Poet's words

Ⅰ.
Love Expert

proposal of marriage
So the poem is
Come to your hometown
It suits you
i love you
The Child Who Died in Spring
hat
Casals
Love Expert
Organized life
Paul Klee's Observation Diary
birthday
What remains
paper
Yellow glass dominoes of spring

Ⅱ.
To one child

In the closet of the universe
Orlando
Since that day
Snake story
Monotonous poetry
To Ye-eun, who turned twenty on Libra
About what I can and cannot do
red balloon
I'm running away
dad
always
Monologue of Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter
Long live the poet
Letter to a Poet

Ⅲ.
actually

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter
See you on Monday
actually
Stabat Mater
Agnus Day, Samuel Barber
Biography
dead magician
Rapunzel, waiting for K
Elegy for a Room
A dead mother to her child
Ars Poetica
Things I didn't write
Field of red four-leaf clovers

Things I referenced while writing poetry

commentary

Love and Oneness: Resistance, Healing, and Art · Shin Hyeong-cheol

By rearranging old and familiar words and feelings
Newly born daily lives - perceptions

So the poem is
A voluminous rage, that's me! A paper tiger made of hundreds of layers.
Get wet with a slice of lemon
- "So the poem" part

Just as the foundation of a good article is often found in the clear reporting of facts without distortion, the potential of good literature is often found in not simplifying situations and relationships, but allowing for diverse understandings depending on the reader.
And we have experienced a good example of this with Jin Eun-young's poetry.
With poems full of unfamiliar metaphors, aphorisms, and philosophical allegories (“Revolution/A whirlwind of stars visible only when you close your eyes/The path of leaf veins that appears transparent under the streetlights//Poetry, a beautiful letter with an unknown address that I deliberately tore open”? “Dictionary of Seven Words,” 『Dictionary of Seven Words』), he broke down narrow-minded stereotypes, and in the midst of “things I don’t know flow in and get wet little by little/The hard letters inside me get wet and become softer/Gradually swell/Sleep dissolves like sleep/The house grows as big as a house and the sea deepens like the sea/Things I don’t know flow in/The red paint inside me releases and flows away” (“In the Water,” 『We Live Every Day』), moments that make us read the patterns of our hearts were possible no matter where he opened his poetry collection.


Thanks to his ability to still hide the story of “long fingers” with several layers of meaning in a short poem (“Ars Poetica”), we encounter the rich and beautiful “time of life” at a rapid pace throughout this collection of poems. (“Take me out of the great closet of metaphors where childhood was hidden/ and take me away/ lightly like lovers escaping at night riding the stars beyond the window in thin pajamas/ as the oat sprouts in the field lift the ground with a few inches of green/ call the spring that is the charlatan/ red ivy leaves bloom in the cup and snow falls so that the insides of white woolen boots become damp/ wet ashes of burned stars and alcohol flutter/ / so that I can confess” - “Come to Your Hometown”)

Torn, broken, tangled and melted
Facts Beyond the Mind

Like a child momentarily lost in a pile of unfamiliar scrap,
Among the strange and broken objects that I cannot figure out how to use,
Also, everyone was a kind of old ruin piled up in some attic.
One afternoon when things suddenly become natural
-「Biography」 section

There is a good reason why Jin Eun-young's poetry seeks to contain 'several layers of facts/stories surrounding a single incident.'
This is because the poet himself is constantly on guard and reflecting on himself, asking, “How much has been cut by the blade of my simplicity?” (Poet’s note on the back cover).
In Jin Eun-young's poetry, the numerous concise yet powerful designations for familiar poets (or poets) often firmly grasp the "structural tension" and "sweetness of tight competition" (commentary by Shin Hyeong-cheol) that arise between the aesthetic and the logical ("The fact that silence flows over the water where the stars do not move / The fact that there was a child who fell into the water / The fact that tonight, too, the child steps on the hearts of his relatives like stepping stones / and crosses the water safely" - "Fact").
We, who have been absorbed in collaging literature, philosophy, and politics (in terms) into life and daily life for a long time, have read his poems (“Truths like sleep talk leaking out through parted lips while sleeping/Are you asking me to believe such things/I have asked for a long time//With faith/Erasing faith/You answered yourself:/I am the light of the world/[But I was not greedy/Not in broad daylight/Not in stars/Made by the welding sparks/I only put a single shining copper ring/In a poster, in sorrow, in a worker’s face]” - “Agnus Day, Samuel Barber - To a Worker”) with constant thick trust and admiration, and there are many reasons why our hearts become even more intense when we open this collection of poems, among them.

Again, the truths that call to mind the spring of 2014

Peas of sweat, those soft but vain bullets of sorrow
Sparrows and Caterpillars' Sponsorship
First, the face of the dead friend rolls out like a purple onion.
And the cliff of promise
A few unspoken words to tell him
-I'll continue
-The "hat" part

Including the title of the poetry collection, ‘love’ is expressed through the excellent and delicate metaphors characteristic of Jin Eun-young’s poetry, sometimes in the name of resistance/revolution (“I will not flatter the future as I did the past” - “Proposal”) and sometimes as a magical spell that seeks transformation and immortality (“You are a magician of love, an expert in that field.
I was a kind of oil, oh prepare my burning.
You loved me, when the tanker full of waste oil broke and sank, I cannot mix sadness and oblivion.
Like blue water and oil.
“Drifting on the water forever” - “Expert in Love”) is located here and there in this poetry collection.
And one more thing, as a very “careful and difficult” task, the poet says that “love for the wounded is the result of a keen mind that meticulously calculates what is of practical help” (Jeong Hye-shin and Jin Eun-young, “Angels Live Next Door to Us”), and is another name for great “healing.”
That is, the poems written and sung together for the victims of the April 16 Sewol Ferry Disaster and for the truth that still needs to be revealed were bound together in the second part of the poetry collection ('To a Child') in a form of "thoroughly and exquisitely" combining hot breath, confession, sadness, and wind.
All of this is based on the premise of repeated questions in pursuit of truth, and in those questions, love becomes an expression of resistance and is transformed into a process of healing.


I will copy and paste Jin Eun-young's theory of poetry.
“A poet reveals someone’s existence by listening carefully to the very small and insignificant sound that no one hears until the very end, and writes poetry through the resonance that that revealed existence gives.” (From Naver Open Forum, 2018) Perhaps, until we can fully feel “the weight of truth and the soul,” “like a heart that bursts out after breaking the ribs//not the clothes of metaphor that ripple//but the skin of metaphor//that tears the soul apart when peeled off” (“Dad”), aren’t Jin Eun-young’s poems one of the most needed voices of our time?
The “reincarnation of love” he believes in is an eternal promise to soar with none other than “hope,” the age-old secret of life/death that “outlives all sorrow” even after witnessing “all loss” (“Orlando”).


“The poetry that Jin Eun-young pursues is an aesthetic and political movement that seeks to fundamentally reconstruct the world through the ‘redistribution of sensations’ (Jacques Rancière) at the unconscious level.
This movement, which is synonymous with 'love' and 'revolution', progresses as the subject changes his position and actions even though the world remains the same.
As Jin Eun-young said, “Even in the same place, if you enter through a different door, a different world opens up.” Literary critic Kim Su-i

Poet's words

“Those who are touched by misfortune are always alone.”
I often think of Herbert's poem.
To make one person feel a little less lonely
The time I spent trying passed by.

August 2022
Jin Eun-young