In The Book of Wei, thus is said: “2,000 years ago, there was Dangun Wanggeom. He chose Asadal as the capital and founded a nation. It was named Joseon. This was the same period as Emperor Yao.” #
In the Records of Old, thus is said: “In ancient times, there was Hwan In. His illegitimate son Hwan Ung pondered all that was under heaven, and he yearned the human realm.#
In the Records of Old, thus is said: “In ancient times, there was Hwan In. His illegitimate son Hwan Ung pondered all that was under heaven, and he yearned the human realm.#
The father came to know of his son’s thoughts and gazed upon Samwi Taebaek, which he found suitable to broadly benefit the human world, so he gave Hwan Ung the three heavenly treasures, and sent him to rule them.#
Hwan Ung, with 3,000 attendants, descended upon Taebaek Mountain, and underneath the holy tree, calling that place a city of the gods. He is called Hwanung, the Heavenly King.#
He led the Count of the Wind, the Minister of the Rain, and the Minister of the Clouds to control harvest, to control life, to control disease, to control punishments, to control good and evil, and to control over 360 other matters of humanity, and brought order while residing in the human realm.#
Two birds flew by my kitchen window. The birds’ necks were as thick as a human’s. I could clearly see the bird flying in front, and the bird next to it looked blurry, but I could tell that they were of the same species. As the first bird flew near me, I saw its face. The bird had a human face. When I woke up from the dream, I knew …#
2. Day / Fri. Aug. 4 : Cycle 1 Knot: eternal drifting / trapped / nameless. TextWork & Time#
3. Day / Mon. Aug. 7 : Cycle 2 Untying: the journey / rising Dancingness & Shape/#
4. Day / Wed. Aug. 9 : Cycle 2 Untying: the journey / rising Dancingness & Shape/Movement#
5. Day / Fri. Aug. 11 : Outdoor Knot: meeting/medicine - shared tears Singingness #
Korean shamanic myth of Bari Gongju—a story about resistance and restoration. The story describes the life of the seventh daughter of an ancient king of Joseon. Because she was a girl, Bari Kongjoo was abandoned by her parents, cast away in Hwangcheon[2], and left for eternal drifting. Her name, Bari, means “buhrida” (throwing away or abandoning) in Korean and implies a nameless state. As punishment for this abandonment, the king fell ill of an incurable disease. When Bari learned of her father’s illness, she journeyed to Heaven and cured him with the medicine that she had retrieved. The king offered Bari half of the palace as reward. However, Bari chose instead to become a goddess who guides souls. She turned into a ghost and has been ferrying souls across the river of life and death ever since. The soul that can cross borders and traverse separate worlds in the myth of Princess Bari (Gongju).#
Two birds flew by my kitchen window. The birds’ necks were as thick as a human’s. I could clearly see the bird flying in front, and the bird next to it looked blurry, but I could tell that they were of the same species. As the first bird flew near me, I saw its face. The bird had a human face. When I woke up from the dream, I knew …#
I was angry at myself for not asking why two birds had appeared in my dream. I felt as if my face had been buried in the sand. … I called out for birds endlessly.#
my trypophobia intensified. Now I can’t stand seeing clusters of holes. I can’t bring myself to open any containers filled with matchsticks, toothpicks, and cotton swabs.#
I see are the holes of the consonant ᄋ[4]. Those little vacuous holes stare at me. Soonᄒ[5] consonants. Next are consonants ᄆ[6], then ᄇ[7]. I had no choice but to read books in English. But then I found “o’s” in English. I begin to detest the letters “a,” “b,” “d,” “p,” “q” in this order. Also capital “Q” and “R.” I can only read after I black out the letters with my pen. But there are still too many hole letters. The book eventually is completely blackened. I throw out poetry books filled with blackened letters. …I fall into selective mutism once again.[8] #
I erase the ᄋᄆᄆ consonants from 엄마 ŏmma [mommy] and leave only the ᅥ,ᅡ vowels. ᅥ ᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ,ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ[9]#
Erased consonants look for me, or don’t. What’s found is the erased, so it’s no better than not#
looking in the first place; the not-looking acknowledges the erased, so it’s also no better than not looking. Therefore, I keep erasing until the erased consonants pat me, hug me, take me away, and speak to me. ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ … The sound of me crying when I take myself away as I leave this world ᄋᄆ ᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ. The sound of real crying.#
In The Book of Wei, thus is said: “2,000 years ago, there was Dangun Wanggeom. He chose Asadal as the capital and founded a nation. It was named Joseon. This was the same period as Emperor Yao.” #
In the Records of Old, thus is said: “In ancient times, there was Hwan In. His illegitimate son Hwan Ung pondered all that was under heaven, and he yearned the human realm.#
In the Records of Old, thus is said: “In ancient times, there was Hwan In. His illegitimate son Hwan Ung pondered all that was under heaven, and he yearned the human realm.#
The father came to know of his son’s thoughts and gazed upon Samwi Taebaek, which he found suitable to broadly benefit the human world, so he gave Hwan Ung the three heavenly treasures, and sent him to rule them.#
Hwan Ung, with 3,000 attendants, descended upon Taebaek Mountain, and underneath the holy tree, calling that place a city of the gods. He is called Hwanung, the Heavenly King.#
He led the Count of the Wind, the Minister of the Rain, and the Minister of the Clouds to control harvest, to control life, to control disease, to control punishments, to control good and evil, and to control over 360 other matters of humanity, and brought order while residing in the human realm.#
Two birds flew by my kitchen window. The birds’ necks were as thick as a human’s. I could clearly see the bird flying in front, and the bird next to it looked blurry, but I could tell that they were of the same species. As the first bird flew near me, I saw its face. The bird had a human face. When I woke up from the dream, I knew …#
2. Day / Fri. Aug. 4 : Cycle 1 Knot: eternal drifting / trapped / nameless. TextWork & Time#
3. Day / Mon. Aug. 7 : Cycle 2 Untying: the journey / rising Dancingness & Shape/#
4. Day / Wed. Aug. 9 : Cycle 2 Untying: the journey / rising Dancingness & Shape/Movement#
5. Day / Fri. Aug. 11 : Outdoor Knot: meeting/medicine - shared tears Singingness #
Korean shamanic myth of Bari Gongju—a story about resistance and restoration. The story describes the life of the seventh daughter of an ancient king of Joseon. Because she was a girl, Bari Kongjoo was abandoned by her parents, cast away in Hwangcheon[2], and left for eternal drifting. Her name, Bari, means “buhrida” (throwing away or abandoning) in Korean and implies a nameless state. As punishment for this abandonment, the king fell ill of an incurable disease. When Bari learned of her father’s illness, she journeyed to Heaven and cured him with the medicine that she had retrieved. The king offered Bari half of the palace as reward. However, Bari chose instead to become a goddess who guides souls. She turned into a ghost and has been ferrying souls across the river of life and death ever since. The soul that can cross borders and traverse separate worlds in the myth of Princess Bari (Gongju).#
Two birds flew by my kitchen window. The birds’ necks were as thick as a human’s. I could clearly see the bird flying in front, and the bird next to it looked blurry, but I could tell that they were of the same species. As the first bird flew near me, I saw its face. The bird had a human face. When I woke up from the dream, I knew …#
I was angry at myself for not asking why two birds had appeared in my dream. I felt as if my face had been buried in the sand. … I called out for birds endlessly.#
my trypophobia intensified. Now I can’t stand seeing clusters of holes. I can’t bring myself to open any containers filled with matchsticks, toothpicks, and cotton swabs.#
I see are the holes of the consonant ᄋ[4]. Those little vacuous holes stare at me. Soonᄒ[5] consonants. Next are consonants ᄆ[6], then ᄇ[7]. I had no choice but to read books in English. But then I found “o’s” in English. I begin to detest the letters “a,” “b,” “d,” “p,” “q” in this order. Also capital “Q” and “R.” I can only read after I black out the letters with my pen. But there are still too many hole letters. The book eventually is completely blackened. I throw out poetry books filled with blackened letters. …I fall into selective mutism once again.[8] #
I erase the ᄋᄆᄆ consonants from 엄마 ŏmma [mommy] and leave only the ᅥ,ᅡ vowels. ᅥ ᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ,ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ, ᅥᅡ[9]#
Erased consonants look for me, or don’t. What’s found is the erased, so it’s no better than not#
looking in the first place; the not-looking acknowledges the erased, so it’s also no better than not looking. Therefore, I keep erasing until the erased consonants pat me, hug me, take me away, and speak to me. ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ … The sound of me crying when I take myself away as I leave this world ᄋᄆ ᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ, ᄋᄆᄆ. The sound of real crying.#