Rumpus Originals
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A story is like a nomad: An Interview with Geetanjali Shree
We must return again and again to the whole issue of hegemony of the English language
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Language as Possibility: Renee Gladman’s Plans for Sentences
. . . think of Gladman’s work as engaging the imagination the way an architect approaches three-dimensional space with a two-dimensional blueprint.
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From the Archives: The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Bad Blood
To give blood in the United States today is like joining an elite, profoundly uncool, hyper-exclusive club.
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Learning from Grief: Claudia Putnam’s Double Negative
Among the meanings of Claudia Putnam’s cryptic title is a mathematical one, based on the lower left quadrant of graphs; it is a meaning that she chooses, explicates, and explores from many angles. But negative infinity is much harder to…
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When The Pipes Inspired the Poets: A conversation with the Boiler House Poets Collective
The Boiler House held a magic, as it turned out, for all of us, with its sound installation clanging and pinging in the background, sun slanting through the pipes, pigeon feathers drifting, an occasional passerby pausing to listen.
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Voices on Addiction: Washed Clean
That’s when I noticed John the Baptist standing chest-high in the middle of the narrow, easy-moving river.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Todd McKinney
Of course, it’d be wonderful to have / the Southern Hemisphere back.
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Men Haunting Men: A conversation with Richard Mirabella
Maybe being haunted is just feeling something crooked nearby
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Bruce
Perhaps when we recognize the monsters alive in our brains, we’re less likely to kill the shadows cleaning up after us.
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Insatiable Hunger: Wanting, edited by Margot Kahn and Kelly McMasters
If I could not morph into a rescue dog doted on by childless lesbians, at least I could luxuriate in this anthology.
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Even the Moon
When you finished, several minutes passed before we spoke. You dipped a finger in a pool of candle wax. How could I know this was the only real secret you’d ever kept?
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Leave what you can, take the rest: An Interview with Idra Novey
Every day you have to abandon your past or accept it, and then, if you cannot accept it, you become a sculptor.