Poet's Note 005

Part 1

Longing Weather 012
Early evening 015
Synchronized Malmijal 018
nape 020
Twin Sisters' Talk 022
Scene with a trash can 024

Part 2

Dirt Dirt Karaoke 028
Fall 031
Marriage 034
Shadow of the Wind 036
Art Museum Cafeteria 038
Battery Cage 040

Part 3

Soul Body Circle 044
I want to get a tattoo 046
All the Things the Mind Does 048
Ala Moana 050
Bird 052 Obsessed with Birds
The Bed of Birth and the Bed of Death 054
Where I Was 056
Cohabitation with the Visual Spirit 059
How the World of Illusion is Built 062
National Union of Women Who Don't Want to Become a Union 065
It was a Siamese life 068
Confessional Statement Meeting 071
The Far End of Melancholy 074

Part 4

Went to Mongolia 078
Heart of Light 080
All Kinds of Sorrow 082
Astral Projection review 086
Organ Organ Organ 089
The Hen's Scream 092

Part 5

Blink Blink Reincarnation 096
Screaming Wire Cicada 098
Benzodiazepine 100
Endless Ambulance 102
Martyred Trees 104
Kaleidoscope Seraphim Trio 107
Tongue 110
Ocean View 112
Should I start a household? 114
A Million Bones 116

Part 6

princess abandoned 120
Conversation with a Homeless Grandmother Musician 123
Jellyfish House 126
Palm touching cheek 128
Taean Seolwi Seolgyeong Jangeomgu 130
132 Like dancing under the ice
Nothing, but I can't do anything, but 134

Part 7

Welder and Tuner 138
Depression Between Yawning and Stretching 140
The person who is no longer reflected in the mirror 142
The flat world must be walked while inflating 144
White Slaughterhouse White Scissors 147
Can you teach me how to be clean from you? 150
Art is visually centered
Music is centered on hearing
152 About the phenomenon of escaping
Marina and Ulay 155
Title Match with Lover 158
Exercise 160: Getting Out of the Body
Now let me tell you about my house 162

Part 8

I always have a habit of looking into your heart 166
Symphony of Sleeplessness 168
Female Ghost Trauma 170
Did you eat crow meat? 173
The moment I looked back alone 176
Evening Puppet Play 178

Kim Hye-sun's Letter 181
Synchronized Sea Anemone - Translated by Mia You 185

The sword of 'nothingness, death' that constantly, in an instant, splits the center of the lumped world, the life that exists omnipresent within that bassoon.
The laughter in the poem seeks to pierce a hole in the square and hard reality.
Death in life, life in death, the slippage of 'life/death' that is absent but becomes present.
A life of tangled, spreading, and coming together.
Since death is not the end, life is not the beginning either, but is written and sung in the midst of what is ‘not’ and is lifted up (『Kim Hye-soon’s Death Trilogy』).
For him, poetry is the action of 'doing' that is always going towards the low, divided, and small people, towards what is different from me and not me, not some world that can be reached, but rather something that has arrived but was unknown, a response on that journey that is molecular and networked (『Doing Asian Women』).
For the poet, humor is a way of expressing pain through laughter.
Humor is an eye that sees the hole hidden in heavy things.
Anything heavy, anything noble, can be made light and friendly.
This little blade, the Blade of Wit, can cut through anything.
The poet draws a line in the universe where a single drop of water or a single particle is no different from infinity.
A poem's framework that has a mandala-like structure that encompasses both the inside and the outside.
The poet lives in the patterns and waves of lines drawn simultaneously.
This world cannot be interpreted.
The symbol of the world must be pierced through at once.
The subject of poetry must be replaceable by rhythm.
The subject of the poem should be the breathing and pulse of the house.
For him, a poet is someone who gives breathing space to various individuals.
The space moves and floats (『What it means for a woman to write』).
Rhythm is the poet's native language.
As I follow the rhythm and take a sip of the transparent air from the land of the dead, my clothes are stripped away, my age is stripped away, and my gender is stripped away.
The poet immerses time in a land of rhythm where he plays the lion, angel, and non-existent Dang/Sin who flew in from the land of the dead, and Dang/Sin plays 'I', in a game of tying up time, then untying it, and tying it up again.
The rhythm of breathing ‘non-existence’ through existence, the poetry moves in waves in the antagonism between existence and non-existence.
In a world where language is used but where language has disappeared, the poet hears the music of language.
Poetry that draws out riddles from language through waves where words meet (『Women, Poetry』).

In this way, poet Kim Hye-soon breaks down the binary structure in which death is not the end and life is not the beginning, and creates a space where the language of death and femininity coexist through the paradox of existence in absence and life in nothingness.
For him, the sword of death is not a tool to dismantle the world, but a device to split the clumped center and reveal new life.
In poet Kim Hye-sun's poetry, death/absence becomes a passageway that reveals life rather than extinction, and the negation of 'not' calls forth the omnipresence of other possibilities of life.
For the poet, humor is not simply lightness, but a hole that pierces pain and heaviness, breaking down the rigidity of reality and making new sensations possible.
The mandala, as a circular structure that simultaneously embraces the outside and the inside, the center and the periphery, and the recognition that a single particle or drop of water is no different from the entire universe, allows the poetic subject to move beyond 'me' to the living movement of rhythm, breathing, and pulse.
It shows poetry that stubbornly tries to exist within its own rhythm and pattern against the gaze that tries to interpret it.
It connects us by penetrating the incomprehensible world.
Synchronized sea anemones are sensory bodies that sway and undulate in themselves and resonate with other beings, inviting us into the deep sea, a realm where light cannot reach, a deathly space close to the boundary between life and death.
The bottomless sea, however, becomes a place of creation where unique ecosystems, luminescence, and new forms of life are omnipresent, and it slides into a space where we live that which is 'not dead/not life'.
The individual and communal sea anemone, without fixed boundaries or centers, is a being whose individual tentacles come together to react in rhythm, waves, and simultaneity.
The collective swimming, alive yet seemingly dead, dead yet seemingly alive, embodies the concept of 'the middle of nothingness' in a new dimension.
These are mandala-like beings that simultaneously embrace the boundaries of inside and outside, death and life, individual and collective, light and darkness, and they become passages that open a hole in a world that cannot be thought of solely in human language, allowing us to experience the state of 'no'.


Nanda Publishing Company's new poetry collection series, Nanda Poetry.
A collection of poems is called a 'Psalm', and a book ends with a 'letter' from the poet.
With the spirit and sense that everything is a subject of poetry and all words can be expressed in the language of poetry, we pursue diversity, infinity, and maximization.
The catchphrase is “winged poems.”
I think about the heaviness I have to let go of and the lightness I have to have in order to fly.
Isn't it poetry that allows us to fly without wings?
Like love, like hope, it is what allows our hearts to fly without wings.
So, without any commentary or introduction, a vessel is created to capture only the poet's voice.
A poem is translated into English by the best translator and included at the end of the poetry collection.
In this way, I dream of another fun that transcends linguistic boundaries, with our poetry here and our poetry there, the infinite possibilities of what is possible.
Nanda Poems were planned in two forms.
In addition to the general poetry collection, we are also introducing a mini edition called “The Sok,” which can be called “a moment of poetry that fits perfectly in your hand.”
Inspired by the word 'nanda', this portable poetry book is easy to take out and read at any page.
Handcrafted with limited edition art books in mind, 'The Sok' is definitely worth collecting.
The joy of reading and cherishing poetry, the delight of holding a poem and soaking it in.
I hope that the big and small birds of the poem, chirping healthily, will fly to you with powerful wings anytime, anywhere.


When my body sprouts from my body
When my body is the whole world

At what moment did this happen?
I really hope you notice

I am a cheerful synchronized malmizal _「Synchronized Malmizal」 part

A moment of poetry that fits perfectly in your hand
The joy of reading and cherishing poetry, the joy of holding and absorbing poetry.

The poetry collection series will be published by Nanda Publishing on September 5, 2025.
Since it is a collection of poems, it is called a ‘Psalms’, and since the poet’s ‘letter’ is placed at the end of the poetry collection, the series is also called that series.
If you ask me how the lineup of Nanda Poetry will continue, I am cautious in my words because it is a diverse poetic trend that cannot be condensed into a single word.
However, since everything can become the subject of poetry and all words can be expressed in the language of poetry, I dare say with a certain determination that the original intention of giving the poet the freedom to freely hand over the diversity, infinity, and maximization of his spirit and senses was, from the very beginning, as green as the grass in an unfenced meadow.


The catchphrase of Nanda Poetry is “winged poems.”
I wondered what weight we must shed in order to fly.
I thought about what lightness we need to have to fly.
I thought that poetry is what allows us to fly without wings, like the wind or a flower.
I thought that poetry is what allows our hearts to fly without wings, like love and hope.
So, I decided to create a vessel that would solely capture the poet's voice.
The voices of others through commentary or introductions are expected to be as follows.
Since flying means the infinite possibility of floating in the air, I dreamed of another fun thing: that we could transcend linguistic boundaries by moving our poetry here to our poetry there.
If you ask why I included a poem translated into English at the end of the collection,
If you ask why I added the explanation that I found the most qualified translator to enable the poet's poetry to breathe with the same breath as possible, then it is this:


Nanda Poems were planned in two forms.
In addition to the general poetry collection that is guaranteed to be popular, we are also introducing a mini edition called 'The Sok' that adds flexibility as a special bonus.
The moment when poetry fits perfectly in your hand.
Boasting a small size of 7.5×11.5cm and a font size of 9 points, The Sok was designed based on the word 'nanda', and has established its own identity as a portable poetry book that can be taken out anywhere and read at any page.
It is not simply a small edition, but was handcrafted with the intention of being a special art book as a limited edition, so it will be valuable enough to be collected.
The joy of reading and cherishing poetry, the delight of holding a poem and soaking it in.
I hope that the big and small birds of the poem, chirping healthily, will fly to you with powerful wings anytime, anywhere.