Literature

What do Drake and Rupi Kaur Have in Common?

Thinking about Kaur and her success reminds me of another young, talented, Canadian artist: Drake. Both Kaur and Drizzy are among the most successful artists in their respective fields, now and of all time. Whether you like them or the genres they operate in or not, chances are you’ve heard of them. And if you look into their numbers, you’d see that their success is not a matter of opinion, it’s a fact. So, objectively speaking, they must be the best, right?

Biking in Our Land

I stopped using the TTC when I discovered that I could bike my way through the city instead. I bike my way now through shadowy neighbourhoods, through the slips and knots of intersections. At the intersection of Bloor and Yonge, I enter the interdimensional shift of this land we call Toronto. Sacred and occupied Anishinaabe land. Sometimes you don’t claim the land, the land claims you.

Rupi Kaur and Instagram Poetry

With the end of 2019 came lists and awards from media outlets about the past ten years in review. Among these was the declaration by The New Republic that Rupi Kaur was their writer of the decade. Kaur, at only twenty-seven years old, is known as an “Instapoet,” and owes much of her success to her highly popular Instagram account where she publishes short poems accompanied by distinct line drawings. Kaur currently has 3.9 million followers, and her posts alternate between coloured photos—often of Kaur herself—and poems made up of black text on a white background. Social media poetry tends to follow a similar structure: aesthetic, brief, and easily digestible.

I, Trust

I, Trust

Shadows slide over the earth, leaving and returning and leaving and descending

Julius Caesar

Julius Caesar

Brutus is the tragic hero of that play. It isn’t Caesar, ‘cause he dies

Incomplete

Incomplete

Do you know that feeling that swells up in your chest, and it kind of feels like gas, but it’s an emotional gas

In Their Small Faces

In Their Small Faces

she would do all she could so that her little coterie of sons would be always, always surrounded by fun, forever alive and ceaselessly in motion

Pompeii Again

Pompeii Again

unattainable the head but / how important a high / hungry sleep

Solipsism, for two

Solipsism, for two

I want to ask you what your water tastes like today: / set my watch to the rising of the sun

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