Rupi Kaur's success upsets me.
She's the best selling poet of our generation. An astute literary critic will have an obligation to be familiar with her corpus and comment on it, a modern day Coleridge or Keats.
It's a prime example of the degeneration of a practice. Where once was poetry, there are now teenage girl's vapid thoughts arranged in a manner that only remotely resembles a poem. Fucking terrifying.
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