Appearances

There will be a Yoon Yong poem today & tomorrow. I promise. Appearances   …My cheekbones are fine | my chin if a little chiseled. I don’t agree with where my hair parts   the same as my father’s | not symmetrical like my mother. Glad I got mother’s long legs   but my father’s…

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Nostalgia

Yoon Yong. Nostalgia   …The morning news buzzing in the background… —Her father stopped reading the newspaper   when his sight grew dim. She liked to see him read: she felt in good hands |   that her father could guide her. She tried to replicate the paper’s cackle   with other materials—my own onomatopoeia…

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It must be the final day

Yoon Yong wakes into her final day on Jeju Island. This isn’t the last of the series, but it’s coming. It must be the final day   …At dawn | the magpie matinee | oriole | finch | white eye | starling | wren & sparrow shaking the air | the thick brush   &…

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The dilemma of loving a child

Yoon Yong is edging closer to the end now. Just so you know, hagwons, in Korea, are privately run academies, which children attend as well as school. They are largely English academies, however there are math, science & art hagwons too. They fill a void school’s cannot fill due to the Korean school system not…

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The revolution was televised

Still a bit to go from the Yoon Yong poems.  The revolution was televised   …The protest to impeach Park Geun-hye on those cold December nights when the people cupped LED candles for “moral warmth”   & made Gyeongbokgung resemble a map of the observable universe circumscribed with its own light   —it was then I…

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Metaphor to Magnify

Metaphor to magnify This may be a bit rambling, it may chime, but this is a semi-riff-with-structured-argument on a number of books (provided at the end) I have read in the past month (except Being & Time, which I am currently reading, but which has featured in good measure in Morton’s & Harman’s books). I…

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I edited the zen space

Title says it all. I edited the inimitable Marie Marshall’s journal of zen bones, the zen space. I was asked in winter & due to snowballing circumstances it took me a while to snap myself round; but I did, it is done, you can read it here, there’s some good stuff & photography by me.…

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