Rupi Kaur is an Indian-Canadian poet who rose to fame for short enjambed poems, usually with themes about sexual abuse and self-love, posted on instagram accompanied by an original illustration. She is the frontrunner of a new culture of “insta-poets”, taking her success on the internet to ground-breaking commercial success in bookstores all around the world. For her readers, Kaur is a brave young woman speaking fearlessly and simply about extremely difficult themes. And I can see the appeal as someone who, too, has scoured social media like Pinterest and Tumblr for some light poetry reading, but to think that Kaur’s poetry is good poetry– that its writing is actually adding merit to the literary canon– is a gross overration of Kaur’s talent as a poet. If anything, her poems are visually stunning, give the illusion of depth, and she’s willing to give voice to the suffering of young women– but they are not actually good. Here are some of her poems:
Kaur has mastered the art of making her poems seem profound, especially by capitalizing on the lazy technique of lines breaks. She writes moderately interesting sentences– usually about something taboo and difficult, like rape or confidence or being a woman of color to give an extra sense of thematic intensity– breaks them apart, strips them of punctuation, and adds an appealing image to compliment it to give the sense of a verse form. I can do it here:
a flower
grows sprouts bursts
in my heart
every time i
contemplate the
garden of
our love.
The original sentence: A flower grows, sprouts, bursts, in my heart every time I contemplate the garden of our love.
Kaur’s lazy use of line breaks has been ridiculed by many Twitter users:
Kaur’s poetry states obvious, mildly interesting stream-of-consciousness shower thoughts in visually appealing ways. For a young audience who wants to read something about their problems about love or being a woman, Kaur is a championing figure who doesn’t shy away from these intense themes. Her poetry is extremely accessible and readable. You don’t have to read it multiple times in order to understand it, don’t have to crack open a dictionary in order to know what the words mean, don’t need an english degree to unknot the mess of allusions and symbolism and critical theory– it just means what it means. Doesn’t this make it good?
Well, no. Poetry isn’t good because it’s simple, and it’s also not good because it’s complex. Poetry is good because it says something interesting in an interesting way, that it is rich in meaning, and that it contributes to something about a larger poetic narrative. Consider William Carlos Williams’ poem “This is Just To Say”, which follows much of the structure and line-break pattern that Kaur does, but is wildly different in its quality:
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
There is a chaotic energy in this poem, a powerful subtext that needs to be unpacked, something playful and intriguing between the tension of its conversational tone and the almost murderous delight of stealing someone’s plums. This interest and interaction with form is utterly lost in Kaur’s work. Her poems are expected, obvious, and vacuous, painting an illusion of depth where there is none.
And perhaps you didn’t like William Carlos Williams’ poem about the plums. Maybe you’re someone who prefers Rupi Kaur’s poetry, and maybe you think it’s pretentious of me to decide that it’s actually quite bad. Perhaps you’re thinking that this whole poetry thing is extremely subjective– who gets to decide what poetry is good and bad, anyway?
If all literature was subjective, then, there would be no point to literary criticism and an entire discipline dedicated to the study of good literature. Poetry is not subjective. There is good literature and there is bad literature. Your experience of either can be subjective— as in, you can like bad literature and hate good literature, but your preferences don’t change the fact that it’s bad or good. There are certain measures for what it means for poetry to be good, and rupi kaur’s poetry simply doesn’t cut it. Of course, it’s great that a whole new wave of people are enjoying poetry and it’s been made accessible to them. It’s just really bad poetry, vacuous, full of lackluster language and the illusion of profundity, all set on the background of simple type font and a cute line drawing. That’s all.
(Images from Google Images)
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96 Comments on "Here’s Why Rupi Kaur’s Poetry Sucks"
So happy to read this! I was beginning to feel like the little, lone boy in the story of the Emperor’s new clothes! Well said Fareah
I’m more concerned about the odd pic she chose to thrust upon us publicly without an opt-out option. An opt-out is needed for many who, like me, stumble(d) upon it while just wanting to read. I wrote a poetic open letter to her just now, based on that intrusion.
yep i agree wholeheartedly. ofc ‘literature’ is always a controversial label but i think the capacity to be analysed is an important part of it (this is how i’m understanding the ‘profundity’ you mention) – rupi kaur’s poetry is just like very succinct advice, you’re literally MEANT to take all of it at unanalysed face value. it’s like if tolstoy left anna karenina at the first line (‘Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way’) and was like yep ok ive said the deep thing ive been thinking abt so thats done thats literature
Free verse is an open form of poetry, which in its modern form arose through the French vers libre form. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural speech.
That’s what her type of poetry is called, I bet you know this but people prefer to criticize. Poetry is big everyone don’t write and shouldn’t write the same way.
I don’t like Rupi Kaur’s poetry either but that William Carlos Williams poem is no better. At least Kaur discusses important topics that many young women can relate to, whereas Williams is writing about… eating plums? I don’t see how Kaur’s poetry is vacuous and shallow yet a poem written in exactly the same style about a much less significant topic has”chaotic energy” and “powerful subtext.”