Author's Note: If you look closely at pain, you will see that it is all a person's face.

November 1st, 11:00 PM
November 2nd: The 15 Cutest Running Things in the World
November 3rd, 19th, when I was an obeng
November 4th Recipe: Chicken Legs, a Recipe Everyone Knows, Everyone Makes 31
November 5th, 37th: Kids these days are so rude!
November 6, 1998, The Greatest Space Show on Earth 45
If it's November 7th, then you don't have to come. 55
November 8th, Miscellaneous: Green Beans and Butterfly 59
November 9th, Miscellaneous Teachers 69
November 10th, Guest 81
If you have a mind to write a poem on November 11th, it was a good time for anyone.
November 12th City Forecast 97
November 13th, Dan Sang's 101st birthday
November 14th Recipe: 107 Seasonings That Are Pretty Good If You Know Them
November 15th, Miscellaneous Letter 111
Letter to P, November 16, 115
November 17, 2012, 123, the second son of Nam-jung
November 18th Miscellaneous Money Box and Piggy Bank 131
November 19, 139, Sisumulsumol
November 20th Diary: To You Who Are Far Away, Who Will Never Be Again 143
November 21st, Miscellaneous Life, Like a Honey Badger 149
November 22nd: Kimchi Fried Rice is Dangerous! 157
November 23rd, Poem Postscript - Attached to a Letter Written in Spring 163
Letter to Lang, November 24, 165
November 25th, Miscellaneous: A Memory of No Use 169
November 26th, Miscellaneous Articles, No. 173
November 27th: Miscellaneous and Recipe Strawberries and Hedgehogs 183
Letter to L, November 28, 189
November 29th, Miscellaneous, Native 193
November 30, 201st City Wall

Still, what catches my eye is something that is impossible anyway
I am getting better, the word together

Class 6, Grade 1, Class 7, Grade 2, Class 1, Grade 4, Class 9 (page 171), the large and heavy dark red wooden back door of the classroom, and me, tiny as I am, struggling to open that door and enter (“Teachers”).
When I recall the road, the nap, the scenery, and the smell of that time, I see myself that day when I was hungry (「Infinitely Long」).
He thinks that life is like a thread of relationships, and that we can guess its course in the form of a bundle, so we should make it into a small, solid ball of yarn (p. 121).
Still, what catches the eye is, in any case, something that has no way out ("Nokdu and the Butterfly").
In that way, some beings enter our eyes and hearts and become our family.
There are houses I want to visit once or twice, even if it's a bit of a detour ("When I Was Obin").
We live forgetting that no news is good news, but we can figure out a lot just by hearing a voice.
If the first word is "Mo Hae-yong," it means there's nothing special about it, but if you say "hyung," I get impatient and ask, "Why? What is it?" (To P)
Even when I call again, he just stares off into the distance for a long time without responding, and the loneliness hanging on my toes is warm.
I am getting better, the words together (pp. 62-63).
A distance that is not rude (page 191), a distance that is visible but cannot be measured (page 179), like the chicken thighs that need to be cooked between medium and low heat (recipe from November 4).

It's better to say that you don't have to try than to say that you tried.
There were times when my heart just poured out

A dry autumn comes like straw ripening in the sun.
The more you learn from pain, the easier it is to forgive ("Forecast").
Even after many overlappings, the dark things are ultimately seen as difficult colors (page 46) at the crossroads of winter.
To the poet, happiness is fleeting and unhappiness is inevitable.
Happiness was a childhood treasure hunt hidden in the grass, and the odds of finding the note with the treasure were slim to none.
There were days when my heart suddenly burst out at the words, "You don't have to try hard," rather than the words, "I tried hard." ("To You Who Are Far Away, Who Will Never Come Again")
A simple soup with pork kimchi stew and glass noodles.
The soup my mother learned from her mother's mother wasn't anything special, but it wasn't something you could eat outside.
The mother's current situation (November 22nd miscellaneous article) where the poet, who was trying to get up after making a lame excuse, ends up sitting down at the dinner table.
Perhaps, at the moment when this cozy feeling was faintly rubbed and sloshed into his mouth, he learned the heart of an adult who does not pray carelessly, but steadily works on his own work, believes only in himself, and does not neglect love (letter dated November 24).
Even if it is not necessarily right, a heart that gently embraces any mistakes or wrong times (page 120).

The alarm clock rang, signaling midnight.
So you're saying it's a dream?
Even a grown man cries
A family that closes the door wide
Will the door open?
Why will the door open again?
I looked up at the ceiling in silence - part of "Small Water Flood"

Introducing the 'Timely' series.

Timely and appropriate with the appropriateness of poetry!
Instead of seasonal food, read a seasonal book.

Nanda's 'Timely' series continues in 2025.
Twelve books written in relay by twelve poets.
One story a day, one book a month, 365 stories a year.
What kind of heat is summer to the poet, and what kind of joy is winter?
How does the poet treat January 1st, and how is December 31st different in poetry?
We take a peek into the daily lives of poets who write poetry every single day, without fail, custom-tailored to their needs.


I asked the poets to each take on a 'moon' that was perfect for them and play freely in and out of their poems.
One article per day, so thirty or thirty-one articles were written per month.
(Because of the calendar, there is a February with twenty-eight poems.) Above all, of course, I made newly written poems the pillar of the book.
Together, we were surrounded by thoughts that became poetry, a day we met through poetry, a love letter to poetry, and a fierce struggle with poetry.
In short, it is a collection of poetry as well as prose.
One thing is certain, however: there is no day without poetry for a poet.

Since each episode is not very long, it would be perfect to read one episode a day from the 1st to the 31st.
If you read it for twelve months, your bookshelves will be filled with poems every day.
The year will be full of poetry.
If we read each day as if we were turning the pages of a diary or tearing off a calendar, our clock will become our four seasons.
So, it's a good book to read anytime, and it's even better when you read along!

This project started with the idea that there are only seasonal foods and seasonal books.
Looking at those names, I believe you will nod in agreement that the moon and the poet are truly a perfect match, and that the meeting of time and poetry is truly apt.
The diary from January 1st, the poem from May 5th, and the note from December 25th will knock on your door in the morning and guard your bedside at night.
If you look at it that way, these writings might not all be one letter.
A letter sent by poetry every day, the content must be about love.

[ 2025 Timely Lineup ]
January Jeong Gyeot-byeol / February Im Gyeong-seop / March Kim Yong-taek / April Lee Hwon / May Park Se-mi / June Lee Woo-seong
July Park Ji-il / August Baek Eun-seon / September Yoo Gye-young / October Kim Yeon-deok / November Oh Byeong-ryang / December Go Seon-gyeong

* Please note in advance that the author may change due to circumstances.
* The cover of Timely in 2025 is by writer and photographer Jang Woo-cheol.