Still deep,
Newer and better,
It will be more diverse than ever before.

A book that contains the ups and downs of the coming Korean poetry
Commemorating the 100th issue of Munhakdongne Poetry Series, "Is Your Beauty All in the Words?"

The Munhakdongne Poet's Selection is publishing a commemorative teaser poetry collection to mark its 100th issue.
The word teaser seems to be enough of a hint, but to put it simply, it is a preview of the poets that will be featured in the Munhakdongne Poet Selection in the future, and it is meant to be shown in advance.
The idea is to give poets who push the boat called a series more responsibility by giving them heavier oars, and to give readers who ride the boat called a series more solid debt by giving them more fresh air.

The Munhakdongne Poet Selection, which began in 2011 with the catchphrase, "Aiming for a younger sensibility and deeper thinking!"
And do you remember the cry we made when we celebrated our 50th issue in 2014: "Poetry, young captain, the time has come. Let's weigh anchor!" The value of the Munhakdongne Poets' Selection lies, above all, in its fervent embrace of the poetic individuality of each poet.
A table of poetry filled with the variety of each individual appearance, not the comfort of similarity.
Therefore, the 50 poets we are showcasing today are once again proving how a non-picky eating style of poetry is a healthy diet.

From young poets who debuted in 2017, to those preparing their first poetry collection, to older poets whose eyesight is well over 40 years old.
When I got caught in the net these poets cast, I realized that it was both wide and tight.
When I look closely at the names, some poets' names are unfamiliar, while others are welcome.
The intersection of these two emotions at this time is likely to be anticipation, and this feeling is no different from love.
Thus, this will be a wonderful collection of poetry for those readers who are thirsty and want to know and enjoy poetry.

We have no mysticism about the poet.
No, I try not to hold it.
Because the great poets we know are not people who are born with it, but people who simply try.
There is nothing mysterious about desperate effort.
Effort is a desperate, worldly task of trying, failing, trying again, and failing again.
When that labor, which is not at all mysterious, ceases, the poet also disappears.
---From "Putting It Out"

I postpone love.
I don't necessarily think that a sleeping person dreams, but I do believe that most people who dream are asleep.
I'm not asking you if I'm doing well when I'm not even alive, and I'm not expecting an answer.
_Gu Hyeon-woo, from “One Body Suffering from Two Hearts”

I like you.
It's ruined.
But we look alike, don't we? It probably won't work out.
If you are betrayed by your sense of belonging, the damage is greater.
So, you should meet someone who is like sunshine.
As the goddess of healing.
But your future is also very bleak.
Leave your anxieties and obsessions in the forest.
Don't forget to create one of your forests before that.
Someday, when there are animals running around in that forest, I will go see them.
---From "Prophecy About You and Me"

There are no stars in the night sky in my eyelids. But when I open the door, there is you, with your pretty name, and a cat sitting on the windowsill, basking in the sun.
The dazzling cat waits for the light to pass by --- from "Birdman"

Nothing happened, but the phrase 'I have some good news' came to mind.
I wonder if I miss the future and if I can feel the happiness I've never felt before.
---From "The Longed-for Future"

It is used when the parts that have worn down over time and the parts that have become too hard to touch come into contact.
The hand that writes is cold, and staring at the cold hand probably knows the hardships of warmth.
I live with affection as a penalty.
I don't think I can cry louder than a sheep, even if I twist my sorrow.
So it makes me laugh often, and it will continue to do so.
---From "If you leave it as is, it won't be the same"

The mountain shakes with the spreading mountain light
Shake
Move without being noticed
What should I call that color?
There is a color that is gushing out from the ridge.
There is no doubt
That color, --- from "Mountain Color"

Why is confession in the form of a letter? Under the shade of a Parisian tree.
I also ask a question to a dog that goes around biting its tail.
I didn't want to sit down and do anything. I don't think I'd stop even if I were born again.
Then, it seems that it is not a good thing to talk about painful things beautifully --- from "The Park of Letters"

Time is running out, a tempting buttocks shaking in front of your nose
I'm tottering between wanting to climb on and wanting to kick it away.
Like a goose swallowing a stone --- from "The sun is high in the sky, but I don't wash"

That there are four seasons.
That we are a little fickle, that we have many emotions, that we break down and build up again, that we look around or shrink, that we think about alcohol, that we blurt out songs, that our clothes get thicker and then thinner, that we have something to say but then have to organize what we want to say, that we each have our own smell, that we have four seasons.
---From "Four Seasons"

I bought some flowers, but they were ruined on the last train I had to rush to catch.
I couldn't bring myself to throw it away.
I came back hiding it behind my back, and there was someone smiling brightly and asking where I got such a pretty bouquet of flowers.
Looking at that face, I wanted to stay still for a very long time.
Couldn't do that.
---From "Smiling or Crying Quietly"

Your hands must have been cold. Your feet must have been cold.
Snow is slowly accumulating on my head.

Young people are playing with firecrackers.
You look at the light for a moment

You have to look here

Someone presses the shutter --- from "Fairy Tale"

Who will I show the art of cutting water with a knife next?
Who will drink the water that lies as still as a knife? Who will pour it into whose throat?
(…)
When I finally feel like I've given it my all!
Whether we like it or not, the morning will come again, crowded with letters.

You will eventually come to your senses, but you will think about that later. Anyway, today is

I love it when your immense power falls on me

---From "Supernatural 3D Printing"