Where do I have start to understand Rupi Kaur?

Why the introduction of Lenin with Mao? Didn’t Mao implement a more pure form of communism? That is what is in line with Kaurism

Not the one you're replying to. Rupy Kaur is clearly a very complex and phenomenal poet that introduced a slash ("/") for readers to have a choice for which word they choose to read first and thus can have a completely different experience when reading it again (that's just... Incredible). I'm not an expert on Mao or Lenin though, so you'll have to excuse me for my non-explanation. I like her works m work so much that I'll add my own poetry inspired by her:
Flies
Eating chocolate
Money piling up
They sit on chocolate
And much it and
Become more beautiful

Like the
Big woman that
Is dancing with no
Clothe(s)

When the pink/punk
Unicorn sits on a happy
Tree
Like Nietche
And then we sleep

I love rupee

Based intellectual Rupee poster

Listen to the interviews on YouTube (Kimmel, Conan etc)
Then if you're ready, move onto her blogs: this is Kaur in her most raw form, and her image/text constructions are vital to further understanding her ontology.
ONLY after watching the interviews AND reading all of her online work (not forgetting the Instagram meditations) you may start with Milk and Honey.

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Gun in her mouth, gun on her tongue, panties removed, you sniffing them

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if you haven’t read hegel’s analysis of diary of a wimpy kid volume deux Rodrick Rules you can’t possibly to understand Kaur

What if she gives birth to a son? Write the male version of her poem Yea Forums

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when my son is in my stomach
I will have him removed
like a tumor from my tummy
and he will die in debris
while I am open and free
to try again for a blessing
and so I will go fetching
for a planter that plants flowers

That's not even a poem it's two fucking sentences masquerading as a poem. Why isn't the "i" capitalized? Is this intentionally infuriating? Let me try.

when my boys in my belly
i will talk to him like
he already raped me
he will see no telly
and i will be jelly
that he is a cis
male

Pretty funny. You actually made poetry, unlike rupee.

u go gurl!!
women so power
today same salary
we flower in garden
sun light washes us
we grow strong =)

>he will see no telly
I lol'd

>take a creative writing class
>in the first meeting we have to tell who we are and why we're there, etc.
>"Like, I used to not care for poetry at all", says one girl, "but when I read Rupi Kaur, it was just so amazing."
>mfw

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welcome to rupi kaur

if i write whatever
with no punctuation
and break the text
into random lines
it becomes poetry
good morning =)

Terrible, awful, overrated, pleb shitting on paper, etc.

Was TS Eliot the white male Rupi? The modernist trash he inflicted upon the art was just as subversive for its time.

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Tell me more about your understanding of poetry

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T.S. Eliot invented modernism? Maybe you mean Walt Whitman

The answer is no, Ash Wenesday is very interesting and artistic writing, even if not formal poetry.

>tfw Jaipurfeets in your face

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Heard throughout our super polity
Legends of girls’ carnal frivolity
Spreading their flaps everywhere like they’re mops
Pussy butchery for their roast cunt chops
Feminism receives blame’s full brunt
Yet ladies cease bedding with nary a grunt
“Experimentation! Self love!” the girls will claim
Requesting innocence from any and all blame
Then to her next pumping of priapistic cream
All drilling and adoration, the girls life’s a dream
No matter the cervical or fallopian mire
She’ll permit only strange cocks, “Please, its dire!”
The gorings torque her flower to the maw of snapper
So most men instead choose her less beefed braaper
Her eggs grew forelorn of all worldly hope
Seeking amity with herpetic warts to cope
And how did her flower’s beef jut out and sprout
Spooking from her cunninliguists the shrillest shout
“Eat my beef, faggot, and taste my Nuva-ring”
Say the harlots that hasten to a pussy eating fling
But stay secret about their innard’s pooling spunk
Self righteously dripping on that pussy-licking punk
Along with remnants tucked into her labial wrinkles
Those bestial semenal Africanized sprinkles
Terraforming her cunt until fertility was murky
Ghostly howls sneak from her vajay-jay-jerky
Sisters in sluttiness teach esoteric stretches
While milky Khazars whisper useful kvetches
Training their beef to endure all phallic wrought
Kegeling and queefing until pussy guts are taut
Training for the future devoid of coital blunder
Modern women embody warm holed plunder
And so it has been since soiled romps in the bog
To those acrobatic interracial sex circuses of Prague
We thank our progenitor, filthiest Gaia
And graciously await the phallic forestry of Yonia