. …more

My Affairs Are Just My Questions

Gina Myers  ·  February 1st, 2012

This is an intelligent and well-crafted poetry that demands multiple readings. And it is a voice–perhaps a bit apprehensive and damaged by experience–that seems willing to express it all, even the ugly and cruel. …more

A New Silence Pushes Lexicon to the Brink

Julie Brooks Barbour  ·  January 28th, 2012

These are poems that want to be breathless, that want to mirror the intensity of passion and desire and heartbreak, and leave the reader light-headed. …more

An Angel Pricked With Breathing Holes

Steve Kistulentz  ·  January 27th, 2012

Goldbarth still infuses his poems with an old-fashioned, childlike wonder at the marvels of our world, along with a bemused chuckle at the ways in which we so obviously fall short of our lofty goals. …more

You Simply Die of Want

T Fleischmann  ·  January 25th, 2012

The poems are themselves stealthy, hiding but then eventually revealing themselves to the writers. Or the stealth writers, both Seaton and Ace autonomous and authentic somewhere in that collaborative voice. …more

Denied the Work of Natural Generation

Taylor Hagood  ·  January 21st, 2012

Haunted by the paradoxes associated with Shakerism that both glorified and doomed it, Kirchwey uses the place of Mount Lebanon to explore a layering of spaces and themes that accesses vast time and situation. …more

A Busted Advent Calendar

Jeannine Hall Gailey  ·  January 20th, 2012

The Weary World Rejoices has its unadorned moments of grief, punctuated by moments of energetic wit and intelligent levity. …more

“Ode to Ross Watson,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Steve Fellner

Rumpus Original Poems  ·  January 20th, 2012

Ode to the Painter Ross Watson

Don’t imagine me as the woman
        who you replicated
                from the Vermeer …more

The Rumpus Interview with Barbara Jane Reyes

Brian Spears  ·  January 19th, 2012

Barbara Jane Reyes is the author of Diwata (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2010), recently noted as a finalist for the California Book Award. She was born in Manila, Philippines, raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, and is the author of two previous collections of poetry, …more

There Are More Knowzits Than Ever

Sean Singer  ·  January 18th, 2012

Coleman’s work is functional and communal; she wields the oral tradition in a way that reflects her poetry ancestry—the blues queen, Koko Taylor, for example, or the fringe Beat genius, Bob Kaufman—but she also shows planed, hewn lines of intellectual poem-making. …more

The Short History of Summer

MIchelle Gillett  ·  January 14th, 2012

Innovation is at the heart of these poems, and King’s ability to see through the surface to the deeper and often disconnected intricacies of life make them pleasurable and powerful to read. …more

“Death, Is Always,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Amy King

Rumpus Original Poems  ·  January 14th, 2012

Death, Is Always

Turning my hair inside out, I only see
Emma Bee making sense of excess,
making something of it online, via high fashion,
which shouldn’t be but is,
along with every other thing,
both uber- and central- Pacific—
Turns out the world is a big one. So,
This is where I am tonight: …more

Manifests Both Terror and Dis-Ease

Spenser Davis  ·  January 13th, 2012

What is a woman’s place in a world full of overwhelmingly masculine ideas and works? Marthe Reed, in her newest book of poetry, Gaze, examines the many intersections between women and modern society as a whole. …more

Blizzard Over Bosphorous

David Peak  ·  January 11th, 2012

A Fire-Proof Box is a porous work, languages overlapped, breathing, an English translation that manages to capture the icy weight of classically “Russian” sensibilities. …more

The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Amy Newman

The Rumpus Book Club  ·  January 11th, 2012

The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Amy Newman about her poetry collection Dear Editor. …more

A Sunny Day is a Sufficient Cathedral

Virginia Konchan  ·  January 6th, 2012

The book’s strongest moments are often its quietest, as when the complexity of the speaker’s engagement with himself and the world is repulsed or rerouted by automatic prompts and alienation. …more

Synapses Erupt Like Sparrows

Kascha Semonovitch  ·  January 4th, 2012

In Sancta, divinity irradiates. The afterlife approaches nuclear, dangerous and fascinating, a mysterium tremendum fascinans that can kill you with overexposure. …more

The Garden, Disseminated, Overgrown

Chloe Joan Lopez  ·  December 30th, 2011

Out of reverence for the body’s irreducibility, Mort’s keeps strictly close to the phenomenal world, thereby freeing her imagination to honor all the body’s modes: five-fold sensuality, hunger as well as lust, youth and aging, selfishness and tender community. …more

Their Faces Blur in Every Mirror

Joey Connelly  ·  December 28th, 2011

Darling writes with incredible crispness, but the world she describes remains cold, stark, upper class, and difficult to relate to. …more

These Veins of Leaf, Hand, Storm and Stream

Barbara Berman  ·  December 23rd, 2011

Ideally, critics and teachers are humbled by their vocations and the artistry the vocations expose them to, encouraging effort to stay fresh , emotionally resonant and intellectually worthwhile. Say yes to all of the above when the subject is Di Piero. …more

Somewhere Below the Solar Plexus of Her

Julie Brooks Barbour  ·  December 21st, 2011

What does it take for a person to kill a living thing, then a human being? Why are the truths of war silenced? …more

THE RUMPUS BLOG

Ode to an Era of Polish Poetry

At The New Republic, Ruth Franklin celebrates the work of the late Wislawa Szymborska, and explores the brilliance of Polish poetry throughout the last half-century.

“Assuming that there weren’t any mind-altering chemicals in the run-off from Nowa Huta, the notoriously polluted steelworks outside Krakow (where Szymborska spent nearly her entire life), we can only conclude that Poland’s postwar poetic greatness was largely a historical accident—the collision of a deep and enduring literary culture with Europe’s ghastliest battleground.”

(Via The Book Bench)

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The Cost of Noise

Artist Jason Novak brings us his illustrated poem “The Cost of Noise.”

Enjoy: …more

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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Announces…

A lot, really. First of all, we’re about to chat with Aase Berg and Johannes Gorannson about Berg’s book Transfer Fat It’s the first time we’ve done a translation, and we’re very excited to be able to talk with both the poet and the translator. Look for the transcript later this month.

February’s book is D. A. Powell’s Useless Landscape. Those are in the mail and we’ll start talking about them soon. Look for my essay on why I chose this book later this week. March’s book will be Linda Hogan’s Indios, and Camille Dungy will be leading that discussion.

Finally, this really isn’t book club news, but what the hell. The Rumpus is holding a fundraiser at the AWP convention, so if you’re going to be in Chicago on March 1, come by 826 Chicago. Readers include Nick Flynn, Cheryl Strayed, Peter Orner, Sommer Browning, Brian Spears and Stephen Elliott.

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Poem Forest

“Urban planners, artists, and citizens around the world must open poetic space within increasingly cramped, increasingly bottom-line-driven cities. Our political animalness gets claustrophobic. We require the commons to encounter each other and the physical landscape.”

Poem Forest involved participants reciting 15 lines from 2500 years of poetry at pre-established locations throughout the 50-acre old-growth forest that was recently renovated in the New York Botanical Garden. Jon Cotner, the artist behind the project, discusses his thought process and walks us through an audiovisual tour.

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“Newspoet” Kick-off

NPR’s All Things Considered is starting a monthly project that brings poets into the newsroom before unleashing them to write a poem “reflecting on the day’s news.” Their inaugural poet is Rumpus Poetry Book Club author Tracy K. Smith. You can read or listen to her poem here.

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The Last Poem I Loved: “Poem at the New Year” by John Ashbery

To truly commit a poem to memory is to commit your life to that poem. Out of all the many verses I’ve memorized over the last year, no other has so fully enveloped my days than John Ashbery’s “Poem at the New Year.” So much so that its evocative and elegiac images mark all my mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions, romances. …more

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Permanent Water

You just texted me two cock pics
It used to be more artful
The way you did it, the composition.
Like last week. It just stopped raining.
I have a cold quicksilver feeling.
I could put this in a place where you could find it
But I am hiding it here.

One time
I wanted you to call me
So I held my blackberry to my forehead.

Why am I so stupid. Do you know why? World, …more

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A History of Melancholia: Glossary of Terms

A Rumpus Original Poem by Kristina Marie Darling

beloved. The raison d’être of the melancholic’s affliction. Consider the graceful line of his wool coat, its fabric dark against the towering snowdrifts. …more

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Panic Attacks and Poetics

HTML Giant converses with Nate Slawson about his new book Panic Attack, USA. Slawson also discusses the American sonnet, how music led him to poetry, and author readings.

“And I do a lot of rocking: reading books, writing, giving readings. I never sit when I give a reading. I need to dance a little. I need to love-up the microphone. Sometimes people joke me (if you do it to my face it’s cool) and/or I can sense there’s what the fuck? vibe in the crowd, but I think almost everyone realizes 1) it’s something I can’t not do and 2) it’s something that’s a part of the poems. Though I hope some people like the sway of my hips.”

2 months ago (0)

Love you too, Harriet!

Harriet, aka the Poetry Foundation blog, has posted an excerpt of the Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s recent chat with T. R. Hummer. Watch as I learn what the Bald Man Fallacy is and more. Fortunately, they didn’t quote my alternate reading of the poem. I appreciate that.

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Poetry Mystery

The discovery of a 500 year-old poem pasted in the back of a a 1561 edition of works by Geoffrey Chaucer sparked an investigation into the poem and its author, Elizabeth Darce.

“On the one hand it’s not brain surgery. It’s not a major discovery like DNA or something. But I think I’m right in saying that we don’t have any other nonreligious Latin poetry written by a woman possibly at all—and certainly in this period. So it’s the only love poem written in Latin by a woman ever until maybe the 18th century. That’s kind of astonishing really.”

(Via Poetry Foundation)

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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Discussion with T. R. Hummer, Uncut

The Rumpus Poetry Book Club discussion with T. R. Hummer, in its entirety: …more

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365 Poems

Mike Cohen has undertaken the endeavor of writing one short poem a day for an entire year. He’s almost a month in and going strong. Check out Project365 here.

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Notable Rumpus Poets

We may not do lists here at The Rumpus, but that doesn’t stop us from pointing out when people connected to us get put on them. The NY Times has released its list of 100 Notable Books of 2011, and right there on the first page are Matthew Zapruder’s Come On All You Ghosts and Tracy K. Smith’s Life On Mars, which was a Rumpus Poetry Book Club selection back in May. Congratulations to everyone included in the list.

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“Double,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Jeff Hoffman

Double

I drink a Belgian and explain
to my father, over the phone,
why several of his thirty-nine …more

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“The Translators,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Joshua Edwards

THE TRANSLATORS

After reading about Caesar
And Pompey, we searched
Until we found a nearly perfect
Antique plate. Speaking …more

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The Last Poem I Loved: “Nothing Twice” by Wislawa Szymborska

The last poem I loved was “Nothing Twice” by the well-known Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska. I loved all of her poems that followed, but “Nothing Twice” was the first Szymborska poem I ever read. Last week, I was on my way to the train station in Amsterdam, when I found a large bookstore. As most avid readers, I couldn’t just walk past. So I decided to spend an hour there, and I stumbled upon Szymborska’s collected poems. …more

3 months ago (0)

MoMA Event Tomorrow

New York folks: Don’t miss The Language of Objects tomorrow evening at MoMA.

“Rob Walker, contributing writer to The New York Times Magazine and co-organizer (with Joshua Glenn) of the creative writing project Significant Objects, which seeks to transform objects through stories about them, orchestrates an evening of responses to objects in the exhibition Talk to Me: Design and the Communication between People and Objects.”

Participants will include Kenneth Goldsmith, poet; Ben Greenman, author and editor, The New Yorker (who we interviewed this September); Leanne Shapton, illustrator, author, and publisher; and Cintra Wilson, culture critic.

Find more details and ticket information here.

3 months ago (0)

Lauren Eggert-Crowe: The Last Book of Poetry I Loved, L.A. Liminal

The week I decided to move to Los Angeles, I read a book of poetry by a woman who had lived there for four years, hated it, left it for New York, and couldn’t stop writing poems about it.

It seemed fitting. Except Becca Klaver came “back East,” leaving Los Angeles, whereas I’m about to set up shop there. …more

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