August 3, 2020
Snapshots from a South Korean dissident poet
Snapshots from a South Korean dissident poet
If I dissolve when the push of the world comes in on me, I know now it is a form of longing, or rather, a longing for form
‘What he saw in this other world was the dust on men, not men themselves. It was the color of the land, not a history the land told.’
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