Though she’s made her name with words, Kaur’s initial Instagram fame had nothing to do with her poetry. Sadness looks the same across all cultures, races, and communities. “People will understand and they’ll feel it because it all just goes back to the human emotion.
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“I’ve realized, it’s not the exact content that people connect with,” she says. Instead, Kaur wanted to do something more accessable. “It was like doing surgery on the damn thing.” “I would have to pull out the list of literary devices my teacher gave me and my 10 colorful pens,” she says, her big, almond eyes getting wider. “You have to remove everything and get to the pit of it.” Kaur – who moved from Punjab, India to the suburbs of Ontario, Canada, when she was three and a half years old and now lives in Toronto – doesn’t want readers to agonize over each and every word like she did when learning poetry in school. Now there’s even a book called Milk and Vine that’s quickly become an Amazon bestseller since its October release. Milk and Honey officially became a meme earlier this year when people starting taking the text from Vine videos and stylizing them like one of her poems. Parody accounts have shown up on Twitter that intend to show how easy it is to write a Rupi Kaur poem – the gist being you take any conversation, format it in all lowercase and insert random line breaks. Uncomplicated and concise, Kaur’s poetry has been criticized for being too simplistic. But this story of what was supposed to be a nausea-free victory lap, which she spares me the gross details of finishing, is just the kind of anecdote her 1.9 million Instagram followers would adore. It’s a celebration which kicked off the night before with a live performance of her work featuring Westfeldt, YouTube star Lilly Singh and fellow poet Chloe Wade.
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Trying to keep fruit down isn’t exactly how the 25-year-old imagined she’d be celebrating the release of her second collection of poetry, The Sun and Her Flowers. “I was like, ‘You’re talking about something so deep right now, but the strawberries are coming back up girl, I gotta go.'” “I knew something was wrong when I was talking to Jennifer and the green haze came over me,” she says in between sips of red Gatorade. Sitting on a king-size mattress in her Soho Grand hotel room, Kaur tells the story of how she almost lost her brunch all over actress Jennifer Westfeldt. Rupi Kaur is too sick to get out of bed and wishes she had realized this a few hours earlier.