Kim Ha-neul, who debuted in 2012 with Poetry and Anti-Poetry, has published her second poetry collection, Gently Drifting Into Your Hell, as Typist Poet Series No. 012.
This collection of poems, published nine years after his first collection of poems, "Sham Tomato," meticulously explores the deepest layers of loss and love, and shows the face of language that is revealed only when a person's emotions reach rock bottom.

Kim Ha-neul's poetry, with its language originating from the darkest points of life, reconstructs the poet's world like a myth.
In that world, shadows of loss and fragments of love intertwine, revealing dark yet dazzling sentences.
He records the trajectory of love that manifests itself in the form of hell, and gazes at the face of emotion that can only be seen after sorrow has passed.
As critic Jeon So-young said in her recommendation, love reveals its true form in the “resistance of sadness” and the “buoyancy of relief.”
"Into Your Hell" is a record of love that endlessly returns after passing through the very hell of love.

Even after reading the letter from that day, which said that it was a season that made even the inside of clothes feel cold.
There is a temperature in my records, if that becomes your narrative.
If we were to give a name to this involuntary love, no, this is a nonsensical tale called love.
Maybe I am your limit that has banished you.
So, the hell that is being me.
--- From "This is our existence"

Friends who only thought about death when the sun rose and their eyes opened
I got a job in Seoul, had a child, and met the Lord.
No, there's one in the columbarium too
--- From "What We Became When We Grew Up"

Slippery snow is always uncomfortable, and I hate the 'winter where it's all about you' that makes me fall into vague feelings.
I hate that I have to make resolutions like 'I won't die next year' in my diary at the end of the year.
Maybe it's a good thing I don't have the courage.
How long can I pursue you in this city where a heavy snow warning is issued whenever I forget?
--- From "A heavy snow warning was issued that day"

Because life isn't always one lucky night in Iceland.
I'm just here
Pray for loneliness like tar
19 seconds passed
This lonely impurity that amazes the body
My solitude is aesthetic,
I promise you'll like it
--- From "My Solitude is Aesthetics"

As our smooth life slowly erodes away, we embrace with melancholy, remembering the times when we served with true love.

The habit of crying while lying down isn't pretty.
I want to throw away candies that are too sweet and don't melt.
I don't imagine a future that will be a sin
Because we are all just human
--- From "Prussian Blue"

So, you know there is a god who is constantly being banished? Coming through the light, coming through the air, coming through the throat of a bird.
In the big dream, there is me and there is you.
They say that at the lowest point there is a fallen god.
So Christmas never came?
--- From "Lose or Save"

Everyone will eventually hate me, so why are you acting so nice now? I was glad you called me a spirited person that day, and I'm grateful you told me you'd despise me forever. I can already feel my pulse turning sour, and I'm convinced this is the most thrilling form of depression. I know because I've been wrong countless times.

It's a good thing we broke up so easily without hurting each other.
--- From "The Most Thrilling Form of Depression"

My profession is a poet
My main job is being a crazy bitch, that's me
I usually watch documentaries and eat mala-tang.
If you're bored, watch the National Geographic Channel.
Aren't you curious about the self-reliance of life and things like that?
What will the world be like after humans?

--- From "Classical Surplus"