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Literature, PoetryAugust 6, 2016

Seven Years After My Literary Debut

Artwork by Devon Reiffer. Image courtesy of the artist.

Artwork by Devon Reiffer. Image courtesy of the artist.

I wanted to end it.
I wanted to escape from my own grip and drop dead like a bird.
I wanted to be banished to the dead zone of poetry
and peck at my poems endlessly.
That’s how things used to be.

Poetry? I don’t have a clue about it anymore.
Dedications and contributions? To whom, for what?
Should I tear off my sorrow and donate it to you, honey?
Ew, did I really say “honey”?
Evil spirits, get out of here!
If I have to erect anything, it’ll be your cock.

I run a bit then gasp for breath.
I hold onto the rope and walk along the roadside.
I hang from an icy cliff and yell,
Come all extremities, unbearable borders!
I put on a desperate act,
but what I really need is a pair of socks.
I don’t want pity, and fuck conquering the summit.
I don’t have a flag to mount anyway.

I think I’ll hop on and join the car parade, unauthorized.
If I’m lucky, they’ll take a good photo from my best angle.
Amidst the weeping masses and cheering compatriots
I’ll become hysterical as we near the cemetery.
To heighten my hysteria, I’ll restrain myself and take a detour.
Oh, this happy ending sounds so phony!
It’s because my megalomania is stuck to a grilled pork belly.

When was the last time we were so close together?
Give me all you’ve got. Leave me alone
whether I get sliced up like a sashimi or done in by my bad luck.

I’m fine if things end right now.
Did I really brag like that?
If I don’t want to write anymore, I’ll just quit.
My idle days seem more meaningful than ever.
I miss the days when I didn’t give a shit.

I was so busy that I didn’t even enjoy the scenery.
It’s just like when I write something shitty.
Did I throw a fit, kicking and screaming,
saying I’d rather die than get up from my desk?
True love’s like that. You feverishly defend your dogma
and never get around to the penetration.
I’ve failed in both life and death.

If I were you, I would have done exactly the same.
I’m going – your voice in my head is my only friend.
No, I’ll go. I feel as if I’m being dragged instead. I’m totally nuts.
I think I left her out of my reach for too long.
It’s been almost ten years.
My shitty talent: I didn’t even recognize you.
You open your rotting mouth and blabber.

Goodbye, I was sad but my tears dried soon enough.
I work hard but I succeed.
Hey, you’re using messed-up syntax.
The gallows are almost fixed.
They’re using the rope that I dragged here.
Do you want it hung here?
Should I kick the chair for you?
We’ll hug briefly, then get strangled.
Like a bird’s neck caught in a hammock.
Like flowers in the grave.

~ Kim Yideum, trans. from Korean by Ji Yoon Lee, Don Mee Choi and Johannes Göransson

Kim Yideum (1969 – present) is a good example of Korean women’s poetry burgeoning after a period of taboos and stereotyping of women’s bodies and poetic diction. Influenced by feminist writers such as Sylvia Plath and Kim Hyesoon, and avant-garde writer Yi Sang, Kim Yideum writes confessional and surreal poetry, breaks out of the box of contemporary Korean society, brings out its shadows, its margins, its abandoned and dead. She also touches upon the themes of media, society, and the individual, and even Korean poetry as an institution.

Don Mee Choi is the author of ‘Hardly War’ (Wave Books, 2016) and ‘The Morning News Is Exciting’ (Action Books, 2010), and a translator of contemporary Korean women poets. Her most recent translation is Kim Hyesoon’s ‘Poor Love Machine’ (Action Books, 2016).

Johannes Göransson is the author of six books, including most recently ‘The Sugar Book’ (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2015), and has translated a number of poets from Swedish to English. He has also written criticism about translation theory, and is currently working on a book on the subject. Born outside of Lund, Sweden, Göransson has lived in the U.S. for many years, and currently teaches at the University of Notre Dame. Together with Joyelle McSweeney, he edits Action Books.

Ji Yoon Lee is the author of ‘Foreigner’s Folly’ (Coconut Books, 2014), ‘Funsize/Bitesize’ (Birds of Lace, 2013), and ‘IMMA’ (Radioactive Moat, 2012). She is the winner of the Joanna Cargill prize (2014), and her manuscript was a finalist for the 1913 First Book Prize (2012).She was born in South Korea and came to the United States as a teen. She received her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Notre Dame.

This translation of ‘Seven Years After My Literary debut’ originally appeared in ‘Cheer Up, Femme Fatale’ (Action Books, 2016). The editors wish to thank Action Books for generously granting permission to republish the translation here.

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Devon ReifferDon Mee ChoiJi Yoon LeeJohannes GöranssonKim YideumKoreanModern and Contemporary Korean Women Poetspoetrytranslations

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April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

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