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Rumpus Exclusive: “Lisbon, the Truncated City”
Our love of the superfluous is helpful in better understanding ourselves.
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Bounty
The pleasure comes from the bounty itself, the viewing of it, knowing that she doesn’t have to eat it but that she could.
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On the Futility of Defying Extinction
Always, when my father spoke to me in words I could not understand, my guilt spoke back.
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Constellations of Identity: A Conversation with J. Michael Martinez
J. Michael Martinez discusses his third collection of poetry, MUSEUM OF THE AMERICAS.
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Death and Rebirth: Armenians in Jerusalem
When I was young, my grandma told me that Armenians are distant descendants of Noah.
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Wanted/Needed/Loved: Weyes Blood’s Mysterious Kris
To this day no one really knows where my kris came from or whether or not it’s a significant part of my family history, if it’s a random object or an heirloom with an untold story.
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How I Lost My Memory
Admitting memory’s tendencies toward storytelling, time shifting, and the emotional coloring of facts admits the potential for some forgiveness.
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Broken Bones and Old Songs: A Novelist’s Fight to Keep Memory Alive
Memory is the machine of creativity—its heart and soul.
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A Study of Homeland in Displacement
To think of Brazil as a different place than I remember it is to think of my unbelonging, as someone out of place in my memory.
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Anna March’s Reading Mixtape #25: In a Daze, ‘Cause I Found God
I’m an atheist who often carries crystal rosary beads and a relic of Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton. My grandparents, Mary and Gus, bought them both at the Vatican where they had traveled to see Pope Paul VI canonize Mother Seton.…
