Youth 11
If it's handling, 12
Resolutions are like a bakery 14
My Million Won Calculation Method - 2021 16
If it's a promise, 18
Drawers and hangers 20
French Lessons at Night 21
How Peonies Bloom in the Desert 24
Eye Scale 28
Method 29
Excessive 30
I met a man like that 32
Late Autumn Romania 34
No no no! 36
Study 38
C Hotel 40 of that winter
On Liberty 43
44 in a coffee shop
If the flower had been there, I wouldn't have gone. 46
Going to borrow eggs 49
Decalcomania 52
Find the station attendant 54
Floor 57
If you're lonely, 58
If I were you, I'd say 60
Writing it all down 62
False Accusation 63
No entry to high-ranking officials 66
Homo Commerce 68
Bloodshot World 70
November is 72
I saw it all 74
Shoelaces 76
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Midnight Judge Midnight Judge Exam 78
Quarrel 80
How to Keep Quiet 82
Marie-Pierre and Philippe's Wedding Address 84
Calendar 86
My International 'Leathers' 88
90 Wishes That Come True in Strange Ways
Swept Away 91
Breakup 1 92
Stupid Day 94
Believe in the Night 96
Modern People's Expenditures 98
100 Years of Fashion History
Radio Writer Writing Course Table of Contents 102
I often go to foreign countries 104
Today's Order List 106
Don't do that to me 108
Piano Sound 110
Heart 111
Rotation of the shoe 112
Waiting is Ugly 114
My First Foreign Language 116
Flashlight 117
Cider 118
Ojiseon 120
Dream 122
Description 123
Turks and Caicos 126
Find 129
The Age of the Plague 130
Classification 132
Notebook and God 134
Chronology 136
He is common and I am rare 138
11:59 PM on a Midwinter Night: An Aspiring Writer's Return Home 140
Recommendation - Kim Ki-taek (poet) 141

■ The taste of chewing on sadness

"Does Your World Still Deal with the Sea, the Sound of Rain, and Peonies?" is the poet's sixth poetry collection and the first in eight years since the popular poetry collection "Night Immigration" published in 2015.
If the exceptional sense of distance that creates an unfamiliar distance from everyday life is a characteristic of Kim Kyung-mi's black humor, then in this collection, that humor takes flight and flies even further.
In the heart that asks, “If you knew how much fun I have being alone/ Would worry turn to anger and jealousy,” there is a master of life who has chewed on sadness and even learned the sweetness of sadness.
To him, “the shame and resentment in my heart are also fun.”

■ The taste of playing with solitude

Is middle age the time when the “cloud’s warning that you must find solitude” sounds like a secret to life?
Solitude can't be easy, but when I say, "My exercise/ is to get dark once or twice a day," the difficult time of solitude turns into a time of daily life that I must diligently attend to, like keeping the exercise time I promised myself.
In this collection of poems, the sense of loneliness that comes with middle age has become more specific, sharp, and yet much more relaxed.
Because each of their unique solitude and loneliness found a way to become a unique element of life.
Anyone who has learned the use of solitude knows that the best approach and distinction in the moment of anger is to “use spacing instead of age, informality, horns and butts.”
The poet's advice sounds like a secret to life.

■ A taste that turns the annoying daily life upside down

Those who know the sweetness of sadness and can play with loneliness also know how to turn the annoying daily life around and have fun.
"11:59 PM on a Midwinter Night, an Aspiring Writer's Return Home" begins with the anxious and nervous mind of an aspiring writer who would likely end the day by blaming himself for having spent it without accomplishing anything.
But instead of blaming himself, the speaker laments that he “cannot write proper sentences” because “the blacks of the winter night and the dazzling streetlights like white paper” occupy the black and white and “use up all the expressions in the world.”
Rather than throwing stones at a world that rarely gives in, we should rather shame a world that nods like a stone.
The world won't change just by turning it over, but the taste of the world might change if you turn it over.


■ The sound of the sea, the rain, and the taste of peonies

“If I flip over, who will come out?” Isn’t all the suffering we experience in life ultimately a result of the wandering to find ‘myself’?
I am a 3D object.
If you want to experience me fully, you have to look at me in all three dimensions: length, width, and height.
In other words, we must observe everything from the perspective of the sea, the sound of rain, and the peonies.
The beauty of three-dimensional objects lies in the fact that their shape cannot be judged at a glance.
Solitude and loneliness are the conditions that give our lives dimension and are essential for a story worth watching.
In this funny story, “the twenty-five-year-old me/ and the thirty-one-year-old me/ argue, saying it’s because of you// and then hug each other/ and say nothing has changed,” and cry and laugh.
Only when I find my solitude amusing, when I become a viewer of my loneliness, do I become truly myself.
Does your world still deal with the sea, the sound of rain, and peonies?
Are we still dealing with that sad, lonely, and heartbreaking journey of finding 'me'?