The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Heirlooms
The strings of our DNA mark us as one, but it’s the roots of our memories that bind us.
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The Rumpus Interview with Leigh Stein
Leigh Stein discusses her new memoir, Land of Enchantment, co-founding Out of the Binders, and why most of her projects begin as "an idea that someone else pushes back on."
The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #1: Are We Amused Yet?
Here is something I’ve always believed: Just knowing I am an artist, asserting that identity, is more important than what I produce. It is a victory in itself.
Sound & Vision: Alice Bag
Allyson McCabe talks with Alice Bag, one of LA punk’s first frontwomen in the mid-70s as the lead singer and co-founder of the Bags, and who has just released her self-titled debut solo album.
Unstaged Violence
Aimee Levitt has written a harrowing investigative exposè of Darrell Cox’s decades of abuse at Profiles Theatre in Chicago. Actors in the Chicago theatre community are raising awareness of the…
The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Kill Shot
1964, a month prior to the anniversary of JFK’s assassination, a different home movie shot. Infant toss. Up-down. Plummeting. I’m ten months of age—picking up speed.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Jennifer Whitaker
Jennifer Whitaker discusses her new collection The Blue Hour, persona poems, the violence in fairy tales, and writing about sexual abuse.
Albums of Our Lives: The Mountain Goats’s The Sunset Tree
I knew if I could make it out of town, make it to college, I would survive. But I wasn't sure I would.
The Last Book I Loved: The Loss of All Lost Things
I recognize something in the stories... It’s the culture of “I made it” versus the culture of staying behind, the culture of achievement versus the culture of guilt.
There Is No Such Thing as a True Story
Perspective is a fickle beast, and memory is an unreliable traveling companion through the years.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Story of My Fear Over Time
A boy dies at exactly my age, one month past ten years old. We share a birthday, same day, same year.
