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Review – Dostoevsky’s Double

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In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.

In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.

A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.

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마음

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가끔은
알지 못하던 진실을 알게 되었을 때
살점이 찢어 뜯겨 나가는듯한 고통이 찾아 온다.
정신을 차리고 돌아 봤을 땐
무엇이 중요한지 잊을 때가 있다.

그럴 땐 나는 뛰기 시작 한다.
앞만 보고 모든걸 놓고 뛴다.
헐떡이는 폐와 심장이
비로소 나는 살아 있다는 걸
깨닫게 해준다.

살아있는 이 감사함에
다시 한번 발을 내딛는다.
11.17.2021

Fire potato

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a potato on fire rolls down the hill,
in the darkness of night sky, it is a shooting star.
what is there to lose, when we are already losing to ever faster speed of time.
better to rock and roll, bumping into things
and cracking things open, such as your heart,
so that it will shed all the dirty residues
and shine as the purest gem.

it hurts, it’s supposed to hurt.
don’t let go of that grip of your grit
and get on with it. see things for yourself.
good things are out there.

11.13.2021

Apology

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yes, my emotions is like color black,
worn off of cool blue, dreamy green,
energetic orange, outrageous red,
it bears the color black like wounds.

there are blind spots to color black
I forget some people don’t have black
when I touch them, it sizzles like
a white A4 paper touching leaflets of
stove fire

yes, it’s a self-pity
yes, I need to get over it already
yes, though I do apologize to you.

10.9.2021

Burn

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It burns. It hurts. And it won’t stop.
like dynamite tip lit on unceasing spark
silently it continues its way down the spine

long submerged questions surface:
‘why did you leave’ – I wonder.
‘you don’t have it’ – I admit.
‘you don’t deserve’ -yes, yes. I know.

I thought I had spent enough tears
to mourn for youthful soul

perhaps I outlived my deadline.
perhaps this is a sign.

It’s been so cold. It’s been so bitter.
Perhaps I was long gone already,
just hoping for more.
Perhaps now is the time to let go.

It’s been a good run, no regret about it.
Now, leave while the going is good.

9.26.2021