I am a tomb robber who is robbing my own tomb. Things from my tomb are exhibited under the radiant sun. Every time it happens I feel crude.

Korean feminism has been swept away by popular culture. It became a sort of old-fashioned trend or a joke.

If someone asks, Is anyone alive? Break, your, head, open, and, show, your, ten, ta, cle.

It seems Korean women are enjoying a passive and fragile status, intoxicated by appearance. Not only feminism, but any serious discourse ends up being swept away by popular culture in Korea.

The language of poetry is not stuck in place. Nothing can own language. I think, however, the genre of poetry itself is very feminine and motherly.

I have to reach "the poetry condition" to write. Then it is as if the border around me is thinned or blurred or erased or disappeared or dead.

The body of poetry is nothing but energy, waves, rhythm.