Rumpus Original
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Displays of Affection
I’m a reluctant decorator. Maybe it’s because I’m really a poet, or maybe because I’m a slob. Either way, despite a life long fascination with my own personal mise en scenes I’ve tried never to let the professional impulse sink…
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The Way We Left Cuba
In chess, it’s called zugzwang: you’re forced to move, but the only moves you can make will put you in a worse position. Welcome to the daily struggle of every face you meet in Cuba.
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Visiting Auschwitz
Like most Jewish girls, I read The Diary of Anne Frank at a young age. From the moment I closed the book, the Shoah dominated the mental landscape of my nine-year-old days and commandeered my nights.
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Give the Gift of Rumpus!
A holiday gift subscription to Letters For Kids or Letters in the Mail, a Write Like a Motherfucker Mug, the Rumpus Book Club Gift Package, a Dear Sugar Coffee Mug Two Pack, and more! Visit The Rumpus Shop this holiday…
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Ted Wilson Reviews the World #164
MY BACKPACK ★★★★★ (4 out of 5) Hello, and welcome to my week-by-week review of everything in the world. Today I am reviewing my backpack.
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The Rumpus Interview with Bill McKibben
Bill McKibben does not exactly look like the kind of stentorian figure you’d expect to be leading one of the most important grassroots movements in the history of civilization
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An Open Letter to the Women’s Travel Auxiliary of Seneca Falls, New York
Who makes history, and who has the right to claim it? Anne Elizabeth Moore visits Seneca Falls, proud bastion of the early women’s liberation movement, and encounters a host of not-so-liberating surprises.
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The Rumpus Book Club Interviews T Cooper
The Rumpus Book Club chats with T Cooper about Real Man Adventures, meditations on masculinity, vintage-style book design, and why writing is really fucking hard.
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Safety
He came into my apartment. He came into the place where I lived and slept and ate and took showers and paid bills and paid rent. He came in when I was not there. Repeatedly. Maybe every day.
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The Lonely Voice #20: William Maxwell in the December Rain
This morning I threw Julian Barnes’ Sense of an Ending out the window of my car. I was reading at a red light. This occurred at approximately 10 A.M. at the corner of Mission Street and Como Avenue in Daly City,…
