시인들

Kim Young-rang's "Wearing Poison" It has been a long time since poison filled my chest. A new poison that has yet to harm anyone. My friend tells me to scatter that fearsome poison. I threaten, saying that poison might harm my friend too. Even if I live without poison, if you and I soon pass away, Innumerable generations will quietly flow by, And later, the earth will crumble into grains of sand. "It's all vanity!" they say, "Why wear poison?" Ah! Was there ever a day I lived without regretting my birth into this world? "It's all vanity!" But The wolves and jackals attacking from front and back are now targeting my heart. I am left to become the prey of beasts, to be torn and clawed alive. I will go forth, wearing my poison. To save my lonely soul on the last day. This work is particularly well-suited for 'adversity' as its theme is the will for a pure life and the confrontation with reality.

I want to die I want to live I want to die But I want to live Why do I want to die? Why do I want to live? Because I'm alone Because I'm with others Because I'm lonely Because I'm happy So... What is this feeling? What is this heart? What do I really want to do?

With too many thoughts, Sent too late, I feel like a fool again. Sometimes when I want to just do it quickly, It's when I want to throw away my thoughts. Too many thoughts only make me Struggle. Sometimes I just want to speak without thinking, Sometimes I just want to live without thinking, Sometimes I just want to be without thinking.

Back then, my self-esteem was lower than it is now, so I probably made you wait by harboring doubts about your confessions. Then, you said you were going abroad for studies, told me to think about it a lot, a lot, and then told me you met someone else overseas. At the time, I told myself it was okay as long as it was someone better than me, for both your sake and mine, as a form of comfort. But I guess that wasn't true. Because I still find myself thinking about you sometimes.

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Suddenly, we were madly, Awkwardly, shamelessly, Falling into thought, loving each other. I like this quote by Nabokov. Even if I sway like a derelict ship, I like you. Wearing a blood-stained gown, You return from the workshop and want me. Calling the birds that have flown away, From the evening window. Yes, we flow into each other. As if this is all we can do, Madly, we dig long tunnels into each other's bodies. Outside is always a cold operating room. On the bed of time, You and I were useless scalpels, Perhaps even the world's ominous burden. Hope, which rejected you, strangles my neck. Perhaps the world didn't invite us. It's painful, but to crawl towards the outside tomorrow as well, I tear off my oppression, your uniform, Turn off that cold sunset, You push forward with your whole body and run. The ambulance of tears runs. Into a secret room where nothing is feared, Where you and I die, And are brutally resurrected, We run through the desolate grave.

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Hating the path I walked, I harshly erase the path I took. Even if my paper tears, I erase. Hating my shadow, I strongly erase the traces of my reflection. Even if my eraser breaks, I erase. Hating the gazes upon me, I cruelly erase the gazes that see me. Even if my drawing smudges, I erase.

It lies on the plate The sweet food I craved so much In its most beautiful form It lies there It lies on the spoon The cool food I longed to lick In its most ticklish form It lies there It lies on the tongue The spicy food I yearned to chew In its most tempting form It lies there It lies on the molars The soft food I desperately wanted to swallow In its most dizzying form It lies there and is chewed Softly It wraps around the tongue Chewed Tenaciously Relieving the itchy gums It goes down the back of my throat That thing I wanted to eat so badly In its most hollow form It goes down Hollowly

We live. Doing things we don't want to, Not doing things we want to, Doing things we have to, Not doing things we shouldn't. I heard someone say, 'We live because we can't die.' Are we living because we can't die? What about those who die because they can't live? For them, for whom living isn't living and dying isn't dying, what meaning do these questions hold? One thing to remember is that, ultimately, we are alive. Biologically, we sustain life. The nature of the human species is ultimately the preservation of the species. What we must do is follow our nature. We do not die. I'm not talking about eternal life. Simply surviving, Surviving and maintaining life. Isn't that enough? Someday, The value of having survived Will be realized.