"We're all performing our bruises"
As the follow up to Milk and Honey, I had low expectations for Rupi Kaur's second book, The Sun and Her Flowers. Having existed in the poetry community, I am familiar with the conflicting opinions about Kaur and her poetry. "Too simple," some say. "Fake deep," others say, rolling their eyes. Parodies sprung up across the internet, poking fun at Kaur's short, loaded style.
Endpoint is a fitting conclusion to the poetry collections John Updike published over the course of this prolific writer's life. And it's all the more poignant because the author was assembling this collection in the weeks preceding his death from lung cancer in January 2009.