I hadn’t thought about it this way before, perhaps because I’m rarely in a dance club anymore, and when I was in them, I was generally too blitzed to pay…
One of the few compensations of growing up as a member of a restrictive, some might even say cultish, religion, is that if you manage to get free of it…
A couple of days ago, we passed along the story that poet Craig Arnold was missing on the small volcanic island of Kuchino-erabu-shima while on a creative exchange fellowship. The…
No doubt because of the media frenzy over the Swine Flu–or whatever we’re calling it now–Harpers has pulled a great piece on the factory farming of swine from their archives.…
Welcome to Saturday morning, home of the screaming hangover. Perhaps I’ll try to get my hands on some watercress. This Day in Tech gives us a short, but interesting, look…
The last poem I loved is John Casteen’s fifteen-line poem “Regret,” from his first collection, Free Union. Here’s the first stanza: This life, it is like conducting the symphony of…
National Poetry Month is over, but you can still read great poetry on The Rumpus. We published a new poem every day in April, including work from D.A. Powell, Michelle…
“I got the idea to exchange each word in a poem I’d written with an emotionally equivalent sound. When I had exchanged all the words, I had made an electronic…
Starting this week, the Rumpus will feature roundups where we’ll share links to things we think you would want to read from book blogs around the Internet. Hopefully, it’ll save…