FUNNY WOMEN #119: Why Jeannie Drank, a Colloquium
The aim of this inter-, multi-, trans-disciplinary conference is to open discussion on how personal vs. community responsibility can be apportioned and other jargon.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Poet’s Journey: Chapter 8
When you trust the wisdom from the art of poetry as a guide to writing your new poems, you put your writing in service of something larger than your own ambitions and impulses.
Over the Hill
What’s really fascinating about the end of an athlete’s career is not his decline; it’s what comes next.
Bombing the Bookclub
We had a number of people quit The Rumpus Book Club today because I wrote in a Daily Rumpus email that Israel should stop bombing Gaza.
TED WILSON REVIEWS THE WORLD #240
THIS MAZE ★★★★★ (1 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing this maze.
The Rumpus Interview with Katie Crouch
Katie Crouch discusses Etruscan history, the Amanda Knox trial, and turning fact into fiction for her novel Abroad.
The Sunday Rumpus Interview: Emily Parker
"If you are a critic of the Chinese government, it’s not easy to organize a physical gathering. Beijing cracks down hard on that kind of thing. But online, critics find they are not alone."
The Last Book I Loved: Human Wishes / Enemy Combatant
...there’s something thrilling and subversive and almost sexual about finding a novel that bothers to think about what it is to be a novel.
The Rumpus Review of Palo Alto
Director and screenwriter Gia Coppola has done an amazing job of distilling a cohesive narrative from Franco’s disparate stories...
Sound & Vision: Gail Ann Dorsey
Gail Ann Dorsey, a top session bassist and singer-songwriter who’s worked with David Bowie, Bryan Ferry, Dar Williams, Tears For Fears, the Indigo Girls, Gwen Stefani, Lenny Kravitz, and many more, talks recording, touring, and learning to play.
The Rumpus Interview with Françoise Mouly
Comic publishing pioneer Françoise Mouly discusses bringing comics to the mainstream, life at The New Yorker, and the burdens of being legendary.
The White One in the Woods
Last summer was a difficult season, the worst I’ve had in years. I bloodied an eye from weeping, capillaries branching like red vines around the hazel nest where my pupil gleams like a black egg.