The Last Poem I Loved: The Waste Land
It is March, almost April, and the year feels like a spool of days spliced out of order, leaping treacherously from sun to ice to sun to rain to snow.
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Posts Tagged: weather
Rumpus Original Fiction: The Typhoon is a Hurricane
She tried her best to be clinical, but his dreaming scared her, made her think of ghosts and aswang stealing pieces of her—little bit by little bit.
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Watching the World End: A History of The Weather Channel
[A]ll this sensationalism has made The Weather Channel, inadvertently and ever increasingly, the essential television viewing experience of the Anthropocene.
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FUNNY WOMEN #156: Fall Activities Adjusted for Global Warming
Due to rising sea levels, most orchards have been flooded. Instead of apple picking, grab a canoe large enough for the whole family and climb aboard.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Everything We Ever Needed
I tried to forget again that I once meant to leave, that on a few occasions I had actually felt transported by love.
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Readers Report: Harvest
A collection of short pieces written by Rumpus readers pertaining to the subject of “Harvest.”
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The Rumpus Interview with Jennifer Barber
Poet Jennifer Barber discusses loss, identity, historical trauma, and her newest collection, Works on Paper.
...moreConsider the Weather
These are not stories about the weather, these are stories about life and death. Over at the Ploughshares blog, E.V. De Cleyre considers the importance of weather in the works of Kathryn Schulz, Anthony Doerr, and Claire Vaye Watkins.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Ghosts of St. Louis
If I was a ghost, I wouldn’t want nothing to do with the world that killed me.
...moreA Dark and Stormy Dystopia
For the New Yorker, Kathryn Schulz analyzes “meteorological activity in fiction,” and how recent questions about climate change has led to a reemergence of weather related fiction, particularly in dystopian works: Our earliest stories about the weather concerned beginnings and endings. What emerged from the cold and darkness of the void will return to it; waters that […]
...moreRain Dance
Over at The Awl, Josephine Livingstone treats us to poetics on the colorful sounds of precipitation: Actual rain falling on my urban windows was, however, just too good to miss. I have lived on three continents and my family comes from a fourth: these circumstances have forged in me a deep and abiding attachment to […]
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Seven Storms
The Peckman River broke its banks on September 14th, flooding out the center of our town, closing roads and causing days of little local streets lined with heaps of the sad, soaked contents of basements, left out not to dry, but simply to be taken away.
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