The Sun & Her Flowers

I was quite excited about the second book released by Rupi Kaur, but I fear I might have held too high expectations. It was of course still worth reading, and not at all bad, but I also didn’t have the revelation (of sorts) that I had with the first one. Which kind of makes sense. This bok feels more personal though, and as if she’s carrying her heart on her sleeve, which I appreciate.


Book Poetry

Part of the Endless Blog Challenge (week 35). This one worries me a bit, cause I just think “but poetry, I can’t write poetry”. Although, I guess this is technically not writing poetry, but more like the fridge magnets version, so what the hell!


Lost in a good book
first among sequels
thinking, fast and slow
I wish someone were waiting for me somewhere


I’ll give you the sun
half of a yellow sun
a little life
house of leaves

Ok, this was quite fun, I might do more at some point.

Time to gush

Yeah, it’s time to gush! And it’s about a book again. When I ordered salt. from Amazon, they suggested that I might also like this book:


And since I already mentioned the gushing that is about to happen, you will know that they were right. The book consists of short poems – most are just a few lines. This format really appeals to me since I find it much more accessible. And it’s feminist!

I can imagine that the world would be a better place if everyone thought this way before reproducing – “marry the type of man i’d want to raise my son to be like”. Just replace man with person and son with child.


You’re not supposed to start sentences with “I” if you want to write well… or so they say. But look at this:


Ah, these women and their poetry – loving it! (And you don’t have to be a pretentious high culture snob to be able to read it!)

A funny poem and a poor translation

Poetry is not something I consume a lot of. Since it’s so personal, I think you have to invest some time to find the poets/poems that speak to you, or it’s just a waste of time. I’ve raved about Warsan Shire before, and recently read salt., which was also wonderful. But apart from that… meh. I know I should give Emily Dickinson a try, but haven’t yet.

This past weekend I still ended up at a poetry recital. Someone I know was releasing new collections of their poems, and more people were reading. And one of them made me laugh! It’s the first time this happened, so I’m quite excited about it and wanted to share the poem. The problem is, it’s in Dutch. If you’re sensitive to poor translations I suggest you stop reading now, because I will attempt it here.


“DICHTERSRECEPT” by Fiet van Beek

Visit the library
in a medium sized town
a small one is also fine
ask for poetry
or look at eight-hundred something*
count the number of poetry collections
look for your own name.

Since you’re there anyway
walk on to the local bookstore
inquire if they have the book
that you wrote
and where the poems are.

Repeat this as many times
as there are bookstores
in that place.

Go home
write a poem
about under-appreciated talent;
those are the best.

* I assumed this concerns library classification numbering, but I’m not entirely sure…