The Garden, Disseminated, Overgrown
Out of reverence for the body’s irreducibility, Mort’s keeps strictly close to the phenomenal world, thereby freeing her imagination to honor all the body’s modes: five-fold sensuality, hunger as well…
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Their Faces Blur in Every Mirror
Darling writes with incredible crispness, but the world she describes remains cold, stark, upper-class, and difficult to relate to.
Rumpus Original Poetry: A History of Melancholia: Glossary of Terms
beloved. The raison d'être of the melancholic's affliction. Consider the graceful line of his wool coat, its fabric dark against the towering snowdrifts.
These Veins of Leaf, Hand, Storm and Stream
Ideally, critics and teachers are humbled by their vocations and the artistry the vocations expose them to, encouraging effort to stay fresh , emotionally resonant and intellectually worthwhile. Say yes…
Panic Attacks and Poetics
HTML Giant converses with Nate Slawson about his new book Panic Attack, USA. Slawson also discusses the American sonnet, how music led him to poetry, and author readings. “And I…
Somewhere Below the Solar Plexus of Her
What does it take for a person to kill a living thing, then a human being? Why are the truths of war silenced?
What Part Are You Now?
Harrison’s style is spare and evocative, more expressive than Hemingway but less misogynistic, more accessible than Thoreau. Honest.
Love you too, Harriet!
Harriet, aka the Poetry Foundation blog, has posted an excerpt of the Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s recent chat with T. R. Hummer. Watch as I learn what the Bald Man…
It’s Pigsty I
Nomura plays with language in radical and diverse ways, employing subtleties of rhythm, semantics, image, gender, punctuation, and repetition, often all within the same short stanza.
Poetry Mystery
The discovery of a 500 year-old poem pasted in the back of a a 1561 edition of works by Geoffrey Chaucer sparked an investigation into the poem and its author,…
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with T. R. Hummer
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with T. R. Hummer about his poetry collection Ephemeron.