There’s been a recent phenom on the websphere for some while now, specifically Instagram has given rise, voice, and credence to complete amateur,unskilled and inexperienced ‘poets’ who aren’t. They aren’t true, authentic, real poets, only internet sensationalist ones. Turning the world of poetry into American idol...only in America can this happen.
I’m not hating on these girls individually (authors Lang Leav or Rupi Kaur), or other people who have risen and used instagram fame to carve some name for themselves. They simply hacked and stitched together garbage and got rich off of those who didn't know any better. It's nothing short of miraculous, perhaps pure marketing genius. Yet neither are, they're frauds who have duped others, including Jimmy Fallon himself into thinking she was some sort of literary genius. More like there's a ton of people online who don't know good from bad, whether poetry or wine, good taste and music. They seek and draw near to those who have the ideas, the style, the skills, and the experiences and steal them, reinvent them, etc.
on the It isn't poetry so much as it is words for people too lazy to read, much less comprehend complex poems or the wherewithal to do this. These are poets for the attention starved attention deficit disorderly group who thinks their opinions are weighty, just as weighty as their words...which are fairly anemic.
What I focus my ire on is the sad fact that others think that Lang Leav or Rupi Kaur are actual poets much less gifted ones. They’re not, they’re writers of emo ridden disposable poser poetry. Like Asian Carp introduced into the Great Lakes these internet famous individuals have been translated into real life are shallow and lacking in complexity. They pander to the broken hearted or girls who are pondering that one who got away, the guy who spurned them, or the relationship they might’ve wished had happened. It’s like diary pages vs. poetry, where the reader has to fill in the blanks like some Mad Libs game.
Instagram has no right or authority to legitimize, endorse, give rise and birth to any snowflake wanting to penetrate the vaunted upper echelons of the literary elite.
I could hardly care if 1M followers or more endorse, praise, hype up and extol the virtues of these hackers of the heart.
Rupi Kaur’s work is nothing short of real snoozers. She writes a ton of feminist crap that alienates certain readers, overemphasizes self, and doesn’t take the reader anywhere. Little surprise that anybody out there deigning to call themselves poets are disgusted. I would be too if such beings developed an algorithm to dupe a mass audience into thinking they were all that and a bag of chips.