Rumpus Originals
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RUMPUS POETRY BOOK CLUB EXCERPT: “WE ARE YOUNG WE ARE BEAUTIFUL” by Zeina Hashem Beck
An excerpt from The Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s July selection
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WHAT TO READ WHEN YOU’VE MADE IT HALFWAY THROUGH 2022
Rumpus editors share forthcoming titles they are excited to read
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From the Archive: National Poetry Month Day 8: “cum shot” by Danez Smith
Poetry by Danez Smith for Poem-a-Day
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Marisa Siegel
Talking with Marisa Siegel about FIXED STARS, a little treasure.
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The Perfect Balance Between Momentum and Stillness: Chris Abani discusses Smoking the Bible
Masculinity isn’t a thing. It is an absence, an excavation. Men are raised in the erase of all that is tender and good and loving until for many of us, all that is left is an unfocused rage.
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From the Archive: Explicit Violence
Afterward, there was dead silence in the kitchen. I know because I held my breath. Even air molecules seemed to still.
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A Love Language for the Menstruating Body: Chloe Caldwell’s The Red Zone
Above all, The Red Zone is a story of intimacy and love, in both substance and form.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: The Things for Which We Have Prayed
In the nursing home, his few lucid days are passed recounting the things he had prayed for as a child. The zookeepers, he cackles. I prayed for the zookeepers.
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Accessing the Sublime: An Interview with Dalia Azim
Creating a site-specific installation in the middle of nowhere is somewhat akin to writing a novel—who knows if an audience will ever find their way to it.
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Voices on Addiction: Choices
The hardwired need, the uncontrollable craving people described, manifested for me primarily with my bulimia. Alcohol played second string in the quartet.
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From the Archive: What to Read When You Want to See a World More F**ked up Than Ours
Reading suggestions from author Celeste Ng for these f**ked-up times: worlds more—or, okay, just differently—f**ked up than ours.
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From the Archive: Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Hanif Abdurraqib
If you really must know, the main difference / between fame and infamy is the number of / mornings / you wake up alone.