You Have Reached the End of the Future

Pa-wuh
Traffic
Light
Hunting Prohibited
Before the Law
Loss of Sight
Glasses
Evening Bell
White Acts / One Hundred Lines
Let’s Not Laugh Too Loudly
Jigukchong Jigukchong
The Day the Hat Disappeared
Shatterproof
Infinitude
The Shakes
Scentless
Phantasming Film
Metronome
Waking Hour
You Have Reached the End of the Future

Poet’s Notes
Poet’s Essay
Commentary
What They Say About Hwang Inchan

What is the act of writing? What is poetry? And what is the act of writing poetry?
When I think of things like this, I feel boundlessly frustrated. Someone said poetry is free but what I find there is only confinement and the premonition of confinement. A bird is not free. A bird is only as free as it has been permitted. Just as a cage without the bird is freedom to Gim Choon-soo, poetry’s confinements appear to me as freedom. What we see is not the freedom of poetry but the dream of freedom a poem dreams, and even that we cannot touch or see properly. Poetry that dreams of infinite freedom is beautiful but it is beautiful because it is useless and impossible. Like others, I am drawn to its uselessness.
From Poet’s Note