Sound & Vision: Bob Egan
Allyson McCabe talks with Bob Egan, a man widely known as one of New York’s foremost “pop culture detectives,” about why and how he does the work he does.
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Rumpus Original Fiction: Straw House
“It’s not healthy, how you live. People aren’t meant to sleep all day. We need the sun. We’re meant to live in the sun.”
Where You Put It on the Line: A Conversation with Mychal Denzel Smith
Mychal Denzel Smith discusses his debut nonfiction book Invisible Man, Got the Whole World Watching, how the activist space has changed in recent years, and who he is writing for.
David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: 21 Poems That Shaped America (Pt. 12): “Shine, Perishing Republic”
Vive le resistance déjà vu, you say? Are we only a nation that forgets, a United States of Obliviousness?
TORCH: Blood Trauma
But still: A pattern. The trauma had been diluted by time. But, it was still present, still discernible, in my blood.
Slang and Swagger: Riffing with Jeff Chang
Jeff Chang discusses his latest book, We Gon’ Be Alright: Notes on Race and Resegregation, his work in hip-hip journalism, and the beauty and humanity of political protest.
Sunday Rumpus Poetry: A Poem by Juan Martinez
The abyss believes / this bug – bottle green, abuzz, / every wire alive with your lies. / The abyss calls your mom / to let her know.
Join Us at the Oakland Book Festival!
One day. Seven hours. Over a hundred writers and fifty events, including a Rumpus panel you won't want to miss!
Names Are Always the First Lock on Any Cage: Talking with Dolan Morgan
Dolan Morgan discusses his latest short story collection, Insignificana, losing his favorite jacket, Internet comments, and the ending of Lost.
The Water Goddess
To exist solely now on land is to live always waiting to reenter the water—to feel soothed even by the sound of it falling. To live a life on land is to feel the loss of our former lives within our very faces.
Swinging Modern Sounds #80: I Just Don’t Want to Wait Around Anymore
Mulcahy’s Possum is, like the animal titularly referred to, a sly and imaginative affair...
When a White Man Paints Black People
[H]ere comes this white boy, Asher Mains. Red-haired too, and bearded, like the pirates that once rummaged Grenada’s coves.