We close our eyes when we kiss
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Book Introduction
- A word from MD
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If we become each other's love, if we become poetryA poetry collection that will reveal our purest and most innocent faces today.
In each poem that contains love, people, poetry, and stories, there is still you, the one I love.
There is a child of yours hidden behind the walls of time.
When you find yourself wondering why love is so inevitable, you may find the answer in this book.
December 20, 2022. Novel/Poetry PD Park Hyung-wook
“You are a person who has met with poetry and orthodoxy.
A person who is pierced by poetry.
“Your words make me want to spin around like a top.” _Park Yeon-jun (poet)
The dazzling effect of the most transparent part of the work,
A clean and bright world of death and love
Poet Go Myeong-jae, who debuted (2020 Chosun Ilbo New Year’s Literary Contest) with the praise that “he has vividly portrayed the moments when despair and hope intertwine in our lives,” is publishing his first poetry collection as the 184th in the Munhakdongne Poet Selection.
In his acceptance speech, the poet said, “Everything we love disappears, but the stories remain.
The body becomes love.
“I think I now know that even if that story and that love melt away with time, the dazzling fact that we were together is enough,” he said.
This profound feeling about ‘disappearance/death’, ‘body/person’, and ‘story/poetry’ is layered throughout the 43 psalms.
And there is love, love.
As can be guessed from the fact that the poems are divided into subtitles such as ‘Love is not a sport to be overcome like track and field’, ‘Tread on tangerines and let love light up each compartment’, and ‘I love the calf inside me that wakes up from sleep and cries’, the keyword that runs through the world of poet Goh Myeong-jae’s poetry is definitely ‘love’.
A person who is pierced by poetry.
“Your words make me want to spin around like a top.” _Park Yeon-jun (poet)
The dazzling effect of the most transparent part of the work,
A clean and bright world of death and love
Poet Go Myeong-jae, who debuted (2020 Chosun Ilbo New Year’s Literary Contest) with the praise that “he has vividly portrayed the moments when despair and hope intertwine in our lives,” is publishing his first poetry collection as the 184th in the Munhakdongne Poet Selection.
In his acceptance speech, the poet said, “Everything we love disappears, but the stories remain.
The body becomes love.
“I think I now know that even if that story and that love melt away with time, the dazzling fact that we were together is enough,” he said.
This profound feeling about ‘disappearance/death’, ‘body/person’, and ‘story/poetry’ is layered throughout the 43 psalms.
And there is love, love.
As can be guessed from the fact that the poems are divided into subtitles such as ‘Love is not a sport to be overcome like track and field’, ‘Tread on tangerines and let love light up each compartment’, and ‘I love the calf inside me that wakes up from sleep and cries’, the keyword that runs through the world of poet Goh Myeong-jae’s poetry is definitely ‘love’.
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Poet's words
Part 1 Love is not a sport like track and field where you have to get ahead.
Cheongjin/ Suyuk/ Hwan/ Write the difference between beauty and difference/ Why did you come to this house/ When we kiss, you close your eyes/ After Ford/ He burns you and tries to lick the fire/ Tteum/ Sun/ Poetry and lips/ Why do you rise when the submarine sinks/ Yeonyuk/ As if the mideoduk asks for more beauty/ Pastry
Part 2: Step on the tangerines and let love light up the room
Soap/ Korean set meal/ Rice cakes were hanging yesterday too/ Seventy/ Cricket/ Two/ Our broken name comes from crying/ Soboro/ North/ Water skipping/ In summer, toads pour down/ Roof/ It's nice to see grandma reflected when mom sleeps/ You have to give love, not turn on the water
Part 3 I love the calf inside me that wakes up crying
I'm serious about unpopular sports/ Calf/ Weight/ Viking/ Oranges will ripen well in such a country/ Kim Dae-seong, who lives in Gyeongju/ Yellow/ Back/ Green/ Bird in between/ Purple/ We become braver as the temperature gets lower/ Cold/ Freestyle
Preface | The Sad Speed of Crazy Words - Park Yeon-jun (poet)
Part 1 Love is not a sport like track and field where you have to get ahead.
Cheongjin/ Suyuk/ Hwan/ Write the difference between beauty and difference/ Why did you come to this house/ When we kiss, you close your eyes/ After Ford/ He burns you and tries to lick the fire/ Tteum/ Sun/ Poetry and lips/ Why do you rise when the submarine sinks/ Yeonyuk/ As if the mideoduk asks for more beauty/ Pastry
Part 2: Step on the tangerines and let love light up the room
Soap/ Korean set meal/ Rice cakes were hanging yesterday too/ Seventy/ Cricket/ Two/ Our broken name comes from crying/ Soboro/ North/ Water skipping/ In summer, toads pour down/ Roof/ It's nice to see grandma reflected when mom sleeps/ You have to give love, not turn on the water
Part 3 I love the calf inside me that wakes up crying
I'm serious about unpopular sports/ Calf/ Weight/ Viking/ Oranges will ripen well in such a country/ Kim Dae-seong, who lives in Gyeongju/ Yellow/ Back/ Green/ Bird in between/ Purple/ We become braver as the temperature gets lower/ Cold/ Freestyle
Preface | The Sad Speed of Crazy Words - Park Yeon-jun (poet)
Into the book
At that time, when I bit into the bread, I saw a wheat field
Then I licked the salt and spread out into the East Sea
At that time, I read a poem and my forehead became pierced.
It could have existed from then on
And sometimes you shake the window
The person who lived then now lives in the chest
So sometimes I hold my chest while brushing my teeth
At that time, I become a being beyond a person.
---From "Soboro"
The most transparent part becomes the poem
We close our eyes when we kiss
The future is bright
The dogs' hearts grow bigger at the sound of their feet crunching in the snow.
That's the interval when a stranger comes
The front door is the lip of the house, when you ring the bell
The world comes instead of flapping wings
---From "Closing Our Eyes When We Kiss"
The old mother puts pork belly in a steamer and scatters bay leaves evenly. When evening comes, she opens the steamer and looks inside. It's done. She cleans the knife, spreads out the cutting board, and quietly holds the steaming meat. She cuts the rainbow, which has lost all its color, into pieces, dips it in soy sauce, and chews and swallows it. Keep your mouth shut about the dead, for seven colors sparkle in your mouth.
---From "Suyuk"
The beauty of a lotus isn't the wind, the sway, or the sway of a spring, but the feeling of being connected to something higher. My mother, who raised me, listened only to classical music. Even now, when I hear a sonata, my left finger shakes off the dew and rises like a dove. I'm half free, half future, half stepmother. I'm happy, so your black hair grows. I'm lying under a giant eucalyptus tree, calling to say I'm doing well. What about love? Love is asleep next to me.
---From "Cheongjin"
You are fire and a flower. Whenever I wanted to die, I walked alone through the endless forest. You are the forest. It is daytime, but it is night. You are water, fire, and alcohol. Do not hesitate to find freedom anywhere. People call it rhythm. Eating light and burning green is called a plant.
---From "Writing Beauty and Difference"
One scholar named moths the aristocrats of silence, the shields of the night, and the blankets of darkness. He said this after observing moths his whole life. People usually think that moths like light and cling to the light source, but in fact, moths hate light. They are just elegant and serious. From the perspective of darkness, light is a hole in the night, and they throw their whole bodies to fill that noisy pit of light. For time to sufficiently mourn, For the dignity of existence and soft dreams, For silence, For the wounded heart and gaping mouth, They willingly fly to that distant time and cover the wounds of the night with their wings.
---From "Yesterday, Rice Cakes Were Hanging"
Our broken name came from crying
Like a peepy, a meow, or a silver birch tree
Or in front of a grave with your mouth open and saying, "Mom?"
Prickly heat spreads like gasoline when you throw away a letter
I bury my mother and chew rice cakes with my grandmother.
(…)
I combed that child's hair with camellia oil
With black hair flowing like noodles
He was always so calm and alone.
So I had no idea he was sick
This is why my mother scattered like a sound
---From "Our Unfolded Name Came from Crying"
When the rich bean soup soaks my upper lip, Mom smiles and bites the noodles with her front teeth. I want to be like you, too. What do you say? I want to be like you, too. I want to eat noodles side by side with Mom. I need to give love. I need to light the water. I need to light the lamp. I want to stick my nose sensitively into chrysanthemums. In my next life, I want to run a flower shop or something. When I live fearlessly, when the rain stops and the clouds part, Mom and I slurp down particles of bright yellow light.
Then I licked the salt and spread out into the East Sea
At that time, I read a poem and my forehead became pierced.
It could have existed from then on
And sometimes you shake the window
The person who lived then now lives in the chest
So sometimes I hold my chest while brushing my teeth
At that time, I become a being beyond a person.
---From "Soboro"
The most transparent part becomes the poem
We close our eyes when we kiss
The future is bright
The dogs' hearts grow bigger at the sound of their feet crunching in the snow.
That's the interval when a stranger comes
The front door is the lip of the house, when you ring the bell
The world comes instead of flapping wings
---From "Closing Our Eyes When We Kiss"
The old mother puts pork belly in a steamer and scatters bay leaves evenly. When evening comes, she opens the steamer and looks inside. It's done. She cleans the knife, spreads out the cutting board, and quietly holds the steaming meat. She cuts the rainbow, which has lost all its color, into pieces, dips it in soy sauce, and chews and swallows it. Keep your mouth shut about the dead, for seven colors sparkle in your mouth.
---From "Suyuk"
The beauty of a lotus isn't the wind, the sway, or the sway of a spring, but the feeling of being connected to something higher. My mother, who raised me, listened only to classical music. Even now, when I hear a sonata, my left finger shakes off the dew and rises like a dove. I'm half free, half future, half stepmother. I'm happy, so your black hair grows. I'm lying under a giant eucalyptus tree, calling to say I'm doing well. What about love? Love is asleep next to me.
---From "Cheongjin"
You are fire and a flower. Whenever I wanted to die, I walked alone through the endless forest. You are the forest. It is daytime, but it is night. You are water, fire, and alcohol. Do not hesitate to find freedom anywhere. People call it rhythm. Eating light and burning green is called a plant.
---From "Writing Beauty and Difference"
One scholar named moths the aristocrats of silence, the shields of the night, and the blankets of darkness. He said this after observing moths his whole life. People usually think that moths like light and cling to the light source, but in fact, moths hate light. They are just elegant and serious. From the perspective of darkness, light is a hole in the night, and they throw their whole bodies to fill that noisy pit of light. For time to sufficiently mourn, For the dignity of existence and soft dreams, For silence, For the wounded heart and gaping mouth, They willingly fly to that distant time and cover the wounds of the night with their wings.
---From "Yesterday, Rice Cakes Were Hanging"
Our broken name came from crying
Like a peepy, a meow, or a silver birch tree
Or in front of a grave with your mouth open and saying, "Mom?"
Prickly heat spreads like gasoline when you throw away a letter
I bury my mother and chew rice cakes with my grandmother.
(…)
I combed that child's hair with camellia oil
With black hair flowing like noodles
He was always so calm and alone.
So I had no idea he was sick
This is why my mother scattered like a sound
---From "Our Unfolded Name Came from Crying"
When the rich bean soup soaks my upper lip, Mom smiles and bites the noodles with her front teeth. I want to be like you, too. What do you say? I want to be like you, too. I want to eat noodles side by side with Mom. I need to give love. I need to light the water. I need to light the lamp. I want to stick my nose sensitively into chrysanthemums. In my next life, I want to run a flower shop or something. When I live fearlessly, when the rain stops and the clouds part, Mom and I slurp down particles of bright yellow light.
---From "You have to give love, you have to turn on the water"
Publisher's Review
“I bet everything on the face that pops up.”
How does love arise?
Every day, mix the ashes of your loved one into the dough.
I waited until the hill swelled
It's an inherited bakery.
There are many things I want to do
People are like rivers, their eyes swaying.
Love is love when it flows and rolls within people.
(…)
I only see love swelling from within
I bet everything on the face that suddenly appears
When you open the oven, a yellow dog pops out
Because bread always overflows from the mold
Open the bakery door wide and go to the river.
When your dog runs ahead with joy
Even the hunger at sunset is beautiful
We wash our hands in the golden snow
Take a long baguette out of the flowing river.
_「Pastry」 section
To swell from within, to be born overflowing the frame, to run ahead with joy, to wash hands with golden eyes.
These are the attributes of love in the world of Go Myeong-jae's poetry.
So that it becomes soft, smooth and fragrant like bread.
It is striking that “the remains of a loved one” are mixed into the dough, and the longing contemplation of those who have departed is dotted like stars throughout this poem and the entire collection of poems. By not avoiding or stopping to think about them, but rather risking everything, the speakers in the poems learn to love “every day.”
In the clean and bright sunlight that we encounter in a place where the shadows of loss and emptiness have been removed, love is revived ("Illusion"), and the poet, holding onto that love, writes new poetry with a slightly more courageous and humble heart.
“It’s nice to see Grandma reflected in my eyes when Mom sleeps. I miss the person who left so much/ The sadness of the flesh, the fruitiness, and the fragrance of the peach in my heart, all of it is good” (“It’s Nice to See Grandma reflected in my eyes when Mom sleeps”), and he writes as the sole subject of love.
“We pierced time together with love.”
What Love Makes Possible
“The beauty of a lotus is not the wind, nor the tangle, nor the swaying water, but the feeling of being connected to something high,” is the first line of the poem “Cheongjin.”
Poet Park Yeon-jun, who wrote the preface, suggests changing the word '연' in this phrase to '시'.
“Letting go of the tangle and letting the poem rise in the wind, letting ourselves be free” (Park Yeon-jun) isn’t that the beauty of writing and reading poetry?
This poet, who holds love and often cherishes the feeling of being connected to something higher, is also a poet who writes poetry with his ears.
“When someone cries, they are a dark foreign country/ When someone cries, their flesh peels off/ When someone cries, they become a flower/ You should hold the bouquet to your heart” (from “In Such a Country Oranges Will Ripen Well”) Refraining from objectifying what you see or speaking hastily, and gently serving what you hear and constructing it into poetry may also be a way of loving.
“From the perspective of darkness, light is a hole in the night, and to fill that noisy pit of light (…) for time to be sufficiently sad, for the dignity of existence and soft dreams, for silence, like a moth throwing its whole body into it” (“Yesterday, There Was Rice Cake Hanging”).
Among the verses that best represent this collection of poems, we cannot leave out “We pierced time together with love” (“Yeon-yuk”).
Images of love that break through or soar beyond the linear sense of time of past-present-future are powerfully placed, giving a sense of the true time of life that the poet depicts.
At that time, when I bit into the bread, I saw a wheat field
Then I licked the salt and spread out into the East Sea
At that time, I read a poem and my forehead became pierced.
It could have existed from then on
And sometimes you shake the window
The person who lived then now lives in the chest
So sometimes I hold my chest while brushing my teeth
At that time, I become a being beyond a person.
_「Soboro」 section
The basement is filled with rats running around
The kids were so excited they threw their socks
I will break the ribs and share them
So that birds can bite and fly far away
Breaking through the shell like a lark with music and ears
I will become a peach tree that grows tall in front of your house.
_"Why do you rise when the submarine is submerged" part
I have to give love, I have to light the water, I have to light the lamp, I want to stick my nose sensitively into chrysanthemums, I want to run a flower shop in my next life, when I live fearlessly, when the rain stops, when the clouds break, when I slurp down particles of bright yellow light with my mom
_「You have to give love, you have to turn on the water」 part
A poet who writes, “Love is overflowing in my eyes, ears, and nose/ I want to rise and swim” (“Poetry and Lips”).
His love, which embraces life and death with a wide embrace that does not let anything or anyone pass by in vain, is not only gentle.
Because, as in the poem quoted above, his love is something that flows and rolls within people, something dynamic and lively, something that can grow as big and strong as it wants.
A world of such powerful affection and such courageous love awaits new readers.
When we touch the softest and most transparent parts of our bodies in love, when we quietly close our eyes and reflect on how beautiful each other's existence is, I hope that the light that bursts forth will briefly shine upon the readers when they encounter the poems in this collection.
◎ Mini-interview with poet Go Myeong-jae
Q1.
Hello, author.
Your first poetry collection has been published! I'd like to ask you about your thoughts on its publication.
I'm so, so happy! I'm so excited! It's like seeing snow for the first time, and my heart's windows are wide open, filled with joy and elation.
I don't have even a single grain of regret or sorrow.
It's all thanks to the utmost love of those who created it.
This collection of poems was born through the hands of so many people.
I'm so grateful for all the hands and loving care, and all I can think is, 'Finally, you were born! Oh, you're so pretty.'
It's like a soft baby was born.
This is the first time I have experienced that making a book can be such a beautiful thing.
Books are truly a product of the community.
I thought about that.
So I'm glad.
Not because it was ‘my first poetry collection’, but because it was ‘the first poetry collection we made together’.
Your poetry collection looks so beautiful! Every morning when I open my eyes, love comes.
If you listen closely, it's all birdsong.
Q2.
I feel like there are a lot of poems about death and love.
It feels clean and deep rather than dark and heavy.
It's like a glimpse into some transcendent world that could follow loss and absence.
Perhaps it is because the speaker in the poem thinks about the subject so earnestly and with all his heart.
I also guess that the line, “I bet everything on the face that suddenly appears”, might well describe the author.
What do you think is contained in this collection of poems?
A heart that loves and remembers with all its might.
The feeling of stuffing rice into a lunch box.
The heart of the fingertips stroking a cat's head.
The beautiful and shining hearts of the dead.
Their dignity.
Gentle gestures.
I want to see you.
I can't see it, but I want to live bravely.
I wanted to send off my loved ones and mourn bravely.
I wanted to hold a funeral that was bright, radiant, filled with love and light.
So as I wrote, love poems kept coming out and death was depicted cleanly and brightly.
I don't know why.
Because I want to keep seeing you.
Even while walking down the street, I burst into tears and became bright.
I thought that it was because I had so much ‘received love’ inside me that I was so sad.
I wanted to use the love I received, little by little, as if lighting a candle.
There are things that continue even after death.
Even though I'm alive, I still want to keep living.
Empty, fragrant and full.
I wanted to keep talking about the shining love of the people who raised me.
Q3.
Psalms related to food, such as bread, rice cakes, and boiled meat, also stand out.
Is there any special reason?
The reason seems very simple! Except for me, everyone in my family works in the restaurant industry.
My family has been in the food service industry for a long time, and my younger sibling runs a small bakery in the neighborhood.
Every day, I take out a freshly baked baguette, stack up some ciabatta, and rub my shoulders.
So even if you don't want to see it, there's bread on the left side of the house, bread on the veranda, and bread in the freezer.
But what's really amazing is that bread has a bright power that you can look at over and over again without getting tired of it.
It is indeed worthy of being called 'Western rice'.
My mother and father have been running a side dish shop for decades.
Banchan stores are the 'pinnacle of Korean food.'
What I see every day are anchovies, soft tofu, deodeok, hairtail, boiled pork, dallae, water parsley, green onion kimchi, and mung bean pancakes.
When I look at all the side dishes of life, it is dazzlingly beautiful and sad.
And the countless foods I ate with my grandmother.
He also grew up receiving love from the nuns (Myeongjae, do you want to eat rice cake?).
I guess bread, rice cakes, and side dishes keep popping out because I miss those beautiful people.
I want to use words as bright as grain.
Q4.
I'm curious to know if there's a poem in this collection that you particularly cherish.
That's why too.
I like the poem about eating kongguksu, "I have to give love, not just drink water."
Because I like my mom a lot.
My mother is my best friend, my most precious lover, my detail, and the ultimate in life.
My mother was sick and went through a very difficult time.
'Never give up on love.' I learned this amazing attitude from my mother.
There are so many things I want to do for that mother.
There are many things I want to do with my life, with my poetry, with my face, with my hands, with my material, with my heart.
This poem is purely for my mother.
This is a record of a summer day when I took my mom out of her store and we went to eat kongguksu together.
We cleared out the store, the sales, everything, and ran to the kongguksu restaurant together. How relieved and happy I felt at that moment.
I felt like I had somehow 'won' my freedom with my mom.
I'm slurping noodles with my mom, and I'm going through a dazzling love.
I thought that while eating bright food.
Q5.
Please say a few words of greeting to the readers who will be meeting you for the first time through this poetry collection.
hello.
I am very happy to be able to greet you through my first poetry collection.
I've always been a buyer of poetry books, so it feels strange and exciting to be greeting readers! Poetry books are truly strange books.
I really like buying a house.
When I look at a book of poems, strange concepts like 'the smallest unit of a book' or 'the longest distance of a book' come to mind.
Poetry is sometimes the smallest book, the longest-lasting song, and the most difficult swamp.
I keep reaching for all those adventures because they are always 'differently beautiful'.
I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the readers who picked up this poetry collection.
Because this book was written with love.
I hope that readers will read this and their hearts will swell with love!
■ Poet's Note
One summer day, the sick person who raised me
He said this while sweeping his bangs.
Even if the whole world is destroyed and falls apart
They say that if a blade of grass stands still, it exists.
It exists.
The train of love, heart and truth
It is said to remain the same without changing.
December 2022
Go Myeong-jae
How does love arise?
Every day, mix the ashes of your loved one into the dough.
I waited until the hill swelled
It's an inherited bakery.
There are many things I want to do
People are like rivers, their eyes swaying.
Love is love when it flows and rolls within people.
(…)
I only see love swelling from within
I bet everything on the face that suddenly appears
When you open the oven, a yellow dog pops out
Because bread always overflows from the mold
Open the bakery door wide and go to the river.
When your dog runs ahead with joy
Even the hunger at sunset is beautiful
We wash our hands in the golden snow
Take a long baguette out of the flowing river.
_「Pastry」 section
To swell from within, to be born overflowing the frame, to run ahead with joy, to wash hands with golden eyes.
These are the attributes of love in the world of Go Myeong-jae's poetry.
So that it becomes soft, smooth and fragrant like bread.
It is striking that “the remains of a loved one” are mixed into the dough, and the longing contemplation of those who have departed is dotted like stars throughout this poem and the entire collection of poems. By not avoiding or stopping to think about them, but rather risking everything, the speakers in the poems learn to love “every day.”
In the clean and bright sunlight that we encounter in a place where the shadows of loss and emptiness have been removed, love is revived ("Illusion"), and the poet, holding onto that love, writes new poetry with a slightly more courageous and humble heart.
“It’s nice to see Grandma reflected in my eyes when Mom sleeps. I miss the person who left so much/ The sadness of the flesh, the fruitiness, and the fragrance of the peach in my heart, all of it is good” (“It’s Nice to See Grandma reflected in my eyes when Mom sleeps”), and he writes as the sole subject of love.
“We pierced time together with love.”
What Love Makes Possible
“The beauty of a lotus is not the wind, nor the tangle, nor the swaying water, but the feeling of being connected to something high,” is the first line of the poem “Cheongjin.”
Poet Park Yeon-jun, who wrote the preface, suggests changing the word '연' in this phrase to '시'.
“Letting go of the tangle and letting the poem rise in the wind, letting ourselves be free” (Park Yeon-jun) isn’t that the beauty of writing and reading poetry?
This poet, who holds love and often cherishes the feeling of being connected to something higher, is also a poet who writes poetry with his ears.
“When someone cries, they are a dark foreign country/ When someone cries, their flesh peels off/ When someone cries, they become a flower/ You should hold the bouquet to your heart” (from “In Such a Country Oranges Will Ripen Well”) Refraining from objectifying what you see or speaking hastily, and gently serving what you hear and constructing it into poetry may also be a way of loving.
“From the perspective of darkness, light is a hole in the night, and to fill that noisy pit of light (…) for time to be sufficiently sad, for the dignity of existence and soft dreams, for silence, like a moth throwing its whole body into it” (“Yesterday, There Was Rice Cake Hanging”).
Among the verses that best represent this collection of poems, we cannot leave out “We pierced time together with love” (“Yeon-yuk”).
Images of love that break through or soar beyond the linear sense of time of past-present-future are powerfully placed, giving a sense of the true time of life that the poet depicts.
At that time, when I bit into the bread, I saw a wheat field
Then I licked the salt and spread out into the East Sea
At that time, I read a poem and my forehead became pierced.
It could have existed from then on
And sometimes you shake the window
The person who lived then now lives in the chest
So sometimes I hold my chest while brushing my teeth
At that time, I become a being beyond a person.
_「Soboro」 section
The basement is filled with rats running around
The kids were so excited they threw their socks
I will break the ribs and share them
So that birds can bite and fly far away
Breaking through the shell like a lark with music and ears
I will become a peach tree that grows tall in front of your house.
_"Why do you rise when the submarine is submerged" part
I have to give love, I have to light the water, I have to light the lamp, I want to stick my nose sensitively into chrysanthemums, I want to run a flower shop in my next life, when I live fearlessly, when the rain stops, when the clouds break, when I slurp down particles of bright yellow light with my mom
_「You have to give love, you have to turn on the water」 part
A poet who writes, “Love is overflowing in my eyes, ears, and nose/ I want to rise and swim” (“Poetry and Lips”).
His love, which embraces life and death with a wide embrace that does not let anything or anyone pass by in vain, is not only gentle.
Because, as in the poem quoted above, his love is something that flows and rolls within people, something dynamic and lively, something that can grow as big and strong as it wants.
A world of such powerful affection and such courageous love awaits new readers.
When we touch the softest and most transparent parts of our bodies in love, when we quietly close our eyes and reflect on how beautiful each other's existence is, I hope that the light that bursts forth will briefly shine upon the readers when they encounter the poems in this collection.
◎ Mini-interview with poet Go Myeong-jae
Q1.
Hello, author.
Your first poetry collection has been published! I'd like to ask you about your thoughts on its publication.
I'm so, so happy! I'm so excited! It's like seeing snow for the first time, and my heart's windows are wide open, filled with joy and elation.
I don't have even a single grain of regret or sorrow.
It's all thanks to the utmost love of those who created it.
This collection of poems was born through the hands of so many people.
I'm so grateful for all the hands and loving care, and all I can think is, 'Finally, you were born! Oh, you're so pretty.'
It's like a soft baby was born.
This is the first time I have experienced that making a book can be such a beautiful thing.
Books are truly a product of the community.
I thought about that.
So I'm glad.
Not because it was ‘my first poetry collection’, but because it was ‘the first poetry collection we made together’.
Your poetry collection looks so beautiful! Every morning when I open my eyes, love comes.
If you listen closely, it's all birdsong.
Q2.
I feel like there are a lot of poems about death and love.
It feels clean and deep rather than dark and heavy.
It's like a glimpse into some transcendent world that could follow loss and absence.
Perhaps it is because the speaker in the poem thinks about the subject so earnestly and with all his heart.
I also guess that the line, “I bet everything on the face that suddenly appears”, might well describe the author.
What do you think is contained in this collection of poems?
A heart that loves and remembers with all its might.
The feeling of stuffing rice into a lunch box.
The heart of the fingertips stroking a cat's head.
The beautiful and shining hearts of the dead.
Their dignity.
Gentle gestures.
I want to see you.
I can't see it, but I want to live bravely.
I wanted to send off my loved ones and mourn bravely.
I wanted to hold a funeral that was bright, radiant, filled with love and light.
So as I wrote, love poems kept coming out and death was depicted cleanly and brightly.
I don't know why.
Because I want to keep seeing you.
Even while walking down the street, I burst into tears and became bright.
I thought that it was because I had so much ‘received love’ inside me that I was so sad.
I wanted to use the love I received, little by little, as if lighting a candle.
There are things that continue even after death.
Even though I'm alive, I still want to keep living.
Empty, fragrant and full.
I wanted to keep talking about the shining love of the people who raised me.
Q3.
Psalms related to food, such as bread, rice cakes, and boiled meat, also stand out.
Is there any special reason?
The reason seems very simple! Except for me, everyone in my family works in the restaurant industry.
My family has been in the food service industry for a long time, and my younger sibling runs a small bakery in the neighborhood.
Every day, I take out a freshly baked baguette, stack up some ciabatta, and rub my shoulders.
So even if you don't want to see it, there's bread on the left side of the house, bread on the veranda, and bread in the freezer.
But what's really amazing is that bread has a bright power that you can look at over and over again without getting tired of it.
It is indeed worthy of being called 'Western rice'.
My mother and father have been running a side dish shop for decades.
Banchan stores are the 'pinnacle of Korean food.'
What I see every day are anchovies, soft tofu, deodeok, hairtail, boiled pork, dallae, water parsley, green onion kimchi, and mung bean pancakes.
When I look at all the side dishes of life, it is dazzlingly beautiful and sad.
And the countless foods I ate with my grandmother.
He also grew up receiving love from the nuns (Myeongjae, do you want to eat rice cake?).
I guess bread, rice cakes, and side dishes keep popping out because I miss those beautiful people.
I want to use words as bright as grain.
Q4.
I'm curious to know if there's a poem in this collection that you particularly cherish.
That's why too.
I like the poem about eating kongguksu, "I have to give love, not just drink water."
Because I like my mom a lot.
My mother is my best friend, my most precious lover, my detail, and the ultimate in life.
My mother was sick and went through a very difficult time.
'Never give up on love.' I learned this amazing attitude from my mother.
There are so many things I want to do for that mother.
There are many things I want to do with my life, with my poetry, with my face, with my hands, with my material, with my heart.
This poem is purely for my mother.
This is a record of a summer day when I took my mom out of her store and we went to eat kongguksu together.
We cleared out the store, the sales, everything, and ran to the kongguksu restaurant together. How relieved and happy I felt at that moment.
I felt like I had somehow 'won' my freedom with my mom.
I'm slurping noodles with my mom, and I'm going through a dazzling love.
I thought that while eating bright food.
Q5.
Please say a few words of greeting to the readers who will be meeting you for the first time through this poetry collection.
hello.
I am very happy to be able to greet you through my first poetry collection.
I've always been a buyer of poetry books, so it feels strange and exciting to be greeting readers! Poetry books are truly strange books.
I really like buying a house.
When I look at a book of poems, strange concepts like 'the smallest unit of a book' or 'the longest distance of a book' come to mind.
Poetry is sometimes the smallest book, the longest-lasting song, and the most difficult swamp.
I keep reaching for all those adventures because they are always 'differently beautiful'.
I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the readers who picked up this poetry collection.
Because this book was written with love.
I hope that readers will read this and their hearts will swell with love!
■ Poet's Note
One summer day, the sick person who raised me
He said this while sweeping his bangs.
Even if the whole world is destroyed and falls apart
They say that if a blade of grass stands still, it exists.
It exists.
The train of love, heart and truth
It is said to remain the same without changing.
December 2022
Go Myeong-jae
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Publication date: December 15, 2022
- Page count, weight, size: 108 pages | 144g | 130*224*20mm
- ISBN13: 9788954690072
- ISBN10: 8954690076
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