se non basti e te stessa
non basterai mai a qualcun altro
tu sei il vago confine
sei nata con la debolezza di
magari non sei stato il mio primo amore
nulla è più sicuro
what i miss most is how you loved me.
but what i didn't know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person i was. it was a reflection of everything i gave you. coming back to me. how did i not see that. how. did i sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was i that taught you. when it was i that showed you how to fill. the way i needed to be filled. how cruel i was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if i was already not these things before i met you. as if i did not remain all these things after you left.
milk and honey
o come vuoi
it takes grace
the thing about
your name is
positive and negative
connotation in any language
it either lights me up or
leaves me aching for days
pag 67 -rupi kaur
voglio restare tanto
mi guardi e gridi
pag 72 -rupi kaur
with your solitude
you cannot leave
fb/rk - 28.11.2018
milk and honey - Una poesia breve, vissuta e schietta che affronta temi imprescindibili come il femminismo, l’amore, il trauma e la guarigione in versi che scorrono veloci come musica.
the new york times
punjabi ਰੂਪੀ ਕੌਰ - october 4, 1992 - queen of the i n s t a p o e t s
the term 'insta poet' is often touted when describing rupi. i asked what her thoughts were . she responded :
. it depends on the connotation, there's
some people that have used it positively because they're like : 'oh
this is incredible because i never read poetry but feel this in my
heart and i saw it through a platform that i used all the time' -
and then there's the other consideration where : 'this is insta
poetry and not real poetry' - that's interesting because i think
it's demeaning to my readers. many of whom are young women .
nella scrittura di rupi kaur non ci sono maiuscole
quando comincio a
scrivere poesia alle superiori ho un profondo desiderio di scrivere
nella mia lingua madre. c’è bellezza nel suo disegno.
la gurmukhi è una scrittura punjabi che usa
solo il punto. nessun altro segno d’interpunzione. tutte le
lettere sono trattate allo stesso modo.
nessuna distinzione tra maiuscole e minuscole. mi piace questa
semplicità. quant’è simmetrica e assolutamente inequivocabile. per un
po’ cerco di scrivere poesia in punjabi. ma non ci riesco perché non so
utilizzare questa lingua in modo abbastanza viscerale. mi domando cosa
accadrebbe se includessi alcune sue caratteristiche nelle mie opere in
inglese. solo punti. tutto in minuscolo.
è così che nasce la forma visiva di
milk and honey.
omaggio alla sua prima lingua, il gurmukhi, considerato sacro : nella scrittura gurmukhi tutte le lettere sono trattate allo stesso modo.
mi piace questa
semplicità. questa simmetria e questo andare sempre avanti. è una
rappresentazione visuale di quello che vorrei vedere più spesso nel
mondo: uguaglianza. per proteggere questi piccoli dettagli della mia
lingua li includo in quest’altra lingua ...
trovi che il messaggio della poesia sia
potenziato o annacquato dal mezzo social network ?
She inherited her love of art
from her mother and began drawing and painting at five years old. She
continued her art into her teens, but at the age of seventeen began to
focus more in writing and performing.
Uncomplicated and concise Kaur’s poetry has been criticized for being too simplistic. 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.
With almost 2
million followers, Kaur has made her straightforward poetry about
love, heartbreak and womanhood a global sensation .
Rupi Kaur non
ha bisogno di presentazioni: è la
poetessa di Instagram, ha
sovvertito il mercato editoriale dimostrando che la poesia e
l’autopubblicazione vendono. Questo grazie alla
popolarità acquisita sui social network, certo, ma i like non
bastano affinché un’opera letteraria funzioni. Ciò che
rende merito a Kaur è aver reso la poesia accessibile a chi usa i
social come veicolo principale per comprendere il mondo e sé stessi.
La sua fortuna è aver colto il compromesso perfetto fra l’aura della
poesia e il meccanismo che rende virale la parola scritta.
La sua è una lingua semplice ma non semplificata, immediata e che
parla per immagini potenti. Potremmo scrollarne le pagine come in un
feed e toccherebbe comunque il cuore .
- classifica dei primi dieci poeti piu venduti in america 2017 : 1a - rupi kaur
- CLASSIFICA ITALIA 2017-2018 : 3A RUPI KAUR
- traduzioni in circa 35 lingue : al 2020
piegodilibri.it - poesia.argonline.it
the sun and her flowers
Rupi Kaur ha cominciato a scrivere poesie per guarire, per dare un nome a ciò che il corpo non dimentica, per accorgersi di essere ancora intera.
being an immigrant is a funny little
spent a lot of time thinking about what it means for me. because
whether i like it or not- it has impacted a majority of my life.
i grew up.
like many of you immigrant children. teeter-tottering two very
different worlds. at home i had to be the obedient little girl who
did exactly as she was told- or suffer the consequences.
i spoke when spoken to.
could not change my appearance or attitude to fit in with the other
kids. that’s how the culture was.
what good am i
if i do not fill the plates
of the ones who fed me
but fill the plates of strangers
fb/k - 27.9.2019
a personal fav from chapter one page 53
non piango per
hai portato il
sole con te
ho teso la mano verso l'ultimo mazzo
when snow falls
cosa c'è di più forte
facebook.com/WEmovement/videos - we - 2019
- intervista - 2019
the sun and her flowers all yours. it has been an absolute honour to design this hardcover. i wanted to create a beautiful memory that spoke to what’s inside #thesunandherflowers. something i’d be proud to see on your bookshelves. i hope you’ll enjoy having it as much as i enjoyed making it for you .
fb/rk - 23.10.2018
i won't let go cause
bees came for honey
the sun and her flowers
trust your body
let it go
like the rainbow
it isn't what we left behind
- rupi kaur
i social media cambiano la natura della poesia ?
Alcune persone dicono che questa è solo
una cosa temporanea ma spero che non sia così.
I social media stanno cambiando così tante diverse industrie che il
mondo del libro è solo uno di questi. Credo sia
fantastico soprattutto per le persone che altrimenti non avrebbero
accesso all’industria editoriale o che altrimenti non avrebbero la
rete o le risorse per fare strada attraverso quella porta -rk
last week i landed in japan for a long overdue personal trip and i have to express my gratitude to this sacred land and its warm people.
it has been such an incredible experience to be enriched in a culture so very different from my own. i am learning a lot and enjoying the space. the cities. the villages. the food. oh my god the food. it is magnificent !!! i’m in awe of many things here and can’t wait to share them with you over the next weeks. here is a page from the japanese edition of ‘milk and honey’ . it feels fitting to share this poem because the illustration was an interpretation of ’the great wave off kanagawa’ a famous world renowned woodblock print by the japanese artist hokusai. it’s been one of my favourite pieces of art since i was a little girl and now to be here. in the place where it began is humbling.
it’s 11 a.m. right now and a delicious cup of coffee and fluffy
japanese pancakes await me in one of these bustling osaka streets .
i hope you’re taking care of yourselves. can’t
wait to share more. if you have any must see/must
do items - leave them in the comments !
i love you.
love for yourself . love for others . love to the world . its people. the earth .
finding your passions . the fights that need to be fought .
continuing to raise our voice against injustices .
doing . moving .
building . and striving for the light .
so ... IT’S FINALLY OCTOBER
MY FAV MONTH OF THE YEAR. PUMPKIN PIE. SCARVES. WARM DRINKS. SOCKS. AND LONG DRIVES AMIDST COLOURFUL LEAVES. MOST OF MY FAV PPL IN THE WORLD ARE BORN THIS MONTH. ALSO ME. okayyyyyyyyy now let’s let the joy INNNNNN.
i will spend my entire life writing
i will leave behind volumes upon volumes
of work. and they will barely scratch the surface.
IT'S OUR TIME
the making of a drawing .
step one . pen to paper . where it always
can you believe. these lips . this hair . this skin . this gold . biscuit . sesame molasses . has always been mine . where was i . when the sun planted a part of itself in my skin and said . show them what the light can do .
an excerpt from a book i’m working on 😌
before a show : i pace around insistently.
rehearsing and going over lines. wondering with anxiety about how
i'm going to greet the audience. for me
that's the most difficult part. i can
perform poems all day. but to actually break the fourth wall and
talk to the audience. to say hello. to be in the moment
and make conversation.
all the while not
making a fool out of myself. it makes my
kneeeeees shakeeeee 😩 why else do you think i wear all those long
dresses for 🤷🏽♀ sure they're fabulous but it all started with me
trying to hide my trembling knees. i can't
help it. even when i meditate and feel fine ...
for some reason the knees just feel it all.
and expose me. so i got rid of pants altogether and
brought in the long dresses. they’re my
shield when i’m on stage. i've been writing a lot recently and just
sitting alone for hours a day. which is lovely.
but it makes me miss the stage. where i am held by all of you.
celebrating. and i came across this photo
that Jen Bernard Photography caught in a millisecond right before
one of my last shows. at that moment while i
was pacing. i couldn't wait for all of it to
be over. just so i could sit at home and
create. and now. i can't
wait for all of it to begin again. 🌟♥️
this time of year
is always a soft nostalgic one . where things slow
down just a bit. enough to give me some time to process the wild
ride the past 365 days have been . the
lessons learned . things lost and won .
the joys and sorrows of another year . and all the
hopes for the new one .
me during this entire snowstorm
i am of the
i’m deeply saddened
by the destruction in the amazon.
we should all be heartbroken. we should
all be saddened and outraged. this is the only home we have and
we’re watching it burn to the ground. i want action. i want us to do
all we can. which starts with listening to scientists about climate
change and environmental degradation. as well as reexamining
corporate misuse of what little rainforest cover we have left. and
how we — through the governments we elect and the companies we
support — are willful collaborators of our own destruction.
look at what
anche se le si separa
finiscono per riunirsi
non si possono separare gli amanti
le strappi con la pinzetta
le mie sopracciglia trovano
sempre la strada
per stare insieme
the sun and her flowers - il sole e i suoi fiori - pag 217
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