The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Tarfia Faizullah
Tarfia Faizullah discusses her new collection, Registers of Illuminated Villages, mystery stories, the nature of evil, and mourning pages.
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Reading Ferlinghetti in the Age of Trump
This lesson feels especially relevant to our moment: that it’s possible to be both a frustrated activist and also a present and joyful human being.
The Tension of Identity: Hands That Break and Scar by Sarah A. Chavez
For Sarah A. Chavez, the body works as a site of difference and violence, but also magic and wisdom.
Poetry Is a Manifestation of a Life: Talking with Marvin Bell
Poet Marvin Bell discusses his now-famous love poem, "To Dorothy," and the woman who inspired it.
The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #128: Dunya Mikhail
"All art is somehow a kind of witness, whether to beauty or to anything else."
Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Safia Elhillo
with my teeth i understand my lover’s waist / we worship at each other’s throats / i am not afraid of men only of forgiving
It’s All about Positionality: Talking with Kayleb Rae Candrilli
Kayleb Rae Candrilli discusses their debut collection, What Runs Over, reclaiming memory through poetry, and the political act of being happy.
The Last Poem I Loved: The Waste Land
It is March, almost April, and the year feels like a spool of days spliced out of order, leaping treacherously from sun to ice to sun to rain to snow.
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.