I'm dubbing this genre of poetry "Dear Diary poetry." Its founding mother is Rupi Kaur and it was established in 2014. Some might call it Instagram poetry, others call it modern poetry. Dear Diary poetry is characterized by short poems--some are even only a sentence long--that rely heavily on visual words and don't take much effort, if any effort at all, on the reader's part to discern their meaning. As the name suggests, Dear Diary poetry feels like reading someone's raw journal entries and collection of shower thoughts. It touches on the topic of love, and the lack thereof. It usually follows a formula of one section being dedicated to the person who screwed the author over, scraped straight from the gourd of the author's heart; then tentative rebirth that comes from jarring separation, and the scent of spring on the air; then nirvana, in which the author realizes that the most important type of love is that which is reserved for the self. Fans of refined literature such as the works of Shakespeare will bemoan Dear Diary poetry's supposed lack of intellectual stimulation, heavy reliance on cliches, and its disregard for conventional grammatical structures and capitalization rules. Yet, it manages to find home in people's hearts and shelves because of its unwavering compassion and authenticity.
I gave this poetry collection three stars just because I felt like it got a bit repetitive at times. I don't dislike Instagram poetry as much as others might, but I do wish that there was a bit more mystery involved in the writing, more effort put in to incorporate different visuals. If you're going to talk about the same topics over and over, at least try to dress them up in different metaphors each time, attack them from different angles, ya know? That being said, I think that these poems are relatable and I know I needed the words of authors like Hanson and Kaur back when I felt utterly alone in my aching. They're like a warm hug from a friend, and you know what, sometimes people don't want to feel like they're in school while reading poetry. Sometimes it's nice to have someone say that they love you, and truly understand you and what you're going through.
I'm not sure whether or not I'll read Harmony and Climate, but I will say that this was a nice quick and easy read to make me feel less overwhelmed by my reading challenge, and there were some poems I genuinely loved. Even if they demanded a lot from me, for example:
"you owe it to the world to do those things you've dreamed of
maybe you are meant to be someone's role model or favorite musician
or perhaps you will write the book that changes someone's life
but they will never hear you
if you do not speak up
if you do not become
who you are meant to be"
I'M TRYING, M'KAY?! don't pressure me 🥲
"today i found a hole in the ground
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
today i found a hole in a tree
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
today i found a hole in an apple
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
today i found a hole in my heart
and i thought to myself
someone must have lived there
holes don't make us empty
they make us a home."
What a beautiful perspective to have.
"i author my own chaos then ask why the tempest won’t subside"
Also another beautiful line. I wish there had been more lines like this one in the book.