Recent posts
Rumpus Articles
-

DEAR SUGAR: “If you’re so hot, anon, why not sign your name and include a pic of your amazing wonderpuss?”
You “feel” you should be out meeting people. You know what I say? Fuck that.
-

Morning Coffee
We here at the Rumpus do not speak nor read Russian. We are however, totally terrified and fascinated by this dying merman statue. Republican are a bunch of teabaggers and the National Organization for Marriage starts the M4M initiative (aka…
-

Todd Zuniga: The Last Book I Loved, Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned
For a great while I’ve been away from reading short stories of real length—instead flipping back through Etgar Keret’s The Nimrod Flipout for three-page jolts of inspiration. But when I read Tower’s “Retreat” at a cafe in Brooklyn, I couldn’t…
-

Melting City/Empty Forest
Teppei Kaneuji is a young Japanese artist who uses collage techniques to create new objects that are whimsical and strangely familiar. He has his very first solo show at the Yokohama Museum of Art. (via Designboom)
-

Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
Happy Saturday, everyone. Here’s your poetry fix for the night. The Times Online discovers a link between poetry and Facebook. Guess who else is on Facebook. Part 2 of 4 on the modes of poetry. The nature of poetry readings…
-

Little Brother is Watching Too
When Oscar Grant was shot by BART police in an Oakland station on New Year’s Day, locals found it quite suspicious that the official surveillance cameras weren’t working, so that no video would be available. Had it not been for…
-

Time Lapse From Space
While astronaut Don Pettit was living aboard the International Space Station (ISS), he used some of his off-duty time to make time lapse videos of what he was seeing outside of the ISS window.
-

Saturday Morning Links
Okay, all you (us) iPhoniacs out there–who’ll be the first to come up with an App to make sure we become the downloader of the billionth app? Dan Kennedy channels former Alaska Senator Ted Stevens on that fancy new Twitter…
-

Ari Messer: The Last Book I Loved, The Changing Light at Sandover
I hate agreeing with Harold Bloom. But what can I say? I fall easily and oddly and often (if sceptically) into Bloom’s spells of (particular) historical illumination and (annoying) lucidity.