Film Archives - The Rumpus

Nightmares Before Christmas

No one is coming to save us but ourselves.

I’ve been everywhere, but I don’t belong anywhere.

How does a fictional account come to stand in for history?

[A] person’s labor is not indicative of their parenting.

Why, in art of all things, should we ignore the intuition of the body?

I sing it to feel the darkness of it. I demand access.

Is it too much to ask: a girl to want her father to keep his feet firmly in the soil of the living?

Feet dangle in the foreground, suspended in space by distance and gravity.

Sally Wen Mao discusses her new collection, OCULUS.

This is the story I needed as a young girl; this is the story we all need.

In The Queer Syllabus, writers nominate works for a new canon of queer literature.

Every story needs to begin in a place of stasis, a comfortable zero.