Electric Synthesis: Drakkar Noir by Michael Chang
Chang’s style imitates internet culture and the patterns of an anxious mind. But there’s also glamour.
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...moreGrief begs to be analogized, not to be tamed exactly, but somehow made approachable.
...more“I had thought of the title as a placeholder, but it ended up hanging around.”
...moreMegan Fernandes discusses her new collection of poetry, GOOD BOYS.
...morePaige Lewis discusses their debut collection of poetry, SPACE STRUCK.
...moreArt is a fickle running buddy, legacy jumps out unexpectedly, and love is too serious not to joke about.
...moreLong after O’Hara died, O’Hara was still influencing, shaping, editing, Berkson.
...moreAriel Francisco discusses his forthcoming second collection, A SINKING SHIP IS STILL A SHIP.
...moreSadie Dupuis discusses her debut collection, MOUTHGUARD.
...morePoet Stephen Mills discusses his first two collections, He Do the Gay Man in Different Voices and A History of the Unmarried, teaching writing, and what’s next.
...moreWhat is lost still has substance, is malleable, can take on new impressions, and be molded again to our experience, often resulting in the most lasting force that determines how we see the world.
...moreMothers of America / let your kids go to the movies!
...moreJeff Nguyen reviews Ocean Vuong’s Night Sky With Exit Wounds today in Rumpus Poetry.
...moreThe New Yorker profiles Ocean Vuong, who muses on the English language, growing up around women, Frank O’Hara, and the vestigial nature of clichés. And with his first book of poetry published just last week, he addresses the feelings of strangeness that accompany the act of making poetry and writing into a career: When the poet-novelist Ben Lerner […]
...moreCampbell McGrath talks about his new collection, XX: Poems For The Twentieth Century, capitalism, history, and what it might mean to write a wordless poem.
...moreI have no answers, but I can feel my feet.
...moreOne could sense this passion in all of us. It seemed to fill the classroom as if it were part of the oxygen.
...moreEditor and author George Hodgman talks about his new memoir, Bettyville, what makes for a good memoir, and returning to his hometown of Paris, Missouri from New York to take care of his aging mother.
...moreBarbara Berman offers some quality suggestions on poetry to read during the month of April, and beyond.
...moreAt the New York Times Magazine, A.O. Scott covers “A Brief History of Kissing in Movies.”
...moreThe 50th anniversary edition of Lunch Poems, the collection written by Frank O’Hara in 1964, has caught attention recently over at The Atlantic. The book has always been important to New Yorkers, and evidently it still is—in 2012, it was voted into the top ten list of objects that best tell New York’s story (it […]
...more“I spent hours standing before the glass vitrine, trying to divine the magic, the answer, the power of the box.” Lizi Gilad debuts on The Rumpus with a powerful poetic homage and meditation on permanence.
...moreYesterday, avant-garde cinema legend Jonas Mekas posted remarkable archival footage of Allen Ginsberg, Frank O’hara, Amiri Baraka (who still went by Leroi Jones), and Ray Bremser reading together in 1959. The reading, which took place at the Living Theater in New York City, was a benefit for Yugen magazine. No audio was recorded at the […]
...moreBarbara Berman reviews Fraonk O’Hara’s Poems retrieved today in Rumpus Poetry.
...moreAmy Winehouse was my contemporary—exactly my age, 27, when she was found dead at her London home on July 23.
...moreFrank O’Hara’s “Morning” I can read, as I just did, stuffing my face with a disgusting greasy croissant, and I am still totally immersed in the world of this poem which resists weeping so desperately the whole thing feels like spring to me, all desire.
...moreFor Dante, Heaven sweetened souls; for Bidart, who does not believe in Heaven, sweetness comes haggard, if it comes at all.
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