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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
Be ready for thresholds, light and dark—in both natural and fluorescent hues—and for getting high. …more
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
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
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
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. …moreDisappearing
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
These poems are often about the strange, complex and imperfect mapping of nature—human and wild—onto our 21st century lives. …more
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…”
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
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
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
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
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
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
The Weary World Rejoices has its unadorned moments of grief, punctuated by moments of energetic wit and intelligent levity. …moreOde to the Painter Ross Watson
Don’t imagine me as the woman
who you replicated
from the Vermeer …more
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
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
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
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
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 chats with Amy Newman about her poetry collection Dear Editor. …more
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
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
Darling writes with incredible crispness, but the world she describes remains cold, stark, upper class, and difficult to relate to. …more
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
What does it take for a person to kill a living thing, then a human being? Why are the truths of war silenced? …moreAt 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)
Artist Jason Novak brings us his illustrated poem “The Cost of Noise.”
Enjoy: …more
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.
“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.
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.
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
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
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
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.”
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.
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)
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club discussion with T. R. Hummer, in its entirety: …more
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.
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.
Double
I drink a Belgian and explain
to my father, over the phone,
why several of his thirty-nine …more
THE TRANSLATORS
After reading about Caesar
And Pompey, we searched
Until we found a nearly perfect
Antique plate. Speaking …more
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
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.
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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