Rumpus Originals
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Suppose I Kept on Singing Love Songs Just to Break My Own Fall
I don’t remember what I was doing when my aunt called to tell me my father was dying.
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #69
DANCING WITH THE STARS ★★★★★ (4 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing Dancing with the Stars.
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Surely Some Revelation Is at Hand
(Yet Another) Rumpus Lamentation: It’s a sunny winter day in Tucson, Arizona. There’s an event being held in the parking lot of a supermarket called Safeway.
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The Complicated World of Adults
A volume of new and selected stories by Edith Pearlman reveal the subtleties of her characters’ inner lives—and the surehanded mastery of their author.
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An Afternoon with Ralph Steadman
“Don’t you think it’s a bit thin?” Ralph Steadman asks me, swirling a nice glass of wine, bolstering his weight against one of his kitchen’s walls, his piercing expression ultimately putting me on the spot.
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A Struggle at the Roots of the Mind
I don’t know if I’m the only youngish reader to have this chip on my shoulder, but I always sort of assume that poems by older people get mellower. Let me say it again: Rich’s lines are harrowing, are incensed…
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Interviews Aimee Nezhukumatathil
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Aimee Nezhukumatathil about her collection Lucky Fish.
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DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #61: The Sacred Thread
Limits are not punishments, but rather lucid and respectful expressions of our needs and desires and capabilities.
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Harlem Blues
Between 1915 and 1970, six million African-Americans left the oppression of the Jim Crow South to find freedom in California and the northern states. Most traveled by rail, with those in the Southeast taking the Seaboard Air Line up the…
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Let’s Float Free in the New Air
Such a surreal experience of the human body pervades See Me Improving. There is as much mystery in sneezing as there is in orgasm.