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Drew Jiyoon so I don't forget him
“Fluxfilm No. 4 (lesbian),” Kim Yideum
When I take a walk on the bridge with my dead cat in my arms, people say strange things to me. They show unprecedented interest; they must feel certain urges at the sight of a dead thing.
When I approach, mirrors crack and coats rip. Beds fall apart, and bookcases topple. When I approach, motorcycles fall over, canned meat cracks, and plastic bags fly away. Cement becomes rice pudding, the sun hides in the river’s womb. When I approach, things run away.
A writer has his hands deep in his pockets, pulling out his machine guns and rifles. Now the four- eyes who wears glasses without lenses is aiming straight into my pupil. The guy with prosthetic legs pretends to want to shake my hand but trips me instead. I am strangled by his neckties. And I know that the guy dozing off on the bench, next to the dog, is wiretapping me, tailing me. He is plotting to make love to my dead body.
A knife sweeps the guts off the cutting board, and people push me off the bridge. They blackmail me about the emails I sent about whether or not to show my black and white 16mm film I shot at my sister’s apartment. How could a film be such a threat to those who only eat things that are safely dead, who put spotlights on the dead and make special features, people with such ordinary taste?
Today we have panels with Lucas de Lima and Cathy Park Hong, and off-site readings with Cathy Park Hong, JD Scott, Jiyoon Lee, and Niina Pollari!
We need to talk. You know, we need to talk! We need to text message. We need to gchat. We need to write to each other. We need to weave our voices to see what is there in the darkness that cannot be spoken (just yet). To do that, we first need to talk.
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from "Home/Birth: A Review in E-mails" by Carina Finn, Arielle Greenberg, Jiyoon Lee, & Rachel Zucker
Poemire
I never wanted you to call my soft name I you for instance are separate instances I never wanted to cry off the hook and smile the fork and shy away you whore and never stop wanting until you are done your job and steve jobs for instance you ruined my plan for today and I don’t think I can forgive myselfishness fag for I never concurred to your expression of non-stop anger issue and you often make sense out of it eventually despite my sweet tooth fairy spattering blood on my new carpet as you pull out method
-Jiyoon Lee, from FunSize&BiteSize, forthcoming from Birds of Lace