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The Rumpus Interview with Me and Earl and the Dying Girl
Producer Jeff Sommerville, director Alfonso Gomez-Rejon, and the cast of Me and Earl and the Dying Girl discuss their movie that went to Sundance and beyond.
Spotlight: Peter Witte’s “Bacon, Egg, & Oats”
Visual artist and writer Peter Witte is unsure whether the killing of a sentient being is problematic, but he wishes that bacon, one of his favorite foods, could exist without all the suffering.
Make/Work Episode 32: Nathan Langston
In episode 32 of The Rumpus’s Make/Work podcast, host Scott Pinkmountain speaks with poet and composer Nathan Langston about the origin and development of his most recent project, and the effect it’s had on his creative and personal life.
Albums of Our Lives: Bloc Party’s Silent Alarm
We could hear the muffled roar of the show booming through the walls of the historic building. We were drunk, pretending to be music writers. We were giddy with our trespass.
The Rumpus Hypertext Interview with Maya Lang
Author Maya Lang discusses her Joyce-inspired novel The Sixteenth of June, the "illiterate, underbred" epic Ulysses, and the insufficiency of "yes" in an interactive interview with Allison Adair.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Sandra Beasley
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Sandra Beasley about her new book Count the Waves, sestinas, and how actions can serve as signposts in the time stream.
OG DAD #26: The Greedy Fox
Phobic or diligent? You be the judge. All fodder to feed into the Daddy neurosis machine.
All Over Coffee, the Eviction Series #1: Marlowe Cafe
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her glancing my way, then she leaned close and barked, "Usurper."
The Rumpus Interview with Sean Wilsey
Sean Wilsey discusses his latest book of essays, More Curious, being David Foster Wallace’s neighbor, the healing power of the American road trip, and the difference between writing fiction and memoir.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Sound of Galton’s Whistle
Those acres of wild were not about to cough up what I was missing no matter how much I clapped and whistled.