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“The Tornado Collects the Animals”: a Rumpus Original Poem by Catherine Pierce

The Tornado Collects the Animals The tornado likes animals because they pay attention. The tornado sees the dogs howling up from rippling yards, the cows huddled mutely against one another,…

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“The Girls of Peculiar” by Catherine Pierce

There is a canon of cinema that revolves around girls leaving girlhood, and finding themselves young and nubile, ready (so they think) to embrace their future as women. There’s the…

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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Why I’m Quitting Ezra Pound

Ever heard that gobsmacking troubadourist Ezra Pound read his elaborate, funkified sestina, “Sestina: Altafore,” in a voice that is one part American-as-European, swilling-with-the-rolling-R’s accent and cantorian swoons and another part…

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“Southern Wind, Clear Sky”: A Rumpus Original Poem by Elisa Gabbert and Kathleen Rooney

Southern Wind, Clear Sky Hokusai says the morning is clear, but it’s never really clear around Mount FujiMount Fuji is an active volcano, so we can never get entirely comfortable…

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“Robinson Alone” by Kathleen Rooney

First things first: you don’t have to be a fan of Weldon Kees to enjoy this book. Shameful confession: until I read the note that precedes the table of contents,…

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The Next Letter in the Mail: Roxane Gay

The next Letter In The Mail, going out this Friday, is from Rumpus essays editor Roxane Gay!

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“Transmittency”: A Rumpus Original Poem by Rachel Loden

Transmittency I stand by what I said. I stand by it or next to it. I peer over the gazebo at what I said, the way it flowers in the…

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Lit-Link Round-up

This week I’ve been reading a lot about illness. I read this stunning essay by Barry Silesky, poet and longtime editor of ACM, in the Missouri Review, in tandem with Bob Flanagan’s The Pain Journal.…

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The Whole World, Opened Up

I don’t really want to know what a man looks like when his face has been cannibalized. I don’t really want to know about this dog-breastfeeding woman. I don’t want to be in the position of being able to judge or ridicule the ugliness and the strangeness of this world.

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Selected Translations by W. S. Merwin

The translation of poetry requires justification. Not necessarily for conceptual reasons, but because the experience of reading translated poetry however transcendent and beautiful always feels lacking, incomplete, like living in…

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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Dorothea Lasky v. Elizabeth Bishop

All of a sudden my inbox is filling up with links from friends to two essays related to poetry that have almost everything and nothing in common at once, and…

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