poetry
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A Dialogue at the Core of Her Being
Ai successfully blends personal autobiographical poems with her trademark dramatic monologues, making for a truly original text—a kind of personified hybridity—that is both haunting and humorous.
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Black Hole Sun
Ultimately, though, it’s the cadence of the voice that engages the reader. Slant rhyme, and skillfully enjambed couplets and tercets, are the real shakers.
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The Rumpus Poetry Book Club with Timothy Donnelly
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club talks with Timothy Donnelly about his poetry collection, The Cloud Corporation.
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Pastries, Cowboy Music / That Kind of Shit
Reading, and re-reading these poems, you’ll find lines which are so outrageous, hilarious, and true that they get lodged in your head, like songs; and, you’ll find yourself quoting the poems to others, because they seem so apt in their…
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Maggot
Watching Paul Muldoon’s sentences course across the forms he has set for himself is like watching an elite athlete being put through his paces.
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What We Hack Up We Can Choke Down
It is Zweig’s essential Vermont-y-ness that makes her indispensable. The charm and beauty of those green mountains and isolation and mud seasons of that terrain is applied thickly in these poems.
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Do You Have Answers For This Teacher?
I could have linked to this in Poetic Lives Online, but I feel inspired by the Chaka Khan playing in the background to open it up to the Saturday crown. (Don’t ask me what I mean by that.) So a…
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Holding Company
In Holding Company, his third collection of poems, Major Jackson achieves the difficult feat of writing a book that feels simultaneously both intensely personal and yet also archetypally American.
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Why I Chose Elizabeth Alexander’s Crave Radiance for The Rumpus Poetry Book Club
Rumpus Poetry Editor Brian Spears on why he chose Elizabeth Alexander’s Crave Radiance as the third selection of the Rumpus Poetry Book Club.
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Nicole Walker in Rumpus Original Poems
We have a surprise for you at the end of Sean Singer’s review of Nicole Walker’s This Noisy Egg, a link to a new poem from Walker. It’s called “Call the Clock” and you should really check it out.
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“Call the Clock,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Nicole Walker
Call the Clock I was a little envious. I’d only ever had one and he— cat o’ hearts—he had nine. He traded them in every time they got broken.