Uselysses by Noel Black
Uselysses by Noel Black is a collection of five, distinct, short books of poetry. The first three books collect introspective and self-conscious poems common in contemporary poetry, distinguishing themselves with…
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The Illusion of Safety/The Safety of Illusion
There are things that rip my skin open and reveal what lies beneath but I don’t believe in trigger warnings.
A Rumpus Book Club Update
Rumpus Book Club members this month have been devouring Emma Straub’s Laura Lamont’s Life in Pictures, and we’ll be chatting with Straub about her book this Wednesday night. Poetry Book…
Lit-Link Round-up
Live in Chicago? The multi-city, roving reading series, Nervous Breakdown Literary Experience, is back, hosted by Sunday Salon Chicago, tonight. Black Rock Pub, 3614 N. Damen, 8pm. Performers include Megan…
Sunday Rumpus Serialization: Three Poems
David Hernandez returns to The Sunday Rumpus with whimsically intense new poems and artwork, in this second of a two-part installment.
Traveler by Devin Johnston
“One can no more locate the unconscious impulse to a poem among the synapses of the brain,” Devin Johnston writes in the preface to Precipitations, his study of the relationship…
SELF-MADE MAN #15: Everybody Passes
We are all walking through life as if what mattered most were the symbols of our acquisitions and not the fluttering flags of our hearts.
Engine Empire by Cathy Park Hong
There remain a few shops, labels, and presses in the United States that embody DIY artistic independence in the best way, combining the intensity and existential tenacity of hardcore punk…
The Last Poem I Loved: “Under the Maud Moon” by Galway Kinnell
A round- cheeked girlchild comes awake in her crib. The green swaddlings tear open I first encountered the last poem I loved, Galway Kinnell’s “Under the Maud Moon,” eleven summers…
A Soldier’s Handbook
The New York Review of Books covers the recently published guidebook given to American soldiers before heading to Vietnam: “Most American soldiers landing in Vietnam in the 1960s were handed a ninety-three-page…
The Rumpus Interview with Cynthia Cruz
Her poems were spare, fierce, dark little packages that managed to feel both mystical—almost like fairytales—and contemporary with their references to drugs and Greyhound stations.
Lit-Link Round-up
Navigating the world of literary agents, at The Millions. Some good stuff here, except that the longshot theory of “it’s all who you know” isn’t really true. I got my…