The Last Poem I Loved: The Waste Land
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Why I Chose Justin Phillip Reed’s Indecency for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club
Here's what we're reading in our Poetry Book Club next month!
Unsettled Terrain: Rummage by Ife-Chudeni A. Oputa
If shame works by convincing us that we are bad, by pinning us into a definition of badness, then the poems in Rummage resist by refusing to be pinned at all.
The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #127: Tara Skurtu
"A poem is not a perfect puzzle, yet it is precisely a perfect puzzle."
An Invisible World: Tomas Tranströmer’s The Half-Finished Heaven: Selected Poems (Expanded Edition)
The poem, [Tranströmer] seems to say, doesn’t have to carry every burden of its poet’s heart. It doesn’t need to speak out loud, either.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers
& suddenly we seemed to know nothing // but the evaporating world, / not one of us fit // to last.
Sylvia Plath and Reclaiming the Gaze
Perhaps as women we are always trying to record the gaze. Marginalized people are often asked to validate our distrust, trepidation, and fear.
This Most Vulnerable of Houses: Fady Joudah’s Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance
These poems, poised at the intersections of the material, the metaphorical, and the spiritual, fold into and out of one another as their boundaries dissolve with question after question.
The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #125: Tyree Daye
"I think if you are really doing the work, you can’t write about America and not explore race and slavery, and that goes for any writer."
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Eloisa Amezcua
Eloisa Amezcua discusses her collection From the Inside Quietly, bilingualism in poetry, and the connection between whiteness and yeast infections.
Logic and Lack of Logic: Best American Experimental Writing 2016
A crucial part of what makes experimental writing fresh is the way sight works with what is said, whether the material is performed or read in silence.
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Carolina Ebeid
All the horrible days arriving—listen— / the children stretch their spans // before tombstones practicing fame
pretending corpse-life