ru pi   ka ur

4 ottobre 1992
queen of the 'instapoets'
https://rupikaur.com
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your mother
is in the habit of
offering more love
than you can cary
your father is absent
you are a war
the border between two countries
the collateral damage
the paradox that joins the two
but also splits them apart
pag 32  - rupi kaur

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sometimes
the apology
never comes
when it is wanted
and when it comes
it is neither wanted
nor needed
you are too late -  pag 163 - rupi kaur

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sei nata con la debolezza di
cadere
sei nata anche con la forza di
rialzarti

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magari non sei stato il mio primo amore
ma sei stato l'amore che ha reso
tutti gli altri amori
marginali

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non voglio averti
per riempire i vuoti in me
voglio essere piena già di mio
voglio essere così completa
da poter illuminare una città intera
e dopo
voglio averti
perché noi due messi insieme
potremmo incendiarla

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nulla è più sicuro
del suono di te
che mi leggi qualcosa
- l'appuntamento perfetto

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in giorni
come questo
ho bisogno che tu
mi passi le dita
fra i capelli
e parli piano
- tu

pag 72  - rupi kaur

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fall

in love

with your solitude

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you cannot leave
and have me too
i cannot exist in
two places at once
when you ask if we can still be friends - rupi kaur

fb/rk - 28.11.2018

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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. 

fb/rk -12.9.2019

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milk and honey

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

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7 years ago today i self-published ‘milk and honey’ while starting my last year in university.
prior to this i was trying to get my poems published in anthologies, literary magazines, and journals. but they weren’t being accepted so i stopped trying. i was writing about my experiences as a young punjabi sikh girl coming of age and i was pretty sure the people making decisions on what gets published didn’t understand that perspective. i also realized that my readers probably weren’t even reading those anthologies and magazines in the first place. so that wasn’t how i’d connect with them.
i then self-published with the support of my friends. i expected to sell some copies, graduate, and move on. but the universe had other plans. wherever i went to perform i brought a box of books with me and a sibling to help. while i performed my younger sisters hand sold copies. you bought so many and spread the word so hard it caught the attention of publishers. they were like “what the heck is this self-published book doing showing up on our bestsellers lists and how the heck is it poetry?!?”.
at that point ‘milk and honey’ got picked up by a publisher. spent over 100 weeks on the new york times bestsellers list and sold millions of copies. i would’ve never guessed in a million trillion bajillion years any of this would happen. i still don’t believe any of this is actually real. ashton kutcher is probably about to pop out of nowhere and scream “punked!”. growing up as a first generation immigrant in a working class community.... i didn’t dare dream this. i grew up worrying about how to find enough security to one day take care of my parents. the way they took care of me- even when they had nothing.
this book changed my life. you changed my life. thank you to the universe and beyond ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
fb/rk - 14.11.2021
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over the last few months parts of texas and oregon have banned or attempted to ban ‘milk and honey’ from schools and libraries.    why ?    because it explores sexual assault and violence experienced by a young woman . the banning of ‘milk and honey’ along with an ever growing list of literature is dangerously terrifying. banning books is the banning of culture and experiences for everybody ...
fb/rk - 22.4.2022  - facebook.com/watch

voglio scusarmi con tutte le donne
che ho definito belle
prima di definirle intelligenti o coraggiose
scusate se ho fatto figurare
le vostre semplicissime qualità innate
come le prime di cui andar fiere quando il vostro
spirito ha sbriciolato montagne
d’ora in poi dirò cose come
siete resilienti o siete straordinarie
non perché non vi ritenga belle
ma perché siete ben più di questo

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so che è difficile
credimi
so che sembra che
non ci sia un domani
e che l'oggi sia il giorno
più difficile da passare
ma ti garantisco che lo passerai
passerà il dolore
come sempre
se gli dai tempo e glielo
permetti e allora lascialo andare
via
piano
come una promessa infranta
lascia andare

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se non basti e te stessa

non basterai mai a qualcun altro

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tu sei il vago confine
tra la fede
e la cieca attesa

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sboccia magnificamente

pericolosamente

rumorosamente

sboccia dolcemente

o come vuoi

ma sboccia

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 it takes grace
to remain kind
in cruel situations

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the thing about having
an alcoholic parent
is an alcoholic parent
does not exist.
simply
an alcoholic
who could not stay sober
long enough to raise their kids

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your name is

the strongest

positive and negative

connotation in any language

it either lights me up or

leaves me aching for days

pag 67  -rupi kaur

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you must
want to spend
the rest of your life
with yourself
first

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l'amore verrà
e quando l'amore verrà
l'amore ti stringerà
l'amore ti chiamerà per nome
e ti squaglierai
talvolta però
l'amore ti farà male ma
l'amore non lo farà mai apposta
l'amore non farà giochetti
perché l'amore sa che la vita
è stata già abbastanza dura

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il guarire
devi instaurare una relazione
con te stessa
prima di chiunque alto

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voglio restare tanto
radicata al suolo che
queste lacrime
queste mani
questi piedi
affondano
- per terra

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mi guardi e gridi
mi fa male tutto
ti stringo e bisbiglio
ma tutto può guarire

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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 .
stephanie pak - arcadia magazine - fb/rk 17.10.2018

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Kaur was born into a Sikh family in Punjab, India. She immigrated to Canada with her parents when she was four years old. Unable to speak English with other children at her school, Kaur was inspired by her mother to draw and paint. She would write poems to her friends on their birthdays and messages to her middle school crushes. She attended Turner Fenton Secondary School.
Kaur studied rhetoric and professional writing at the University of Waterloo. Later, she and her family moved to Brampton.   She currently resides in Toronto, Ontario.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rupi_Kaur  -   illibraio.it/rupi-kaur
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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.
redazione elle.com - 2018

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 ...
Milk and honey è diviso in quattro parti o fasi  :  the hurting-il ferire, the loving-l’amare, the breaking-lo spezzare, the healing-il guarire.
mio padre una volta mi ha detto che il miele è l’unica cosa che non muore. non importa da quanto tempo è in quel barattolo, dieci anni o cento, il miele, nel suo stato naturale e grezzo, vive per sempre, e penso che sia semplicemente la cosa più bella ...

www.tropismi.it/rupi-kaur-parole-di-miele

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trovi che il messaggio della poesia sia potenziato o annacquato dal mezzo social network ?
La questione si può vedere da due punti di vista del tutto diversi. Da una parte i social network potenziano immensamente il messaggio, non credo che - almeno dove vivo io, in Canada - la comunità letteraria sarebbe disposta ad apprezzare un libro come il mio milk and honey, perché non lo sente come proprio.    È un libro che non ha nulla di canadese, arriva da una giovane immigrata dalla pelle marrone e quindi passerebbe sotto silenzio se non avesse dalla sua parte la forza dei social network.     D’altro canto i social non sono il luogo d’elezione della comunità di chi fa letteratura:  si parla di Instapoets infatti, con un tono un po’ dispregiativo.    Il mio sforzo quindi sin dall’inizio è stato bilanciare queste due forze:   far accettare la mia poesia dalla comunità degli addetti ai lavori e degli scrittori e al tempo stesso diffonderla tra il grande pubblico attraverso i nuovi media .
www.mangialibri.com/interviste/intervista-rupi-kaur

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.
www.famousbirthdays.com/people/rupi-kaur.html
www.thoughtco.com/5-surprising-facts-about-rupi-kaur

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 .
shannon carlin - www.rollingstone.com/meet-rupi-kaur-queen-of-the-instapoets

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 .
marta traverso - mangialibri.com - 2019

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- listed in the BBC 100 Women in 2017

- 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  - wikipedia.org

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the sun and her flowers
il sole e i suoi fiori

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.

la repubblica

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being an immigrant is a funny little thing.    i’ve 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.
at school i tried so badly to be like every other western kid.   but given the strictness i lived with- that wasn’t easy.    whether at home or school it felt like i was always losing.    it was impossible to fit into either of these places completely.    which left me feeling like an outcast in both.
when i stepped into my early twenties and finally had some agency i eventually embraced my immigrant history.     it's something many of us go through.    and i laughed to myself when i realized something: i feel so brown when i’m in canada. so brown. because that automatically sets me apart here - and hardly ever for the right reasons. and then i go back to punjab. and holyyyyyyyy mother.    i feel so godamn canadian.    when we’re hanging out in the village and there’s water buffalo and chickens roaming around our front yard - i forget my brownness for a second (cause big whoop- over there everyone is brown and busy dealing with greater oppressive forces).    and that’s how i came to write this poem.    i realized that being an immigrant feels like being a bridge between both countries.     i can’t fully step into and just belong to one.   i’m somewhere in the middle.   being an immigrant is being the bridge between the last generation and the next.   and damn.    that’s a beautiful thing.
#thesunandherflowers

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the making of my illustrations from beginning to end : first i make a rough sketch of what comes to mind when i read the poem . then i illustrate the drawing on adobe illustrator using the trackpad on my laptop . yes i know there are better tools out there 🙃🙃🙃 believe me i’ve tried allllll the fancy digital pens and hated the feeling cause i’ve been doing it this way since 2013 😂 i think i gotta stick with it .
fb/rk - 10.8.2020

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they have no idea what it's like
to lose home at the risk of
never finding home again
to have your entire life
split between two lands and
become the bridge between two countries
. immigrant - rupi kaur
fb/rk - 14.1.2019

what good am i

 if i do not fill the plates

of the ones who fed me

but fill the plates of strangers
family first - rupi kaur

fb/k - 27.9.2019

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                     this is the recipe of life

                     said my mother
                     as she held me in her arms as i wept
                     think of those flowers you plant
                     in the garden each year
                     they will teach you
                     that people too
                     must wilt
                     fall
                     root
                     rise
                     in order to bloom

fb/rk - 4.8.2020

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ora
non è il momento
di tacere
nè di farsi spazio
visto che di spazio non ne abbiamo avuto
ora
è il momento
di essere sfacciati
fare tutto il rumore che ci serve
per farci sentire

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non piango per infelicità
piango perchè pur avendo tutto
sono infelice
pag 98

stiamo morendo
fin da quando siamo qui
scordando di goderci il panorama
vivere appieno - pag 82

eri mio
e la mia vita era piena
non sei più mio
e la mia vita
è piena
pag 83

hai portato il sole con te
andandotene
pag 35

ho teso la mano verso l'ultimo mazzo di fiori
che mi hai regalato
e che ora appassivano nel vaso
uno
a
uno
li ho decapitati
e mangiati
pag 15

 
stamattina
ho detto ai fiori
cosa farei per te
e sono sbocciati
pag 176

abbandonare la sua terra
non fu facile per mia madre
ancora la sorprendo a cercarla
nei film stranieri
e nel reparto cibi esotici
pag 123

quando nevica
bramo l'erba
quando cresce l'erba
la calpesto
quando le foglie cambiano colore
imploro fiori
quando sbocciano fiori
li colgo
. ingrata - pag 74

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when snow falls i long for grass
when grass grows i walk all over it
when leaves change color i beg for flowers
when flowers bloom i pick them

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cosa c'è di più forte
del cuore umano
che si schianta di continuo
e ancora vive

what is stronger than the human heart

which shatters over and over and still lives

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VIDEO

facebook.com/watch  - facebook.com/rupikaurpoetry/videos  -   rupi kaur on her process in creating illustrations for her poems

facebook.com/unitednationshumanrights  -  fightracism 2019
facebook.com/rupikaurpoetry  -  rupi kaur performs the poem fingers from her book the sun and her flowers

https://youtu.be/RlToQQfSlLA   -  i'm taking my body back
https://youtu.be/UtS9faxf_5E  -  intervista - 2018

facebook.com/WEmovement/videos  -  we  -  2019

facebook.com/rupikaurpoetry/videos  - facebook.com/rupikaurpoetry/video - fb/rk -  rupi kaur live - intervista -  2021

 
    
https://youtu.be/EHkFFA5iGlc  -  rupi kaur reads timeless from her poetry collection the sun and her flowers

facebook.com/jagmeetndp/videos - intervista - 2019

facebook.com/rupikaurpoetry/video  -  fb/rk -  covid crisis in india - 2021

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

BOOKS

amazon.it
www.theguardian.com/books/rupi-kaur-milk-and-honey  -  www.citynow.it/milk-and-honey-rupi-kaur

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home body
Rupi Kaur constantly embraces growth, and in home body, she walks readers through a reflective and intimate journey visiting the past, the present, and the potential of the self. home body is a collection of raw, honest conversations with oneself – reminding readers to fill up on love, acceptance, community, family, and embrace change. Illustrated by the author, themes of nature and nurture, light and dark, rest here.
rupikaur.com - 2020

In home body, Rupi Kaur accompagna i lettori in un viaggio intimo e profondo dentro di sé che ripercorre il passato, si sofferma sul presente e guarda al futuro. Riflettendo su se stessa, ricorda ai lettori di abbracciare il cambiamento, riempiendo ogni giorno la vita di amore, accettazione, comunità, famiglia. Anche attraverso magnifiche illustrazioni, affronta i temi della natura e dell'educazione, della luce e dell'oscurità .
illibraio.it - 2020

‘home body’ is a love letter to the self .
i began writing this book at a time i felt completely lost in both my inner and outer world .   ‘home body’ is about what broke my heart. and what put it back together .  i wrote while fighting a difficult battle with depression and anxiety. i wrote while getting help .  i wrote while getting better. i wrote on days i couldn’t make it out of bed .   on days i rejoiced in the company of friends .  i wrote when i hurt .   and when i cried .  i wrote when i found laughter again. i wrote about the support of sisters. i wrote when the world burned from the fires of injustice .  i wrote about the hope given to me by community .   i wrote when i saw my parents getting tossed out by a world that valued them solely for the labor they produced .   i wrote about honoring my mind and body so i could wake up and help build a world that serves all people .   ‘home body’ is how i learned to thunder .  roar .  and shine .
fb/rk - 14.9.2020

...  i hope when this little piece of my heart falls into your hands it meets you where you’re at .   of course i’m nervous .   of course i can’t wait to hear what you think !!!   but mostly i’m grateful to share my heart and art with you ...
fb/rk - 17.11.2020

...  abuse is complicated .    talking about it is hard .    so when we're having these conversations in our daily lives let's do more listening - and less talking at survivors .

fb/rk - 25.11.2020

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this is what depression feels like .   the suffocation .   the feeling frozen .   stuck .    trapped in the suffering of your own mind .    it’s like no matter how far you run and you run and you run to escape this room - there’s no way out .    there’s no end to it .    you never hit a wall .   or find a window .   or a light switch .    it’s vast and all encompassing .
this is the opening poem in home body - an introduction to what the first chapter - ‘mind’ beholds .   don’t worry - by the end of the book we do escape this room and find ourselves standing beneath the sun #homebody ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ thank you to everyone who’s read the book and gone on this journey with me 🥺♥️ it’s the honour of my life

i'm in the darkest room of my life
  - rupi kaur

fb/k - 22.2.2021

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i will never have
this version of me again
let me slow down
and be with her
always evolving    - rupi kaur

 ... while writing it ... i realized if i didn’t learn to enjoy who i was in the present - i wouldn’t know how enjoy who i was in the future. ...
fb/rk - 25.2.2021

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what we lived through is living in us .    lying beneath muscle and skin .     sitting atop bones .   there is no running away from the stories our bodies are carrying .    there is only walking through what’s living within us .     and i am going and going and going into the depths of my #homebody .

what we lived through
is living in us
fb/rk - 4.3.2021

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... i have learned to prioritize my mental health after years of neglecting it .   i am so worthy of joy .    i am so honoured that i get to use the privileges i now have to help my family and give them the comfort they never ever got to feel ...
fb/rk - 15.6.2021

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2022 - https://rupikaur.com/pages/sisterhood-of-the-traveling-book
facebook.com/watch
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i won't let go cause
being alone hurts more
than chasing someone who's left
but if you've left
aren't i already alone
and surviving it
- rupi kaur

there is
nothing left
to worry about
the sun and her flowers are here
- rupi kaur

bees came for honey
flowers giggled as they
undressed themselves
for the taking
the sun smiled
the second birth -rupi kaur

the sun and her flowers

trust your body
it reacts to right and wrong
better than your mind does
it is speaking to you - rupi kaur
pag 212 the sun and the flowers

 
you might not have been my first love
but you were the love that made
all the other loves
irrelevant
- rupi kaur

let it go
let it leave
let it happen
nothing
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you
anyway
all you own is yourself - rupi kaur

perhaps i don't deserve
nice things cause i am
paying for sins i don't
remember
- rupi kaur

like the rainbow
after the rain
joy will reveal itself
after sorrow
16.11.2018 - twitter 

it isn't what we left behind
that breaks me
its what we could've built
had we stayed

- rupi kaur

i felt like you threw me

so far from myself

i've been trying to find my way back

ever since

. been feeling a deep melancholy

these past few weeks that’s been hard to shake off 

- rupi kaur

fb/rk - 1.9.2020

social
today on #worldmentalhealthday i reflect on my own experiences with anxiety and depression.
it is the most difficult thing i’ve gone through. i reflect on the experiences of my parents and friends. i’ve seen how their lives and minds can deteriorate without proper care. many of us come from communities where “mental health” doesn’t exist and we are told depression can be cured with positive thinking and by keeping your head up. our experiences are intersectional so it’s impossible for me to encapsulate all my thoughts in one caption but i want to say: even when you feel most alone. especially when you feel most alone. you must remember we are right here with you. reach out to friends and family. friends and family i need you to reach out to those who you think are suffering and let them know you are on standby for support. to listen and let them be heard. together we can teach each other. and overcome diseases that are now one of the leading causes of death in our world.
sending all my love and light to you my beautiful people.
- rupi

yesterday when i woke up the sun fell to the ground and rolled away flowers beheaded themselves all that's left alive here is me and i barely feel like living . depression is a shadow living inside me - rupi kaur fb/rk - 11.10.2018

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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
cecilia capurso - secolo-trentino.com - 2019

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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.

p.s.    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.
fb/rk - 16.11.2018

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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 .
fb/rk - 31.12.2018

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#repost @rupikaur_
・・・  when i first saw @alexgarantart‘s art i lost my breath a little.    her work was alien.     yet human.     otherworldly.    but also from this world.     in life we all work so hard to appear well put together. both scared and ashamed to share the demons which haunt us.   but below the surface.    below our many masks.    aren’t we all just a beautiful mess.    a startling wreck.     this is the us that we are all working so hard to hide from each other.      this photograph that my sister @bsinghh took of me years ago was taken at a time when i only understood the world in simple ways. with my two eyes i thought that most things in this life would make sense.     and now - i don’t even recognize that girl anymore.      i have shed a thousand skins since that photo.      i have lost and found myself countless times.     and only now am i getting comfortable in the constant uncertainty and unfamiliarilty that is life.     i can finally accept that this life will be anything but simple.     and that’s absolutely okay.     in fact it’s beautiful.     there will still be joy.    there will still be light.     there will be everything.     and the only way to live this life fully is to surrender to its uncontrollable nature.    now i can see that.     now i have 8 eyes.     thank you @alexgarantart for capturing that.
fb/alexgarantart -  5.9.2019

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 begins
fb/rupi kaur 31.10.2019

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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 😌  .
fb/rk - 11.11.2019

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i am of the earth
and to the earth i shall return once more
life and death are old friends
and i am the conversation between them
i am their late-night chatter
their laughter and tears
what is thee to be afraid of
if i am the gift they give to each other
this place never belonged to me anyway
i have always been theirs
- rupi kaur - 29.1.2020

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you do not just wake up and become the butterfly
growth is a process - rupi kaur

one thing i’ve learned about myself during quarantine is how impatient i am. i struggle with sitting still. i struggle with waiting. whatever i set out to do - i want the result right away - which of course is impossible because nothing comes easy and quick. i struggle to sit down day after day and do the repetitive and tedious work of writing a book. the process is mentally and emotionally challenging. over the past 7 months i’ve had to become friends with patience in order to finish writing book 3. and do you wanna know how i feel about it now that i’m done? i realize the fun part wasn’t finishing it. i was focused on the wrong thing this whole time. i thought the end result of all my hard work was the award. but the award was having the privilege to do work. excuse my corniness 😂 but some things just gotta be corny. this whole time- the fun part- was doing the patient work of writing every single day whether i wanted to or not. finishing was actually underwhelming. the exciting. brilliant. wonderful part was waking up and not knowing what was going to happen. would i spend the day writing stuff i loved? would i spend it anxious and crying ? would i struggle? break down? relax? go see friends? who knowsssssssss. every day was a mystery and turned out to be the opposite of what i expected. and that’s the journey. that’s living. the end result will happen as long as i do the everyday work. and life kindly humbles me about that every time i forget 😂♥️
fb/rk - 4.9.2020

RUPI KAUR LIVE - A NEW ROAD
fb/rk -  9.4.2021

facebook.com/rupikaurpoetry/videos -  screen-printing is an escape  -    serigrafia - 2021

sometimes it’s so loud in there i can’t hear anything other than the sound of my mind racing and my heart pounding out of my chest.
fb/rk - 11.10.2021

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it isn't blood that makes you my sister
it's how you understand my heart
as though you carry it
in your body
- rupi kaur 

fb/rk world tour - 13.4.2022

i’ve been on the road for only a week and feel like it’s all going so fast that i already miss it !!!!    but this morning i had to pull myself out of that thought cause it was taking me away from the present moment.    i had to remind myself that i’m here !!!    it’s only the beginning !!    it’s happening. and there’s sooooo many months left to go why am i already grieving the end when i could be here right now !!!!!!    and  !!  enjoy !!! every !!!   moment !!!!  ❤️ as i was rehearsing this morning for tonight’s show this poem reminded me to be present 🌸:
fb/rk - 12.5.2022

i get so lost
in where i want to go
i forget that the place i'm in
is already quite magical
- rupi kaur
home body

AMAZZONIA

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.
above all — i’m heartbroken for the indigenous peoples of the amazon whose voices have been continuously silenced.
my heart shatters when i think of the ways we are wrecking our home. i’m sending support to all the environmental warriors and activists working tirelessly to build a true intersectional climate justice movement.
it’s 2019 — it’s our duty to vote out any politician who doesn’t think climate justice is a priority. it’s our duty to take matters into our own hands. to make the change they won’t. we don’t have much time left.
fb/rk - 26.8.2019

look at what they've done
the earth cried to the moon
they've turned me into one entire bruise
green and blue - rupi kaur

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il modo in cui ti ami è il modo in cui insegni agli altri ad amarti

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anche se le si separa

finiscono per riunirsi

non si possono separare gli amanti

per quanto

le strappi con la pinzetta

le mie sopracciglia trovano

sempre la strada

per stare insieme

. monosopracciglio

the sun and her flowers - il sole e i suoi fiori - pag 217

4 ottobre -  auguri !

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