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As always, I enjoyed Rupi Kaur's poetry.
If I'm being frank, I would have most likely given this 5 stars, had it not been for a few poems that, as a Christian, bothered me. They may not bother you, and that's fine, but they are probably ones I, personally, will not revisit. It's because of these few that my rating fell by 2 stars.
If I'm being frank, I would have most likely given this 5 stars, had it not been for a few poems that, as a Christian, bothered me. They may not bother you, and that's fine, but they are probably ones I, personally, will not revisit. It's because of these few that my rating fell by 2 stars.
i’ve decided i’m not going to rate this, because of the sensitive subject matter discussed, and the fact it was apparent the author was struggling with the idea of creativity as a commodity. i didn’t love it, but i’m not sure i feel comfortable giving a rating to the way someone else processes their pain.
I’ve defended the value of Kaur’s past works but this one really does feel like Instagram poetry. The four parts seem disjointed and the themes are so scattered it’s hard to pin down what the book is trying to say. I wish the stories of personal healing and political work were depicted as processes, rather than in the stark mantra-like stanzas we get. The effect is some of these poems feel like they were written in hindsight or on a clearheaded day, not from the position of someone in the thick of it. Others feel simply produced to do the very thing Kaur criticizes, to meet a book deadline.
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Much tougher, much more explicit and not in the usual artful way. Seems like a blunt instrument that is unable to play fine music.
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He says you're opinionated
As if it’s an insult
To have ideas so big
He chokes on the size of them
Never be quiet
As if it’s an insult
To have ideas so big
He chokes on the size of them
Never be quiet