{"id":8096,"date":"2020-02-05T09:49:27","date_gmt":"2020-02-05T15:49:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=8096"},"modified":"2020-02-05T09:49:27","modified_gmt":"2020-02-05T15:49:27","slug":"when-the-world-didnt-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/02\/05\/when-the-world-didnt-end\/","title":{"rendered":"when the world didn&#8217;t end"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>when the world didn\u2019t end<\/em>\u00a0by Caroline Kaufman is a poetic book full of deep thoughts the break and then mend your heart. When I got this book,\u00a0I was drawn in by the title. It told me that the poems inside would somehow tell a story about healing. We all know the pain that feels like everything is over, the moment I read the title, I knew this was going to\u00a0put that pain into words and go beyond. The poetry is a journey toward strength\u00a0and acceptance of one\u2019s self and past.<\/p>\n<p>The book is separated into three parts:\u00a0<i>what was<\/i>,\u00a0<i>what could have been<\/i>, and\u00a0<i>what became.\u00a0<\/i>The author chooses not to use capitalization in most of her titles; I find this interesting, as I could not quite find the reasoning behind this choice, but I also found it satisfying to look at. It also made all the problems she wrote about seem small in a way. I was fully aware of the seriousness of the content, but perhaps the point was that\u00a0all problems are small once you get passed them.<\/p>\n<p><i>what was<\/i><\/p>\n<p>This part of the book was the capturing of suffering. She discusses rape, heartbreak, depression, self-harm, coming of age, the struggle with sexuality, body dysmorphia, insecurities, peer-pressure, and how\u00a0you lose yourself\u00a0in the midst of\u00a0all these things. Below are some of my favorite quotes from this section of the book.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSurvival was the only outcome we weren\u2019t prepared for.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe universe is infinite, and still, I occupy too much of it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI made a career out of never letting go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re getting good at remembering to say\u00a0<i>just kidding<\/i>\u00a0at the end of every self-deprecating joke.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>what could have been<\/i><\/p>\n<p>This portion of the book is more of the \u201cwhat if\u2019s\u201d thoughts. What if that person had loved me back? What if I was never depressed? What if\u00a0I was smarter? What if I chose better people to surround myself with? What if I never read poetry? What if I never became a writer? What if?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaybe I will not focus on the complicated at all.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou are not a gentle tune. You are not a lullaby no matter how many times I fall asleep thinking of you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I tell you I am passionate, I mean that I am suffering.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i>what became<\/i><\/p>\n<p>The last part of the book is all about healing. This captures\u00a0the soul of accepting that you can\u2019t change the cards you\u2019ve been dealt,\u00a0but you can embrace them. You can turn them into something beautiful, and you can grow from them. The story doesn\u2019t end with your pain.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSometimes I\u2019ve found that loss can be a synonym for growth.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt is hard to forgive without an apology, but I am trying to do it anyway. Not because you deserve the forgiveness, but because I deserve to move on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am not the house cat- I am the lioness. And If you try to cross me? I will not hesitate to bite you back.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs this longing for the childhood I can never get back? Or is this hope for the person I\u00a0will become?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Kaufman captured her journey in a painfully beautiful and relatable way. I would love to ask her\u00a0questions about her easily appreciated unique formatting. Her strange and whimsical ideas to depict emotions and carry out her story are\u00a0far-fetched and heart-wrenching at the same time. I deeply\u00a0recommend her work to any modern poetry lover.<\/p>\n<p>Last Poem:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cevery minute I have on this earth<\/p>\n<p>is borrowed time.<\/p>\n<p>I fought for it,<\/p>\n<p>almost died for it,<\/p>\n<p>and won it back.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I deserve to spend it<\/p>\n<p>doing what I love.<\/p>\n<p>I deserve to spend it<\/p>\n<p>with the people I love.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>and most of all,<\/p>\n<p>I deserve to spend it<\/p>\n<p>loving myself.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Yes,\u00a0you do Caroline Kaufman. In fact, we all do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>when the world didn\u2019t end\u00a0by Caroline Kaufman is a poetic book full of deep thoughts the break and then mend your heart. When I got this book,\u00a0I was drawn in by the title. It told me that the poems inside would somehow tell a story about healing. We all know the pain that feels like &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/02\/05\/when-the-world-didnt-end\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;when the world didn&#8217;t end&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":35,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8096"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/35"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8096"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8096\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8193,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8096\/revisions\/8193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8096"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8096"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8096"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}