Rumpus Originals
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A Story of Le Loup (or: Notes For & Against a Musical Auteur Theory)
My first introduction to Le Loup’s debut album The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations’ Millennium General Assembly came in isolation. This was an album to be listened to in private: the album’s arches and corridors providing a…
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What Is an Anthem
A poet doesn’t review the poems in G.C. Waldrep’s Archicembalo—she listens to them.
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The Rumpus Interview with Frank Plant
I like things to be accessible; it’s important for me to communicate to the non-art crowd as well as those more versed in art appreciation so I keep the entrance point as accessible as possible and leave it up to…
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TRUTH SERUM
Defriendship (Part 2)Cut yourself hundreds of times with the pages of a Truth Serum book!
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FUNNY WOMEN #5: What We Were Really Saying
Me I verb you. Him I similarly feel for you in this way, but I’ll never say the word verb. I have feelings only only when I feel like it.
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One of These Things is Not Like the Others
Stephanie Johnson’s microfiction creates rich subtext in few words, making each story complicated and true, and each character alive and familiar.
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E-Doldrums: A Book Publisher Confronts E-Books
I know e-books are a cheaper product – both to produce and consume – and I’m certain that writers do too.
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #6
PORCUPINES ★★★★★ (3 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing porcupines.
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Not-So-Ancient History
A first novel set in modern Zimbabwe begins: “Two days after I turned fourteen the son of our neighbor set his stepmother alight.”
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The Rumpus Interview with Alasdair Gray
Writer and artist Alasdair Gray is his own best nightmare. It took the modern Scottish bard twenty-five years to finish Lanark: A Life in Four Books (1981), his fat, strangely inspirational novel of urbanism gone awry.
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Steve Almond’s Bad Poetry Corner #5: Trained
(Writing wretched verse so you don’t have to since 1995) Trained You will ask why I never tore her down with my famous claws and arrowed jaws why instead I sat about, moewed, and on occasion lept through fire.