poetry
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The Flame an Upright Leaf
Grappling with the problems of an adolescent entering adulthood in a society skewed by violence and oppression, Adam Foulds’ narrative poem is an intellectual, visual, and sensual triumph.
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No Dazzled Salamanders
This… collection offers a world where narrative, grammar, and logic all come and go, rising up familiarly for a few lines then dispersing again, something thrilling and unrecognizable in their place.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan about her poetry collection Bear, Diamonds and Crane.
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You Tell Me Its Underpinnings
Davis maintains a deep engagement with, and investigation of, the world around her. She is able to immerse herself in the newness of things by seeing them through children’s eyes, and describes what she sees with a lovely freshness and…
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The Memory of a Coin
Alliterative poems dually titled with different years provide each of the book’s two parts with bones to an otherwise fleshless narrative. Placed upon the page like fossils for an extinct skeleton, the poems succeed in bearing their own significant weight.
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Why I Chose T. R. Hummer’s Ephemeron for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club
Rumpus Poetry Club Board Member Brian Spears on why he chose T. R. Hummer’s Ephemeron as the November selection of The Rumpus Poetry Book Club:
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“The Translators,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Joshua Edwards
THE TRANSLATORS After reading about Caesar And Pompey, we searched Until we found a nearly perfect Antique plate. Speaking
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Man, Wall, Sea
Working with his father, Joshua Edwards has also created an intriguingly masculine book. The collection presents father and son’s perspectives on an American landscape molded and scarred by men.
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The Slow Urgency of Drowning
Stacie Leatherman weaves lush metaphors and imagery that drifts and flakes, and is riddled with earthly abundance, colors, and dust. Her writing is sensory, and her voice and syntax trick you until you lose the difference between leaves and flesh.
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The Last Poem I Loved: “Nothing Twice” by Wislawa Szymborska
The last poem I loved was “Nothing Twice” by the well-known Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska. I loved all of her poems that followed, but “Nothing Twice” was the first Szymborska poem I ever read. Last week, I was on my…
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The Night is a God’s Wound
This [collection] is a rare effort to “open the window” for western readers onto the last fifty years of Chinese poetics.
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“WalMart Supercenter,” A Rumpus Original Poem by Erika Meitner
WalMart Supercenter God Bless America says the bumper sticker on the racer-red Rascal scooter that accidentally cuts me off in the Walmart parking lot after a guy in a tricked out jeep with rims like chrome pinwheels tries to pick…