From the Archives: The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Bad Blood
To give blood in the United States today is like joining an elite, profoundly uncool, hyper-exclusive club.
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Join NOW!To give blood in the United States today is like joining an elite, profoundly uncool, hyper-exclusive club.
...moreThis is a carousel that never slows to a point where you can board gracefully.
...moreThen there is the bathroom issue. My beloved is like me, like you, like anyone. Sometimes a person has to go.
...moreThere’s something about stillness that always comes just before the miracles.
...moreThis book is disarmingly—in fact, unnervingly—amoral.
...moreIt’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women, trans, and nonbinary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreThe words blur, become meaningless. You need them to be meaningless.
...moreThe experience, rather than linear, is borealian.
...moreChristopher Gonzalez discusses his debut story collection, I’M NOT HUNGRY BUT I COULD EAT.
...more“…each month I embrace a kind of death within my womb that offers me a life I can live with.”
...moreRyka Aoki discusses her second novel, LIGHT FROM UNCOMMON STARS.
...moreI feel guilt in the not good enough I carry alongside the not bad enough.
...moreMattilda Bernstein Sycamore discusses BETWEEN CERTAIN DEATH AND A POSSIBLE FUTURE.
...moreChristopher Gonzalez discusses his debut story collection, I’M NOT HUNGRY BUT I COULD EAT.
...moreTo be imbricated in hundreds of years of colonial violence is to be entangled in colorist logics and stories of loss and belonging that are rarely linear or singular.
...moreStacey Waite talks about her poetry collections BUTCH GEOGRAPHY and THE LAKE HAS NO SAINT.
...moreMorbid humor exists for a reason: to poke fun at our inevitable ends and lighten its emotional load.
...moreIt is only by holding Whitman accountable for all of his language that we can also love other parts of his language and poetics.
...more“It was like wandering through my own labyrinth.”
...morePoems echo, rebound, and speak to one another.
...moreCarly Inghram discusses her new poetry collection, THE ANIMAL INDOORS.
...moreYou stood and put your hair up. It made you a different man. You got hard and decided you were why.
...moreA fossil. A body. A message from a recovered life.
...moreIf I were to stare into a mirror, I’m not sure I would see anything back.
...moreLiz Asch discusses her new book, YOUR SALT ON MY LIPS.
...moreJacques Rancourt discusses his new collection, BROCKEN SPECTRE.
...moreI want to ask Anna for a map of desirability. Where was I before, where was I pregnant, where am I now?
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