문재인 — Korea’s New President, a Soliloquy

i am over the moon to be, for the first time in my life, living in a country with a liberal leader. After my total disillusionment with Western politics it comes as a surprise that Korea would vote in such a person. Yet, on reflection, it isn’t: sharing is a way of life here, people…

Mirror Soliloquy

i haven’t wrote a poem this complex for a long time. The symbols/archetypes in it are fluid & should be considered cautiously. i don’t say this about my poems, but for this one, i recommend a repeat reading at least, & a steady read, else i don’t think you’ll take much from it. i am…

Rant Soliloquy

i’ve been mostly off the radar this week, so much work & perhaps a bit too much booze & trying to oscillate between Foucault’s The Origin of Things (which is just now starting to make more sense after 160 pages that have taken a month to read), David Foster Wallace’s Consider the Lobster, which is…

Ferry Terminal Soliloquy

Written during my recent crossing to Seoul, of which the previous poems Ikea & Sewol Tragedy are linked. Ferry Terminal Soliloquy The scent of ginseng candy wafts from old ladies’ mouths, rattles their false teeth, lubricates dry tongues & throats with spice. People pointedly serious about schedules & tickets their handshakes warm enough to incubate…

Ikea Soliloquy

i wrote this to stave my boredom whilst inside the belly of the Ikea Leviathan. So this poem has been to hell & back. Ikea Soliloquy The magpies won’t exculpate us even though we scared off all their competitors & they alone occupy the cherry blossom on the brink of renewal — they’d do well…

Sewol Tragedy Soliloquy

Sewol Tragedy Soliloquy Bamboo has the elegance of Chinese symbols, tells of winters, keeping your chin up when cold delves in bone. The 3 year anniversary of the Sewol tragedy is in a few days— try telling those parents to keep their chins up; they’d pull the plug on the ocean, cause mass extinction to…

Travelling Soliloquy

Travelling Soliloquy On a cabinet in the ferry, a porcelain plate painted in blue with a Korean St Christopher type, almost as big as a mountain, crossing a bridge to a house, the door of which he will not fit — who lives in such a house, so tiny & remote? A friend? Prey for…

Comfort Girl Soliloquy

Sometime ago, not long after we opened the guesthouse a Korean American fella & two women he was working with visited me. They were working on an art project to raise awareness & address the horror experienced by comfort women during the Japanese occupation of Korea. They told me a little about what they went…

Guinness Soliloquy

The only poem about Guinness i know is this sonnet i have written, which if it is the only sonnet about Guinness, means it is the best sonnet about Guinness (he says with bated breath & a head full of self-delusion,& stout, haha). Mine’s a pint.   Guinness Soliloquy This white minded dark creature, bitterly…

Power Soliloquy

Been in Seoul where there is a never staunched flood of power in innumerable manifestations; so this poem seems a fitting expression of the contrast in power between city & country, though it doesn’t directly deal with that, this is an abstract expression of what power stands for to me. This sonnet is the closest…

dead Jindo soliloquy

Originally posted on Daniel Paul Marshall:
i hope Tim Miller at wordandsilence doesn’t mind that i quote his long poem To the House of the Sun in a sonnet about a dead Jindo? Dead Jindo Soliloquy Maggots dripping from its black mouth like molten Bramley oozing from a split in pastry. A white hire car…

dead Jindo soliloquy

i hope Tim Miller at wordandsilence doesn’t mind that i quote his long poem To the House of the Sun in a sonnet about a dead Jindo? Dead Jindo Soliloquy Maggots dripping from its black mouth like molten Bramley oozing from a split in pastry. A white hire car likely hit it: 99% more traffic…