Saved by Literature
Gongjooh, let’s love our craft
More than life itself
For to love something truly
You must first love life
The mere glimmers of success
In the labour, the path
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That was our own intimate savior
The partner who never leaves us
The thing we are most compatible with
Meant to do, haunted by, hunt for
Eun Ji, do you think we will ever find it?
There between cafes, between workshops?
Between readings, between lectures
And classes, and talking about literature
With other writers and fans
In the throngs of artists
The humans who have dug up MFAs
What’s the goal of art?
Where do words lead but inside
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This path of divine dreaming
Is taking me so far into myself
Like a meditation between the distance
The layers of who we are
For the love of what we wanted to do
A vocabulary of push-pull
A deep lyricism in the music
The drive, the ethereal passion
And violin altars, prayers at midnight
I cannot complain with this at all.
proud member of the Red legion. It lives.
Wuji Seshat 