2012
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“Bender: New and Selected Poems” by Dean Young
I would be in trouble if I had to choose a favorite Dean Young poem. I remember when I stood in a bookstore reading Elegy on Toy Piano, before I knew or cared anything about contemporary poetry, and I remember…
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First Poet Laureate of L.A.
On Friday, Eloise Klein was declared L.A.’s first poet laureate. Klein has authored seven books of poetry and is the founder of Arktoi Books press. Check out the interview with her at KPCC.
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Dan Weiss’s Morning Coffee
In case you wondering, here is NASA’s official 2012 disclaimer. Today’s awesomest thing: MIT’s transforming robot. The golden age of the bicycle vs the great bicycle menace. Elements of Color is your midcentury design porn for the week. And now…
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The Way We Left Cuba
In chess, it’s called zugzwang: you’re forced to move, but the only moves you can make will put you in a worse position. Welcome to the daily struggle of every face you meet in Cuba.
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Emerging Author: Leo Tolstoy
Have issues with classification? Apparently so does Target. Although the film adaptation recently came out, Target guilelessly shelved Anna Karenina in the ‘Emerging Authors’ section. Congrats, Tolstoy, you’ve finally made it!
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“My Shazam Boobs”
“I celebrated my tits with him, with all of these people. Hot bras, clingy T-shirts, sexy lingerie shopping forays. Must I abandon celebrating my tits in order to avoid mourning their loss? To find partners who won’t?” Take a look…
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Thanks, The Chronicle
In their 2012 Holiday Gift Guide, The Chronicle of Higher Education endorsed our Letters for Kids subscription: “1 more thing for kids: The Rumpus’s Letters for Kids project will mail your child a letter every few weeks from a children’s / young adult author.…
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The Truth About Scientology
I’ve always known that people were curious about the church, but I wish they’d take the time to understand a little more about why people join and what they get out of it, instead of just writing it off as…
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Watching Rocky Horror with Sylvia Plath
Lucille comes out to her porch. She’s taking the trash out or checking a burnt light bulb or else just looking at the night. I swear it’s like she’s timed it, like she knows when I’m coming each night: “Well,…
