Language Lesson and Surveillance by Ashaki M. Jackson
Kenji Liu reviews Ashaki M. Jackson's Language Lesson and Surveillance today in Rumpus Poetry.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Never Let Me Go
"You can’t hold on to the past," Elif once told me. "You don’t know how. You don’t know what to keep, what to throw away. So you keep it all. And you can’t do that. No one can."
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat for Max Ritvo
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Kaveh Akbar, Shon Arieh-Lerer, Justin Boening, Sarah Blake, and Ariella Ritvo-Slifka about Max Ritvo's Four Reincarnations. Max Ritvo died on August 23, 2016.
Farewell, Professor Wiesel
Faith is about action, Professor Wiesel said that day. Faith is about what you do with that faith. Belief in God is to do, not to accept. So always the question: what can we do?
Voices on Addiction: 365 Days without You
The men in my family don’t live long, you foretold. Damn you. Drunks and rock stars don’t grow up.
This Week in Short Fiction
Autumn is the season of change and, some say, death, as the leaves turn, the air cools, and the nights lengthen. Likewise, Halloween is not just a holiday for costumes…
A Looming Death
MacArthur Genius Grant recipient and Pulitzer-finalist poet Lucia Perillo has died at the age of 58, reports Michael Shaub in the LA Times. Perillo suffered from multiple sclerosis, and wrote…
Missing Lorraine
I guess I was somewhat relieved that my aunt realized she wouldn’t survive another day in her apartment, and I cautiously believed that she did want to live, at least for the next ninety days.
The Rumpus Interview with Jonathan Corcoran
Jonathan Corcoran discusses his debut collection The Rope Swing, Appalachian writing communities, getting disowned by his family for coming out, and his father's death.
America Again
I felt urgently that it was the moment to tell the story of what I’ve learned about American music—or maybe about being an American.
The Murder That Shaped Our Family
When I ask her about her childhood, she draws a blank. There is only blackness to her past, her entire early life erased by the trauma of that night.