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non-mysterious

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Book Introduction

“I actually thought each person was like a round.”

Even in a shattered dream, the feeling of being left alone,
While singing about the never-ending misfortune
The fifth poetry collection by poet Baek Eun-seon, who does not judge love!

Poet Baek Eun-seon's fifth poetry collection, "Non-mystery," was published as Munhak-kwa-Jiseongsa's Poet Series No. 627.
'Non-mysterious' is the title of a series of poems that the poet has been writing since his first poetry collection, 'Possible World' (Munhak-kwa-Jiseong-sa, 2016), and contains the meaning of 'not mysterious.'
The poet, who believes that the remaining matter after a star explodes seeps into each person's heart and forms pieces of the world, never takes his eyes off the world and the other, which are no longer new or mysterious.
For Baek Eun-seon, who creates a completely different poetic world by overlapping words and images that are not immediately associated, the world itself is full of ‘mystery.’
Therefore, the saying that we each have our own star is not a poetic metaphor or a poor imagination, but a world inside and outside of dreams that the poet has elaborately and meticulously created.
Just as only those who have given themselves up for love experience deep despair, Baek Eun-seon's poetry pours out everything, even the parts that were thought to be the very end, and yearns for the voices of others.
Poet Kim Seung-il, who wrote the preface to this poetry collection, said, “Treat Baek Eun-seon’s poetry collection as a harmful poetry collection,” and “Sing this poetry collection, ‘Unmysterious.’”
“Suffer, don’t be so quick to assume you’ve read everything, don’t be fooled by Baek Eun-seon’s words that she wants to die, don’t be a witness, become harmful, don’t hide,” he constantly urges.
In this way, Baek Eun-seon's poetry relentlessly plunges the reader into a whirlpool of language, leaving no room for emotional expression.
It seems to accuse every living, breathing being of their sins, yet it judges no one's love.
A poem that longs for love but does not ask about the truth behind it.
The mysterious world that the poet burned with his whole body and left behind is contained in this one volume of poetry.

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Into the book

When I got home, my child asked, "Mom, if you had the Death Note, whose name would you write in it?"

I said my name and the child looked sad.
I'll send it to you
That's what I said
--- From "Death Note"

I say we'll play together, you start and you finish with the rhythm of a train running like crazy, laughing hahaha with a yawn that always shines like new on your head, and that's right, that's the 21st century liberation, a game that turns the sky and the earth upside down, it's popular these days, getting closer, getting further, hugging, pushing, becoming a wall with the attitude of a wave

The only reason I ask is to be rejected I slept for days on a pillow filled with bugs and dirt, trying to cultivate my soul flat like a cut tree Every day I dream of your face disappearing A sharp mountain sprouting from the spot where your face disappeared I wanted to wander there and get lost forever But I rested too much, so I decided to get a disease that would turn my heart to stone

When you tear the sea and paste it on the wall, colorful balloons soar between the waves. Love is a continuous scream. When a person hit by a carriage rolls on the ground, the windows become quiet. Transparency is a pain that is easy to imitate. The island is a hand that breaks while suffering from the lost sea. We call that love.
--- From "21st Century Love"

This is something I've never seen before
It's a story about twins meeting.
It's a story from a time when love was considered a disease.

Over the hills lined with red roofs
It's a story about crossing the sea and the forest.

Stretch both hands forward
It's the rustling of delicate plants.

Once you read this, you can't go back.
--- From "Man is an Allegory of God"

That kind of story is so sad that it makes me want to cry.
I actually thought each and every person was like a round song.
Some people listen to music.
No matter what I do, it follows me through life like background music.
So I'm writing it down.
There may be people who die without ever noticing their own singing.
People who listen to a song spend their whole lives immersed in and repeating the song to fully interpret it.
Maybe it's dancing, maybe it's a book, maybe it's just focusing on life.
I thought all those people shared similar points.
Those who listen, those who don't listen.
Sometimes listening can be like a harsh punishment or a blessing.
Maybe it's better to live without knowing anything.
You get lost in the darkness and start thinking.
How did you know all this?
--- From "The One Who Listens to Songs"

The song has a shining face, but why is it so dark? The sound of wheels stopping, tearing the road in a quiet night. I want to be hated, I want to be hated. I can't express my secret feelings, so I peel off my skin. Days.

The window frames are shaking
When the wings become infinitely transparent

Stop

Falling

Secret thoughts

Do you know how lowly a person can become? I stood on the hill, clutching a tangled thread, and prayed countless times.

They keep coming up, memories have buoyancy, and in the last scene, they were always spinning upside down

dream

Looking down at my two hands that are becoming infinitely transparent
A song I've sung
The name I called

All the things left over
Leave it here

So that you can see and forget

I love you so much

--- From "The Poet's Note on the Back Cover"

Publisher's Review

Once again, I am reminded of the unhappiness within me.
Girls who hold onto eternity and move forward into the future

Open your eyes to beauty
There is no misfortune that happens to girls.

Trampling on the wrinkled lace

I've been waiting
May today come
In a sleep that lasts forever
May the film burn

［······］

future

A name that makes my mouth water every time I think about it
- "Girls' Contest" section

The girls spend every moment “studying the pose of falling,” as if “practicing tumbling on broken glass.”
Because the world they must live in is nothing more than “a moment of completion/a beauty that crumbles.”
Those who dream every night, wondering what to break, tremble with anxiety as if they will break at any moment, but they scream out, giving colorful colors and rhythms to the broken pieces.
In this way, in Baek Eun-seon's poetry, Debussy is like "not broken glass/but shattering glass" ("The Navel of the World - Birthday Letter"), and the language of magicians who hold anything in their hands feels like "the sound of glass beads clinking when heard from afar" ("The Realm of Magic").
In this collection of poems, the poet repeatedly says the following sentences in the “Poet’s Notes” and the included poem “Prayer.”
“When I was young, I prayed every day.
I really want my mom and dad to come pick me up.
But they didn't come for me. // I'm abandoned // Flowing silver // Who would want me?" At this point, the speaker "sings in despair" ("Prayer"), fearing that no one will come for him.
But the voice that bursts out, breaking through despair and loneliness, is filled with a desperate language of anger and pain, not sadness or suffering.
The poet pours out the language within him like Medusa, who came to condemn those who treat love as a disease.
The ancient Greek etymology of Medusa, who turns everyone who encounters her to stone, means 'queen' or 'ruler'. Those who read Baek Eun-seon's poetry will experience their bodies and minds freezing against their will.
However, this does not mean that Baek Eun-seon's poetry only conveys pain.
His desperate confession and the constantly overlapping colors of black and red are like Perseus' shield, giving us weapons.

Towards the mysteries of the world and the secrets of the universe
Countless first sentences that begin forever

When I turn around and leave you in the light, all the angels and angels are kind

Stand on the platform and think
Could everything be a hologram? Could we be lying in a little box with wires plugged into our heads?

The window is coming

［······］

It's okay, we're all fake anyway
Saying that

In the darkness that piles up little by little
Us and us
Raising the decibels
Aaaah
When it becomes similar to light
When it finally becomes fire
- The "non-mysterious" part

With “the strange belief that speaking of love will make all love disappear” (“Addiction to Misery”), the poet reveals “the story of an era when love was considered a disease” (“Man is an Allegory of God”).
In poetry, love is not an object of metaphor, but a key to reconstructing the truth. It becomes “the word ‘love’ like a huge night sky pouring down countless stars at once” and “a white thornbush blooming in a thornbush” (“It is said that humans begin to grow after they can no longer pronounce ‘eternity’”), and it ties up the pale hands and feet of the speaker in the poem.
The poet's confession that "we are all fake anyway" and yet "I loved the bruises growing on my body" ("The Navel of the World - Watch me burn") shows the aesthetics of Baek Eun-seon's poetry, which says "I wished all beauty were ruined" ("Give Me the Night") but then finds "the most beautiful thing" ("Playing with Light") outside of the "swaying shadow."
The poet who discovers “painful and beautiful resonance” is the one who “once wrote that beauty is truly a frightening thing” (“Role Play”).
At this point, we are fascinated by a world of non-mystery that no longer seeks mystery.
When poet Baek Eun-seon published her third poetry collection, “Feeling Helped” (Munhak-kwa-Jiseongsa, 2021), she revealed that the “non-mystery” signifies a point of great mystery and overlap with the “non-mysteriousness.”
The poet, who said that there is a genre called “non-mystery” in his world of poetry, has finally captured the mysteries of the world and the secrets of the universe that he has been exploring while wandering through fire and water since his first poetry collection.
In the back cover of the poetry collection, the poet says:
“I leave here all the things that are left behind//so that you can see them and forget//I love you so much.”

Poet's words

When I was young, I prayed every day.
I really want my mom and dad to come pick me up.
But they didn't come looking for me.

I was abandoned

Flowing silver

Who would want me?

November 2025
Baek Eun-seon

GOODS SPECIFICS

- Date of issue: November 7, 2025

- Page count, weight, size: 260 pages | 128*205*20mm

- ISBN13: 9788932044736