“Fifty” by Lee Yeong-Gwang
It’s been a blur, vague like the names of characters I can’t quite remember from a Russian novel I’ve read, but I am fifty. Disorienting, like an old sexual desire which eats Viagra to be...
Korean Literature in Translation
by Jibril · Published Wednesday, April 30th, 2014 · Last modified Wednesday, December 27th, 2017
It’s been a blur, vague like the names of characters I can’t quite remember from a Russian novel I’ve read, but I am fifty. Disorienting, like an old sexual desire which eats Viagra to be...
by Jibril · Published Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 · Last modified Thursday, July 23rd, 2020
Don’t open up to me about how lonely you are, how burdened you are, how much you want to go crazy, how sane you are,about the bugs in your heart, the moths in your wardrobe,...
by Jibril · Published Sunday, April 20th, 2014 · Last modified Tuesday, January 23rd, 2018
I received a letter which held yesterday. The path that had always trailed behind you suddenly disappeared, and everything that wasn’t the path went with it. Scattered stones which played with us as kids hide away their faces. I...
by Jibril · Published Thursday, April 10th, 2014 · Last modified Saturday, January 21st, 2017
After much time has passed, a weak bookmark will make these pages fall. In the past, my heart filled so many booklets. Foolish, but there was much to write. I was anxious in the open...
May, 1996: 19 year-old me is slowly slipping further away from home. The backs of a few buildings have already begun to blur by the time I arrive at the bus stop, bra strap adjusted...
by Jibril · Published Friday, April 4th, 2014 · Last modified Friday, October 14th, 2016
Gaze secretly downwards on clear days through clearness on rainy days through rain in dew in flowers in the morning star… my love in all creation it is you I see. 그윽히 굽어보는 눈길...
by Jibril · Published Wednesday, April 2nd, 2014 · Last modified Thursday, July 23rd, 2020
Some poets, on seeing a wheel, want to roll. Some painters, on seeing a flat surface lifted up, want to walk along inside it. Me, on seeing worn planks raised up and scattered, I want...