poetry
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Splitting the Lark
Under Brimhall’s deft attention, the historical becomes personal, and the personal skirts the mythological.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat with Dean Young
Every month, the Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with the author of the book we’ve been discussing. This month is extraordinary, however, because our poet, Dean Young, had a heart transplant on April 15, just over two weeks ago.
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National Poetry Month, Day 32: “Sacrament” by Tracy K Smith
Our National Poetry Month project comes to an end two days after the end of the month, but we close with a special treat–a poem from the next book selection by the Rumpus Poetry Book Club, Life On Mars by…
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National Poetry Month, Day 31: “Single Lane Bridge” by Johnathon Williams
Here at The Rumpus, we think it’s a little silly that National Poetry Month only has 30 days, so we extend the celebration for just a little bit longer. Welcome to April 31! Single Lane Bridge The dark cannot claim…
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Modern Medicine is Freaking Amazing
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club has been discussing Dean Young’s Fall Higher this month, and given that Young had a heart transplant on the 15th, I’d basically assumed we were going to have to postpone. Nope. We’ll be chatting with…
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National Poetry Month, Day 30: “Out of Office Reply: Why Do You Seek the Living Among the Dead” by Joseph Harrington
Joseph Harrington’s Things Come On was the Rumpus Poetry Book Club selection for March. You can read the Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s chat with him here and Camille Dungy’s essay on why she chose the book here Out of Office…
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No Trace of Origin, No Thorn
The poems in Copperhead use the deeply wrought questions with which it is concerned to wisely come up with a sort of memoir, which is attaching deeply felt memories with deeply felt language, thus making it literature.
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National Poetry Month, Day 29: “I’m a Poet and I Don’t Know It” by Ariana Reines
I’m a Poet and I Don’t Know It I am so broke Maybe I am a poet I wonder.
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National Poetry Month, Day 28: “Casket Sharp” by Saeed Jones
Casket Sharp Your soft cough becomes prognosis. Soon, cigarette smoke is the inkblot test of the lung.
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National Poetry Month, Day 27: “The Accused Terrorist’s Wife” by Shara Lessley
The Accused Terrorist’s Wife The house foreclosed, she’s gone to his father’s home, carting her things, a pair of his shoes, their only daughter, sons. Water springs
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National Poetry Month, Day 26: “In the Rafters at Birdie’s Roadhouse” by Alison Pelegrin
In the Rafters at Birdie’s Roadhouse 504 forever. Hillbilly princess. FDNY. For a good time a hard man is good to find. Got nookie? Life is too short for bad moonshine.