There Are More Knowzits Than Ever
Coleman’s work is functional and communal; she wields the oral tradition in a way that reflects her poetry ancestry—the blues queen, Koko Taylor, for example, or the fringe Beat genius,…
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FUNNY WOMEN #73: How to Write Like a Funny Woman
Recently, I started taking improv classes at Upright Citizens Brigade Theater in New York (founded by the high priestess of funny, Amy Poehler). During each class exercise, I’d think, “This…
The Last Poem I Loved: “Poem at the New Year” by John Ashbery
To truly commit a poem to memory is to commit your life to that poem. Out of all the many verses I’ve memorized over the last year, no other has…
Rhona Cleary: The Last Book I Loved, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
Was there ever a place greyer, wetter or lonelier than Paris in the fall? For an Irish person, that’s a weighty question to consider. I guess that in some other…
Ted Wilson Reviews the World #119
YOGA ★★★★★ (1 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing yoga.
Lit-Link Round-up
The fabulously smart Roxanne Gay, interviewed in the fabulously smart podcast series Other People with Brad Listi. Read Emily Rapp’s essay on female friendship, solicited for The Sunday Rumpus because…
The Short History of Summer
Innovation is at the heart of these poems, and King’s ability to see through the surface to the deeper and often disconnected intricacies of life make them pleasurable and powerful…
“Death, Is Always,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Amy King
Death, Is Always Turning my hair inside out, I only see Emma Bee making sense of excess, making something of it online, via high fashion, which shouldn’t be but is,…
I Know the Word “Stradivarius”: Why I Chose Aase Berg’s Transfer Fat for The Rumpus Poetry Book Club
Rumpus Poetry Book Club advisory board member Gabrielle Calvocoressi on why she chose Aase Berg’s Transfer Fat to be the group’s January selection.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #94: The Amateur
I don’t know exactly where we are now. I only know we’re at the place where the plot thickens.
Manifests Both Terror and Dis-Ease
What is a woman’s place in a world full of overwhelmingly masculine ideas and works? Marthe Reed, in her newest book of poetry, Gaze, examines the many intersections between women…
“Kināyah,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Marthe Reed
Kināyah “[concerning] women, the sexual organs, defecation, various forms of uncleanliness and everything which is a bad omen” –Sandra Naddaff “when a woman desires something, no one can stop her”…