Posts Tagged: dante

The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #2: In a World Gone Tilt-a-Whirl

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Society is falling apart, the daily news seems to say. Living in interesting times, it is all too easy to fear that our work is meaningless.

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Discovering Septimania

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I set off for Rome with my fiddle and a backpack, planning to busk as long as the tourists could stand it. ...more

The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Phillip B. Williams

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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Phillip B. Williams about his new book Thief in the Interior, form in poetry, and balancing editing work with one's own. ...more

Dante’s Horoscope: A Long, Prose-Filled Journey

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This year marks Dante’s 750th birthday. But on what date should The Rumpus host our purgatorio-themed party? More importantly, what was Dante’s zodiac sign?

If you’re a fastidious reader of The Divine Comedy and your horoscope, you should know the answer without a date: Dante’s journey to the Underworld is a classic Gemini move.

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Dante for Days

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All of Italy, it seems, is gearing up for a serious, extended celebration in honor of the 750th birthday of the beloved poet Dante Alighieri. John Kleiner writes for the New Yorker about the festivities and the country’s intense relationship with Dante, and attempts to put it all in context for an American audience:

The obvious comparison is to Shakespeare, but this is like trying to make sense of Mozart by means of Coltrane: the number of centuries that divide Dante from Shakespeare is practically as large as the number that separates Shakespeare from us.

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Write What You Know: Random Book Links by Elissa Bassist

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James Wolcott’s review of Updike’s The Widows of Eastwick summed up in one piece of advice: skip the first third of the book. Unlike Hemingway, Plath, Wolfe, et al., Updike refuses to put the pen down, and now “younger novelists have voiced disgruntlement with the solipsism and literary penis-wagging of Updike’s generation of privileged males.” Nothing I hate more than old men scooping up bylines and then penis-wagging at me.

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