Posts Tagged: hunting

TORCH: My American Playground

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I left the car by the roadside and ran up the slope, in tears now, reaching the picnic tables and swings and, as bright and vivid as in my dreams, my purple-shaped climbing frame, exactly as I remembered it. ...more

This Week in Trumplandia

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Welcome to This Week in Trumplandia. Check in with us every Thursday for a weekly roundup of the most pertinent and relevant content on our country, which is currently spiraling down a crappy toilet drain. You owe it to yourself, your communities, and your humanity to contribute whatever you can, even if it is just awareness of the truth.

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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Great Elk

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For a moment, seeing the small figures walking before the elk makes me think that white people know the Great Elk too. ...more

Rumpus Original Fiction: Rhino Girl

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But these were not men, she realized. They were a cackle of spotted hyena, bright-toothed in the dark, and they were laughing at her. ...more

Armored in Cars and Driving Unseen

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America is a beautiful country and it was beautiful before we got here. I’m not sure yet if we, the ancestral echo of colonizers, are a beautiful people. I often have doubts. ...more

Hunting the Pages

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I find the threat of predation satisfying in a short story because, when done well, it solicits a visceral reaction. The etymology of the word visceral can be traced to the Latin word viscera, which was used to refer to internal organs; the plural term, viscus, refers to “flesh.” A visceral reaction refers to an instinctual reaction, as opposed to an intellectual reaction.

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Word of the Day: Venatic

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(adj.); of or relating to hunting; fond of hunting, whether for sport or livelihood; from the Latin venari (“to hunt”)

“Love her or hate her, Banksy is putting herself at the intersection of the street and the art world. Why would anyone expect that position to be occupied by a man?”

—Kriston Capps, “Why Banksy is (probably) a woman”

The modern-day human need not take to the wild and hunt for daily sustenance.

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Caribou

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When you come to my house and eat the caribou stew I’ve made, I want you to feel the rifle heavy as lead in the grip of my hands, the shiny brass bullet between my fingers, and how smoothly the bullet slid into the chamber.

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