11_Writing poetry in words that no one can understand.
The monthly collection in November was very late.
I completely forgot and then suddenly remembered that there were less than 10 days left in the year.
What was I like in November… blurry.
Even though there were more enjoyable things than other times
Memories can be so vague…
Why are more painful memories than happy memories?
Although there is an uneasy feeling that it seems to be controlling me more and more,
Like this, I have a ritual (?!) of looking back on the month and writing down something.
I praise myself for making it and practicing it for two years.
I will continue to record now, tomorrow, and next year as well.
I will be especially wary of comfort that holds me back..!
-. Seorae and Haejun often use a translator. The translator is surprisingly smart and helps the two of them communicate. However, it cannot translate what cannot be expressed in words. The love between two people falls apart the moment they say it out loud. Hae-joon asks Seo-rae why she did so much for him. When Seorae says, “Because you said you love me,” he asks, “When did I say I love you?” That’s right. Hae-joon never said ‘I love you’. He just said, ‘It is collapsing.’ He simply practiced his love for her even to the point of completely destroying himself.
by Illustrator Kim Ok Blogger
-.I have to play with sadness today. I also have the sadness of riding on a swing and having to push my back sometimes. There are people who don’t allow their sadness to fester for several months because of a spoonful of memories. “I like you.” Tonight, as I think about the expressions on my ears as they listened to the same white sound, there will probably be three or three shooting stars walking into the eyes of my child or that child’s child who is not yet there.
I need to use my mind as a playground and play with the proud sadness that I used to play with alone. There is a face that becomes a little more transparent every time I think of it, and there is something that becomes familiar like time. The horse speaks to reach the horse. It’s strange to write a poem in words that no one opens, like the envelopes that pile up in the mailbox of an empty house. The sadness that caused me to kick my feet up to a height that was level with the ground is coming back.
Even tonight, when I spit out the word “I love you” like a watermelon seed because I want to hear “I love you too,” the wish I made for the meteor shower does not arrive. It seems like I just passed by the crippled wind that was lying in front of my house. I was thinking about the saying that the Earth does not let go of gravity to hold a single seed. The sad face looking back makes me feel good. that light
I need to push my back. Tonight, the horses that were whipped away strangely come back
-.I gave the bed and fan to my lover and lay down on the floor. Ipchu is just around the corner, but the heat wasn’t the only thing that didn’t go away. The name of an unknown person came to mind several times from my lover’s cell phone left on the floor. I looked for the lottery ticket that I had been putting off checking for no reason, and looked through poetry books written by certain poets with the missing numbers written on them. Before I knew it, the pillowcase on the bed had spit marks like coins. Your cooing voice was blown away by the fan. Now I know that nothing I say will hurt. I was hurt when I realized that no words could hurt anymore.
Like counting sheep, I counted the name of a stranger for a long time. In the dream, two monsters with thorns were hugging each other tightly. The closer their hearts were to each other, the more blood they shed. They filled up the blood that was missing from being pricked by thorns by licking each other’s bodies. When I opened my eyes, my lover and I were lying sideways, looking at different walls, curled up. When I remembered that today was Monday, I left the house. I left the keys behind. My lover said he had plans today, but I was worried about him sleeping in a house without air conditioning. Neither my lover nor I would want to remember this summer.
The boss laughed and asked why he came out so early. When we held hands for the first time that summer, you smiled brightly and noticed that your hands were sweaty too. What kind of euphemistic gesture is it that I came this far without letting go of that hand that keeps slipping? My lover’s cell phone password was still the same day. While I was reflecting on the pillowcase, which must have been too damp to wipe the sweat from my forehead, I found myself dying all day long.
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-.You were the one who said that not being sad is not life, and as you passed between the trees, your fingertips touched.
I want to live my next life in a mess, cry as much as I want and become no one, so even if I regret it, I will never be born again. I hang my clothes on a tree branch and now, to summer, to summer.
It’s scary to say I love you
I know it will destroy me.
by unknown
-.So now, rather than worrying about being impressed often, I decided to just be grateful for that fact and to be moved and praised more often (although this doesn’t mean I’m trying to do it). If someone has the power to criticize, I have the power to admire! With pride.
by Pylog
-.Why did you use the expression ‘hejipda’?
‘Hejipda’ means ‘to scrape, dig up, turn over and scatter’ and ‘to flip or rummage around.’ This term is similar to what I see when I remove paint from a canvas. When I thought about my past method of drawing similar shapes over and over again, I realized that there were similarities with my attitude toward life. I found myself showing cowardice every time I had to make an important decision. This aspect overlaps with the way I spend time poring over and tormenting the picture over and over again. I often think, ‘I wish it was neither this nor that,’ so I make a lot of tautological moves. I am scared that my decision may have been in vain, and I also have doubts that I may not have had deeper emotions or a new way of drawing in the process of making the decision to begin with. It was as if he was pretending to keep rummaging through his empty pockets. Even though I don’t have anything to show, I thought I could show the process of digging into my pockets.
by Naver Design unknown artist
-.I hope that Korean young people will wake up from the trapped ideas about what they should do at a certain age and what position they should be in at a certain age. The younger you are, the brighter the diamond may be. I hope that you can escape from the constraints of not being able to do something because of your age or from the small comforts that your current age gives you.
by Kim Nana