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The universe is as safe as a green apple
The universe is as safe as a green apple
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Book Introduction
"Is the room one night?"

Language that wanders endlessly in the poetic universe,
The first sentences that flicker before the countless doors that were created like that
First poetry collection published in Sohu!

A fresh feeling in your daily life!
The book of exchange adds 'poetry' to 'newness'!
Afterwards, Wonseong presented a "new grammar of poetry" through his poetry collection.
Sohu published "The Universe is Safe Like a Green Apple" and Wonseong simultaneously published "The Materials of Tragedy."

“The state of anxiety and reservation itself
“It shows how to endure life by giving shape to poetry.” _Park Dong-eok (literary critic)

Gyoyuseoga, which has steadily established a solid position by publishing in-depth books in the humanities and liberal arts, is finally taking its first step into the world of poetry by launching the 'Gyoyuseoga Poetry Collection' series.
It is our intention to expand the scope of existing publishing and provide readers with a new dimension of thought and sensibility.
As a start, the first poetry collection by the new poet Sohue, “The Universe is Safe Like a Green Apple,” was published.


The poet, who received the judges' comment (Kim Byeong-ho and Lee Byeong-il) when he won the New Writer's Award that "his inner strength is felt in his ability to bring out even the rhythm of language to reveal self-sufficient order and beauty in the world of his poetry," compiled 45 poems forged in the forest of language into four parts centered around "Moon."
The journey of this poetry collection, from 'Moon No. 365' to 'Moon No. ∞', is a poetic experiment that crosses the boundaries between everyday life and inner life, and a record of an unending exploration.

“While yearning for the freedom beyond, they loiter at the door or build a room, as if they have a premonition that it will soon collapse.
At the same time, that very hesitation confirms the poet's sincere desire for the 'first sentence' and his sincerity toward poetic freedom.” _「Commentary」
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Poet's words

Moon No. 365 | If the universe opens its window, your eyes might be blinded.


cloud hat
opaque status
extra ears
Oval Night
immoral mirror
line
The Lyrics of God
drive
memory
One-off school nights
Reason repeatedly observed

Door No. 12 | Has Sadness Passed Us Away?


Undried painting
Three Full Moon Buns
Prose, poetry, strange Chinese characters
Coming menu
Model time
horn
An apology that sounds like something I'd say
The best we
It's raining all outside
A statue of burning tears
visit

Door No. 24 | I didn't tell anyone


toaster
I didn't tell anyone
Spitting
How come
My feelings are intimate with my lips
Come in yourself
Scenes and stories
Daily life alone
Basic tasks that don't work for you
Possible country
Night wash

Door No. ∞ | Everything white and shiny is like a door


Just weak hitters
Shubung
sweater
upright
Possible Island
A span of space
Expressionless is possible
cooking
A sip of door
Flight No. Location
In the forest where there is no one
White and soft door

Commentary | The Poetics of Closed Doors | Park Dong-eok (Literary Critic)

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Into the book
If we throw cliffs all around, we will only end up with despair.
Inside the shoe someone left on the railing, only a cloud remains, like a deflated balloon.
There is a door there too, and inside the door is a hat, and the next sentence is, I write clouds as if protesting, so that everyone can survive before darkness comes.
There are clouds in the sky, and there are doors that do not fall, and tomorrow, which rolls down, has no arrival, and people come up to me and look up at my hat intently.
--- From "Cloud Hat"

There's a song you're into these days
He began to sing in a thin voice.

When the universe opens a window
Your eyes might hurt

I don't know, but I hummed along.
Humming towards you
--- From "The Night of the Oval"

If I go back home like this
I'm sure I'll have nightmares every night

I will survive longer than the nightmare
Because I'm not confident

Just press the accelerator pedal hard
So that we can sit down again

But I had a grain of courage
If there is no bold future to weigh down the sadness,

Will everyone die?
--- From "Drive"

The outline of your feelings is as wrinkled as dried fruit.
We no longer feel each other's feelings

The mindset to get through this period with ease
I want to feed you to your heart's content
--- From "Coming Menu"

When I was halfway through eating the sweet potato, I noticed a small sore on my upper lip.
Oh, you have the same red corners too.
Have we ever kissed?
We've become friends who now speak to each other, make eye contact, and even lie to each other occasionally.
I happen to eat everything except the shell.
You are looking inside carefully without stopping to eat.
I couldn't taste anything, but you tilted your head and seemed to be tasting it little by little.
--- From "Somehow"

My father handed me an empty glass.
You have no guts.
Yes, your father is weak in business.
So please stop talking.

We hugged each other with drunken faces, stroked our faces that had darkened after crying and laughing once more, and hugged and patted our shoulders that were about to fall to the floor, as if we were confident in that.

The saying that I can only find myself if I fall and break
Deciding not to believe anymore
--- From "I Come In"

You ask me what's so funny, I just laughed because the man and woman on TV looked exactly like us, but your tone was so serious that I playfully tapped your shoulder, and your smooth, white face fell off my bent neck and rolled towards the TV.

I think I've seen this scene before
Is it Jaebang?
--- From "Scenes and Stories"

I open a book and wash my face.
There is a scent in the book that surpasses screams
There is an innocent smile that opens and closes despair.

I soak my face in that smile

Small, round, young hands flocked in
Without ever learning it anywhere
I started cutting out the crimes

The beauty that will be told
Infinite
--- From "Night Washing"

Publisher's Review
From everyday life to infinity,
Poetics in front of a closed 'door'


In this collection of poems, ‘door’ is not a simple spatial boundary.
The poet repeatedly calls out to those who hesitate at the door, and in that moment of hesitation, he seeks out the place where language blossoms.
And then, rather than reaching a clear conclusion or a complete self, the state of hesitation and wandering itself is elevated to an aesthetic.
The speaker of "Drive" tries to push away his anxiety by "stepping hard on the accelerator" and "sitting down face to face again" on the way back from seeing "you" off, saying, "If I go back home like this/ I'm sure I'll have nightmares every night."
Yet, he hesitates, saying, “But did I have even a grain of courage?”

You are sitting with a cold face.
A thud fell over my head, like a bird's egg.

It didn't break even after being rolled around.
You running among the dying trees

When we reached the cliff
I kicked it with all my might

I whispered in your ear
The universe is as safe as a green apple
_「A Span of the Universe」

"The Universe is Safe Like a Green Apple" depicts a landscape where something grows even within a closed world.
The emotions that make you laugh, the language that makes you laugh, the wounds that make you laugh constantly stir between the lines of the poem.
It resembles a grand metaphor called 'universe'.
The end is unknown, but within it, everything changes and circulates little by little.
The poet looks at “you running among the dying trees,” and believes that it is not despair, but another form of the world that is “safe like a green apple.”

A man who has never had a room, who dreams every night of losing something, stands on a bridge and knocks on the air.
Is the room one night? A sharp voice pierced the deep night city.
Since morning had not yet come, you stopped and looked back.
_「One-Time School Night」

The question, “Is a room one night?” asks about the relationship between the self and the world, while also asking about the reason for the existence of poetry.
The poet hesitates before that question.
But that lingering is not a pause, but a preparation for the next sentence.
The confession that “I started writing the first sentence” (from “Myself Enters”) reads like a pledge the poet makes to himself and to the world.
In “The Universe is Safe as a Green Apple,” instead of achieving perfect understanding or attainment, the poet endlessly writes and collides, listening to the “closed door.”
So, Sohu's poetry is both unstable and solid.
Like a green apple, it is strong and safe, growing at its own rhythm in the center of the world.

Poet's words

All good dreams and nightmares have stopped

I am somewhere
The hidden worlds

As if I'm going to pour everything out
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: November 6, 2025
- Page count, weight, size: 156 pages | 222g | 125*210*10mm
- ISBN13: 9791194523932
- ISBN10: 1194523935

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