Homo Maskus

Funeral Flowers
A Dandelion
Tree and Chair
What's That...?
Berlin Morning
A Day in Copenhagen
Fermented Love
A Duck
Insomnia
Aged Sixty
Offerings for the Dead
In Gaoan Village
Last Statement, Rewritten
May, Occasional Morning Rain
Decalcomania
A Beautiful Lifetime
Farther than the Moon
Keep on Pushing
Whistling
Homo Maskus

Poet's Note
The Poet's Essay
Commentary
What They Say About Kim Soo-yeol

The year that started with masks is ending with masks.
How often have I left my mask behind and had to go back for it?
Looking back, it’s all my fault.
The past days of heedless living are observing my behavior closely today.
- From Poet’s Note

The poems of things that have not yet come may also be related to the poet’s age, sixty. These poems gauge the future based on the years that the poet has lived and unfold thoughts on the death that does not feel far away. In this way, the poet endures, feeling “bleak like six in the evening in late autumn.“
- From Commentary