10_Still, warmth is needed.

In October, I worked diligently on four projects, but I ended up being late a lot. Even though I wondered if I was too easily wasting time that would never come back, I wanted to let go of the compulsion to deviate from the right answer even when I was taking a break. The end comes anyway. When it comes to time, he is honest and inconsiderate. Now that I’m at the end of my 34-day vacation, I actually have no thoughts.

It was great, I was proud, I realized something, I learned something, etc. There was nothing in particular.

I just felt a lot of warmth surrounding me.

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-.There are times when the lyrics come to my ears while listening to a song. Just because something comes into your ear doesn’t mean it immediately becomes yours. Moreover, in the case of pop songs, there is often a time difference between what is heard and what is interpreted. The three pop songs quoted in this poem are songs I often listened to in my early twenties. I naturally looked up the lyrics, and through literal translation and paraphrase, I was able to fall in love with the song again. In Prince’s , “I just wanted to see you covered in purple rain”, in Bob Dylan’s <Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door>, “Long dark clouds are hanging down. It feels like knocking on heaven’s door”, and in Alan Parsons Project’s , “After saying our last goodbyes, we ended up in the opposite direction.” I never once thought that these sentences would go into poetry. Then, when I happened to find the Little Red-spotted Blue-spotted Butterfly in an insect book, I was captivated by its color and pattern. It was a picture of him sitting on the tip of his finger, and he looked uneasy for some reason. Because it looked like the butterfly was about to flap its wings. An image flashed through my mind of someone I met at a club, fell in love with immediately, and eventually left. The person who flew away like a butterfly had suddenly become the man wearing a fedora that appears in the Tetris game. The worry, ‘Could these pieces become poetry?’ crossed the United States, England, Spain, and Cuba in my imagination. Games that people don’t play anymore, clubs that don’t open no matter how much you knock, butterflies that you can’t catch… … Impossible things started to come to mind. Becoming a poet and knowing poetry are always unpredictable things. The first meeting never comes again.

by Oh Eun (poet)

-.I have no regrets about the fact that at some point, I have lived more days than I will ever live. Then there were days when it snowed, then days when it rained, and then days when the wind blew, so many times passed in my life. Although I couldn’t jump up every time, what got me up was the sound of snow falling and someone shouting, “It’s snowing!” Thanks to this, I was able to live by pretending to be a human being. In the future, it will snow, then it will rain, then flowers will bloom, and then the flowers will fall. Every time, someone will shout out, “It’s snow, it’s rain, it’s flowers.” When you think like that, you don’t have any worries about the days ahead. Then, if the day comes when nothing happens, there will be nothing to worry about. Because that will happen.

by Kim Yeon-soo (novelist)

-.I still don’t know much about poetry. However, after hearing someone say that there is no such thing as a ‘good’ way to read poetry, and that appreciation is all about the ‘emotion’ you feel, I also let go of the compulsion to understand everything. This was my first time doing it, as I had to be savvy enough to memorize everything from the person’s profile to their personal history. The aesthetics of letting go. I started applying it to my poetry collection. I changed my perspective to just read it and digest the ‘emotions’ I felt. Maybe I’m reading a collection of poetry that’s really immature by some people’s standards. However, although there are standards in mathematics, there are no standards in poetry, which is the virtue of poetry that I have realized today.

by Heart-warming letter written by Dudtanji

-.But I think rejection is neither good nor bad.

Rejecting the person I am is not rejecting myself, but rejecting part of what I have.

by 2nd season Yeongho

-. by Kang Ji-i (poet)

I bought a drawer

laying down on the floor

It’s white and square.

What should I put in

The things I decided to put in

Because I didn’t go in

So these days

You put me in a drawer and go around

I’m just thinking about the drawers.

Then everyone

They say I became a person

Praise

I give it to you

-.Why did you get divorced? question. People are too easily curious about other people’s pain and sadness.

by <Idol Singles 2> performer

-.What is sister love? You can’t even see it… People blindly believe in love and are confident… I wonder why…

Most of it is desire.

by unknown Ask anything

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-.What we do in our free time is a hobby. It’s really about making time for yourself. I had two. Going for a walk and writing poetry. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I think those two things that I did without anyone telling me made me who I am today. Of course, I live a busy life with a lot of work, but I always aim to live a flâneur-like life. A person who has the freedom to expand or contract their life on their own.

by unknown

-.Always loosen all solidarity, solidarity, and bindings to a minimum. But not to the point where it breaks.

So, I want to remember that there is freedom within me and, as always, live lightly.

by unknown

by <Plop! Into Complete Rest> Woo Ji-hyeon (Painter/Writer)

-.In the water, I become transparent. You can see me inside and out. In the process of swimming, I come to understand what my body’s characteristics are, what positions I’m comfortable in, what I’m fundamentally afraid of, how I accept my limitations, how weak and how strong I am, and things I’ve never known before. I unexpectedly discover myself and face my inner self.

-.It is impossible to exert any more strength. The power we had was extinguished. Nevertheless, they live with excessive energy. I live by working hard, giving strength, and creating strength that does not exist. It seems like being strong has become such a habit that I’ve forgotten how to let go. How can I relieve my strength? There is someone who shows the method with his whole body. This is the woman in Sergei Piskunov’s painting. He is floating on the water with his arms raised. (omitted) He is a person who realized the principle that if you lose strength, it will rise further. You can gain strength only by losing strength.

-.There is a certain sincerity in swimming. Go only as far as you can, using your own strength. There are no lies or embellishments there. There are no tricks or tricks. There are only people who follow their path steadily and sincerely. That’s where the truth of life shines brighter than anything else.

-.Everyone wants to be alone, but they also want to be with someone. I want solitude, but I don’t like being lonely. I hate being noisy, but being isolated is scary. It’s tiring when we’re too close to each other, but we still need warmth. Alone and together, both are possible in the swimming pool.

-. On my way back home, I smelled the smell of grilled butter and I thought of my dad who would tell me that he was bored. One day, the limeade written on the menu reminded me of you, who loved limes. It reminds me of the movement of the verb to rise. When you press a balloon floating in water, it submerges, but when you release it, it returns to its original position. Each object has an inevitable floating volume. It resembles love. Things I love suddenly come to mind: grilled squid, limeade, my favorite fruit, etc. that I met along the way. It comes to me suddenly, without me knowing when or where it will appear. I thought they had the volume that reminded me of them. It’s strange, I think it reminds me of a heart that is full without any gaps. I’m not sure if it comes to mind because I love it or if I love it because it comes to mind, but I feel helpless when I press it and it comes to mind. It suddenly happened like that.

by her_612