From the Outside In: Talking with Ellene Glenn Moore
Ellene Glenn Moore discusses her debut poetry collection, HOW BLOOD WORKS.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Erin Belieu
Erin Belieu discusses her new collection, COME-HITHER HONEYCOMB.
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Poetry Is Wild: Talking with Ariel Francisco
Ariel Francisco discusses his forthcoming second collection, A SINKING SHIP IS STILL A SHIP.
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A Tiny Wellspring of Comfort: Nina Riggs’s The Bright Hour
[Nina] is not a warrior but a reconnoiter at life’s edge.
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The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #131: Lisa Wells
“I always feel like I’m starting over. I don’t know how I ever wrote a poem. I really do have that feeling.”
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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.
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The Way That Poetry Works: Holdfast by Christian Anton Gerard
In his searing, soulful second collection, Gerard uses the language that is poetry to invite the reader in to the experience of his darkest and brightest moments.
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Campbell McGrath talks about his new collection, XX: Poems For The Twentieth Century, capitalism, history, and what it might mean to write a wordless poem.
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Over at the Paris Review, Dan Piepenbring talks about James Wright’s famous epiphanic poem Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota, in conjunction with Ann Beattie’s new story Yancey, and the general discussion and controversy of the poem’s famous last line: “I have wasted my life.”
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The Last Book I Loved: The Delicacy and Strength of Lace
In letter-writing, we are not really talking, but the words represent the deep-heldness of our communication.
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: The Poet’s Journey Chapter 2
Every time you write a poem, you’re learning to become a poet once again. Your writing imitates not the banal sequence from life to death, but instead imitates a descent into and out of a new womb of clarity.
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