Last Day to Get Wild
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The Rumpus Interview with Carl Adamshick
[Adamshick's] disinterest in self-promotion is plain, and the interview should be read with his tone in mind: wary, self-depreciating, somewhat amused.
“The Mathematician,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Carl Adamshick
The Mathematician She’s taken to sleeping late. Only recently have I come to stare on her as phenomenon.
“In the Pink,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Maureen Thorson
In the Pink I walk the beach by the Tickle Inn and I know that breakups suck.
Thumbs In, Fingers Splayed
Throughout the collection, the speaker in these poems is constantly aware of this contradiction, the intersection between life and art, perhaps frighteningly so, seeking solace in “these few things left,”…
SELF-MADE MAN #2: Old Stories
Look, it’s an old story, masculinity; usually discussed in terms of brutality and honor, power and powerlessness, and occasionally a highlighting of the tender underbelly that rises up no matter…
The 2011 VIDA Count
VIDA has once again released their count, where they look at prominent magazines and identify the gender breakdown of writers, reviewers, and books reviewed. Once again, the numbers are revealing.
Eileen Myles on Inferno
CA Conrad and Eileen Myles have an extensive conversation over at BOMBLog. Topics include Myles’ new “poet’s novel” Inferno, how memory’s role differs in composing poetry versus fiction, and writing…
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #125
MY MAGNIFYING GLASS ★★★★★ (5 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing my magnifying glass.
Trees Are Blooming Into Bright Lightbulbs
Schomburg’s newest book, Fjords, Vol. 1 holds true to this idea of finding familiarity in a parallel consciousness. Just because the poems often work in a seemingly private dreamscape, doesn’t…
The Whole Vortex of Home
[Peter] Gizzi’s particular gift is to posit that shifting location where senses meet the terrible and the sublime, where political portent or its brittle actualities announce themselves in various configurations.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #97: You Have Arrived at the Fire
You have arrived at the fire. Here’s the bread. Grab a hunk.