Rupi Kaur, Instagram and a whole bunch of other modern cultural factors have led to a resurgence in a certain kind of poetry. I picked up this collection by R H Sinn in a bookstore on a whim, having opened up a few of the pages and found some of the words spoke to my heart. And some of them do – stories of love, loss and the turbulence of an examined life. You can find some of the better ones attached to this review. You might also enjoy the deep feminism in them – showing that men too can write poems begging for other men to treat women appropriately.
But there is just such a lot of pain here. Too much for me, making this a dense tome to get through. I’ll appreciate the poems I found that spoke to me, but I don’t think I will delve into any more of his collections.
This book was a gift from a friend and a wonderful choice for me. In it, Gordon Livingstone M.D. writes a series of essays pondering everything from love to thinking and expectations.
Livingstone has an interesting perspective and much of this book was originally published in different formats on an online forum for bereaved parents. Although Livingstone was there to find solace after the death of his two children – one through illness and another through suicide – his fellow participants found much hope and reason in his writings. I did too.
The only thing I found myself battering against was his pragmatic statements about the nature of love. He believes that the idea of true and everlasting love leads us astray. While I agree that dangerously romanticising the idea of the perfect relationship may in fact be getting in the way of many people’s happiness, I’d like to think there are people out there who can grow and change together in warmth and happiness. But perhaps I’m just over-romanticising that too.
Well worth a read – and lovely short essays that can be picked up and re-read whenever you need.
It was International Poetry Day recently, so I thought it was a good time to pick up a copy of Rupi Kaur’s second published collection of poems, The Sun and Her Flowers.
I loved Milk and Honey, a study of the beauty and pain of our relationships, especially our relationships with our bodies as women. I enjoyed the accompanying illustrations as well. I had high expectations for this second collection, which was broader and more political in scope… Two new foci emerge in this collection – the role of her mother in her life, and an emerging sense of herself as part of a history of immigration.
But perhaps this was too much of a good thing. There weren’t as many stand-out for me in this one (which is not to say there weren’t some wonderful moments!) and at times, I struggled with the voice and tone.
Nonetheless, Kaur remains one of the most powerful modern poets and well-deserving of her success. Get a little taster of this collection here.