Blogs
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Who Pays Writers? We Asked the Editors
In the free preview edition of the new online journal Scratch, which we posted about here, web editors discussed their jobs and paying writers.
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Recalculating by Charles Bernstein
Sean Singer reviews Charles Bernstein’s Recalculating today in Rumpus Poetry.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: News of the Weird in Poetryland
New book reports postmodernists forced to write in rhyme and meter Exposing widespread abuses faced by beginning poets writing in postmodern verses, a new book titled “Between the Lines,” revealed that poets who write post-experimental poetry are forced by their…
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Rare Footage of O’Hara, Ginsberg, Baraka Emerges
Yesterday, avant-garde cinema legend Jonas Mekas posted remarkable archival footage of Allen Ginsberg, Frank O’hara, Amiri Baraka (who still went by Leroi Jones), and Ray Bremser reading together in 1959. The reading, which took place at the Living Theater in…
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Eliot’s “Prufrock” Gets Comic Book Makeover
Let us go then, you and I… Montreal illustrator Julian Peters has just released the first nine-pages of his comic-book adaptation of T.S. Eliot’s classic poem, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” The poem, one of the canonical works…
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Dear Beast Loveliness: Poems of the Body by Tim J. Myers
Damon Marbut reviews Tim J. Myers’s Dear Beast Loveliness: Poems of the Body today in Rumpus Poetry.
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Lit-Link Round-up
The most provocative piece I read this week: Anna March’s “Paternity Leave” over at The Weeklings. Which professions have the most psychopaths? Jessica Keener interviewed about her new collection, Women in Bed, on The Quivering Pen. Have you seen this?…
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LAST BOOK I LOVED: THE DOG STARS
Elizabeth Stark tells us why Peter Heller’s THE DOG STARS is the last book she loved.
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Nostalgia for the Criminal Past by Kathleen Winter
Josh Cook reviews Kathleen Winters’s Nostalgia for the Criminal Past today in Rumpus Poetry.
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The Last Book I Loved: nineties by Lucy Ives
Our parents showed up to retrieve us. They wanted to know why we would do such a thing. My friend and I looked at each other and just shrugged our shoulders.
