Women in Korean myths disappear after giving birth. The reason they were born is to produce sons.

Poems are ways of saying you clearly remember the day of your death and your tomb. When I am writing poetry, I relive my days when a woman inside me dies many times.

Women who have been disappeared by violence are howling. The voices of disappeared women are echoing. I sing with these voices.

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.

If you happen to live in Korea, you might always suffer from anger towards people in power, because of political and social problems. I felt gloomy under this social dictatorship. Looking back, I feel like I never saw a sunrise in Seoul. When I was at university, the policemen used to measure how short the women's mini-skirts were and how long guys' hair was. We were living under a government that considers her people to be soldiers.

When I first started to write poetry, I used to feel as if my tongue would go numb.

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