Posts Tagged: Saeed Jones
Saturday 12/14: Mike Albo, Jami Attenberg, Sandra Bauleo, Alexander Chee, Adam Gopnik, Lev Grossman, Jill Hennessey, Dave Hill, Saeed Jones, Michael Kostroff, Fiona Maazel, Ayana Mathis, Téa Obreht, Gabriel Roth, Saïd Sayrafiezadeh, Rosie Schaap, Elissa Schappell, Parul Sehgal, Jim Shepard, Rob Spillman, Lorin Stein, Emma Straub, J....more
Saturday 12/7: Natalie Eilbert, Mike Bushnell, Rob Ostrom, and Christie Ann Reynolds inaugurate the Banquet reading series with an evening of poetry. Eilbert is the founder and editor of The Atlas Review. The Banquet series was launched intending to highlight the intersection of poetry performance and audience experience; it is the product of curators Joshua Kleinberg, Alexis Pope, and Dana Jaye Cadman....more
Flavorwire’s Jason Diamond has compiled a list of fifty books that defined the past five years of literature.
From the universally acclaimed (Wolf Hall) to the controversial (what purpose did i serve in your life), from the literary heavyweights (Tenth of December) to the pop-culture juggernauts (The Hunger Games), these books “show what is great about literature here and now.”
We’re psyched to see that the list includes Wild by our Dear Sugar columnist Cheryl Strayed, Ayiti by our essays editor Roxane Gay, When the Only Light is Fire by Rumpus pal Saeed Jones, and a host of other books by Rumpus interviewees, book-club authors, and friends....more
More than a few people have questioned, chafed, and commented on Collins’ decision to identify himself as a black gay man — rather than simply as a gay man. And that’s where I step into the ring.
At BuzzFeed, Saeed Jones writes about the importance of race as a factor in NBA player Jason Collins’s coming out....more
Read the just-released BuzzFeed LGBT manifesto, and we’re sure you’ll share our excitement.
Another reason to celebrate: Saeed’s first BuzzFeed piece, “How Men Fight for Their Lives” was reprinted from the Rumpus!...more
“In line in the cafeteria, at his favorite table in the library, on the last block before the block he lives on, the inside of Boy’s head is one blank notebook page after another.”...more
“Sometimes I catch people staring as I bike past them. Wide-eyed, mouths slightly open as if to question the color of my hair. Red like Mars, like the rings of Jupiter… In the split-second of my passing, I wander into and through their idea of what a black man is supposed to look like.”...more
“I believe Nina Simone tried to build that gun because that night she realized what all other-ed bodies eventually realize: a gun was already at her head. She feared a song might not be enough. The fact that this gun could not be seen didn’t make it any less real or lethal....more
When I was younger and lonelier and knew more about other people than I did about myself, I thought...more
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.
Skin Like Brick Dust
In bed, your back curved
to answer the heat of my holding
Your soft cough becomes prognosis. Soon,
cigarette smoke is the inkblot test of the lung.