The world is oppressive, our environment threatening, the ground muddy. We inevitably become bogged down, buttocks-deep, skull-deep, mired in nausea. Objects and living beings are indistinguishable: everything is porous, conjoined. A crude, viscous matter spreads, clouding our vision, clogging our lungs, precluding any respite. We hear the murderous echo of Korea’s dictatorial regime, which resounded again in 2011 when thousands of pigs infected with foot-and-mouth disease were exterminated en masse. Kim Hyesoon’s collection of poems sets out line by line, via a process of mathematical accumulation and addition, the zero-sum game of the organized disappearance of living beings.
The pivotal word here is “distract,” as the poet herself makes clear: “I like the word ‘distract’ very much.” This can be interpreted in terms of the interlinked aims of the author’s two-pronged style. First, we may detect a kind of sidetracked attention, a dissipated desire to read the world while gleaning only snippets and scraps. “Are you distracted? I’m distracted.” After all, the “I” of these poems is the subject of a fundamental split, a division into pieces. And if the individual is broken up within the larger whole, “does that make connection impossible?” Pointless, then, to reveal the source of this anxiety and terror: better to describe its effects. An elegant lesson in poetry, telling any reader who “asks me to offer up a reality” or a reproduction of the everyday to abandon their expectations of coherence right away: “Dear Rabbit! Please leave reality on this paper.”
Or we can recall the etymological meaning of the word, dis-tract, draw apart, extract oneself from. “In the morning I want to separate myself from everything”: a concise summary of the process at work here. The individual has been shattered into pieces ever since a major conflict that has defined much of history, while paradoxically the living being attempts to piece everything back together again by any means possible, grabbing and snatching with a mad, whirling energy. Each sliver of life is swallowed up into this seething mass: a continuous solution exists between the flesh, “the knife fingers,” and un-obliging objects, between bodies and elem...
Kim Hyesoon is a poet and professor of creative writing at the Seoul Institute of the Arts. She has written twelve poetry collections, out of which Poor Love Machine; Sorrowtoothpaste Mirrorcream; All the Garbage of the World, Unite!; Mommy Must Be a Fountain of Feathers; and I’m Ok, I’m Pig! have been published in English. Her poetry has been featured and reviewed in The Independent, Guernica, Mānoa, The Margins, World Literature Today, and Po&sie.