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Magazine Vol. 68 Summer 2025 Consider the phrase “our future.” Is it just a palatable packaging for our petty, egotistical insistence that the next generation preserve our legacy in the world? We adults are arrogant enough to think the future can be measured by the standards of the past, and we try to disguise our questionable compromises as inevitable realities. Otherwise, why would the adult world work so hard to force the burgeoning dreams of the younger generation into a box, dismissing the weight of their questions about existence, death, and the universe, and insisting that their self-worth depends on the job title on their business card and the balance in their bank book? So we have to ask: what does it mean to walk the road to adulthood?

Featured Writer Interview with Oh Eun: What We Don’t Know Is Worth Not Knowing Well Oh Eun, how are you? As a longtime reader and admirer of your poetry, I’m so glad to get this chance to interview you. But first things first: would you mind briefly introducing yourself to readers overseas who’ve taken an interest in Korean literature?

Featured Writer The Pronoun for Nothingness There “Dad, I’m here!” As I make my way into the charnel house, I greet my father as cheerfully as possible. My father appeared in my dream that night. “Hey Eun, today Dad’s here.” The possible burst, and something slipped out. Toward that far off day, precipitously overflowing cheerfulness.

Featured Writer [Review] Where Are All Those Pronouns Going? When we think of Oh Eun, the poet and his poetry, the first thing that comes to mind is wordplay—a childlike delight in playing with language. Of the many forms wordplay can take, Oh Eun’s poetic technique and voice are most defined by homonymy and the maximization of its effect.

Cover Feature [Cover Feature] Even So, the Heart Growsu I used to feel a certain pity whenever I thought about teenagers. Some might see adolescence as the most dazzling, beautiful time of life, but for me, it was the most anxious and lonely. Some people think growing up is easy—that time simply passes and, with it, growth naturally follows. But growing up is no simple task.

Cover Feature [Cover Feature] The Everyday: How I Write Young Adult Novels 6:50 a.m. By the time my morning alarm rings, my wife has already left for work on her bike. I’d like to stay in bed longer, but my day awaits. I listen to the news on my phone while preparing my son and daughter’s breakfast. My daughter is twenty years old, and my son is in his last year of high school. Once everyone is ready to go, we get in the car and I pull out of the parking lot.

Cover Feature [Cover Feature] The Dangers of Alienating a Character My novel The Book Club Paper Folding Club started with a simple idea. I belonged to a book club when I was in middle school, and there was an incident in the school library involving a ghost. The memory is so intense that I couldn’t forget what happened for a long time, though I never thought I’d make a story out of it.

Cover Feature [Cover Feature] Human History is a History of Migration Young adult literature, which took off in earnest in the 2000s, seems to have solidly established its place in the Korean publishing industry. Most publishers now award young adult literature prizes, which can open doors to the literary world for the winning writers and propel the winning works to the top of the bestseller lists.

Cover Feature [Cover Feature] A New Ethic of Anti-Growth Narratives about Young Korean Women in the 2010s The 2018 film Park Hwa-young, directed by Lee Hwan, sparked intense discussion for its unprecedentedly raw depiction of the lives of runaway teenagers. In the movie, the eponymous Park Hwa-young (played by Kim Ga-hee) insists her “family” of runaway youths address her as “Mother.”

Korean Literature Now

INTERVIEW Interview with Oh Eun: What We Don’t Know Is Worth Not Knowing Well by Ko Myeong-jae

INTERVIEW Interview with Kim Ae-ran: Attentive Minds and Literary Forms by Kim Mijung

INTERVIEW Interview with Jin Eun-young: Buttons from the Gift Giver by An Heeyeon

COVER FEATURES [Review] Where Are All Those Pronouns Going? When we think of Oh Eun, the poet and his poetry, the first thing that comes to mind is wordplay—a childlike delight in playing with language. Of the many forms wordplay can take, Oh Eun’s poetic technique and voice are most defined by homonymy and the maximization of its effect. An example is the way he freewheels through the many words that share the pronunciation “seol”—New Year’s Day, tongue (頍), speech (飹), snow (馯)—all in a single poem, displaying a sophisticated sensitivity to language, an effervescent tone, and a distinct aesthetic sense. This is the poetry of Oh Eun we’re all familiar with, a realm of his own where no one else can approach him. (Incidentally, Korean homophones rarely carry over nicely into other languages. This will be the greatest challenge facing any translator of Oh Eun’s poetry.)                But while his poetry reads very much like a child’s innocent play, this doesn’t mean it can be passed over with a cursory glance. Whether intentionally or otherwise, it imparts a sense of weighty thematic concerns lying beneath the surface. The desire and lack levied upon individuals under the capitalist system, the social class conferred upon a person at birth and the inequalities arising from it—at the base of his poetry is a series of topics far removed from light wordplay. A tone of sadness, stemming from not only human limitations but the limitation of all beings in this world, prevents us from passing over it lightheartedly. Especially in his most recent work, we find this tone of sadness lying densely at the deepest level of his poetry.         His most recent collection, The Pronoun for Nothingness, once again effortlessly blends this characteristic levity of voice, depth of thought, and undertone of sadness, but a new feature is apparent as well—the intensive use of pronouns. The word “pronoun” appears in the title of the collection, and the table of contents is a lineup of identically-titled poems named after the pronouns “There,” “That,” “Those,” “Them,” “He,” “You,” and so on, while even more pronouns overflow from the main text. Before we dig in to this rich feast of pronouns, let’s take a moment to savor the concept of the pronoun itself.         According to the Standard Korean Language Dictionary, a pronoun is “a word used in place of a person or thing’s name. Or, the term for the part of speech referring to such words.” Put simply, it is a word that replaces a noun. That is, a word that presupposes a noun. We could go as far as to say it is a word that can exert no power without a noun. Without the noun for a thing—for instance, a chair—a pronoun like this or that ends up referring to nothing or to anything at all. Our ability to use a given pronoun with confidence presupposes that there is already a noun ascribed to its referent. Occasionally, there are times when we struggle to remember the noun—when we can clearly picture the thing but can’t remember its name—but this is another case in which a pronoun is useful. The pronoun steps in to take the place of the noun, however insufficiently, until we can recall the name of the thing. Or when we’ve encountered a thing for the first time, and we don’t yet know its name or still haven’t come up with a name for it, then a pronoun comes in handy. In this sense, a pronoun is a faithful complement to a noun.         On the other hand, sometimes pronouns are used in a way that flips their presumed role as a replacement or auxiliary on its head. In other words, there are moments when we witness an inversion of the hierarchical perception that the referent comes first, followed by the noun, followed by the pronoun. Such scenes play out occasionally in philosophy and literature, and to an extreme in Oh Eun’s poetry. The abundant pronouns in The Pronoun for Nothingness are evidence of this.         To break the hierarchical order of referent-noun-pronoun, Oh Eun’s poetry goes on the offensive against nouns, as in, “The starlight appeared and the star was gone / The mountain bird sang and the mountain went away / The seawater swelled and the sea dried up // Like a word forgetting its meaning / The moment it’s pronounced” (“That”). Here, “star,” “mountain,” and “sea” all function as names for things and play the role of denoting their meanings as well as referring to them, but the moment the word is uttered, what disappears is the star, the mountain, and the sea—that is, the thing itself. As soon as we realize that the noun is unrelated to the real object it presupposes, the pronoun which takes its place also loses its relation to the thing itself and the noun which names it, and the frame of the hierarchy is broken. The noun and pronoun become equal in being nothing more than words. There is no serious distinction between them, as they can both be separated from the thing itself at any time.         Since a word is only a word, it cannot maintain unique coordinates. It takes on a different meaning with each use, in each new context and situation. How unstable, how uncertain is the meaning of “person” in the lines, “Lucky to be a person, and / Even luckier not to have been” (“They”)? Staring down the fact that each person in this poem is every bit as unstable and uncertain as the pronoun they which collectively replaces them, Oh Eun’s poetry does not restrain its offensive to nouns only, nor even to language as a whole, which nouns might be expected to represent. The referent of language, the thing itself, is just as hard to pin down. When someone signs off on a new place because it has three windows, only to discover on moving day that the three windows have become two (“He”), is this simply a misperception? Or did the thing itself change? Either way, the outside world is no longer so easy to trust. You can never be sure when things will change, when perceptions will change, when language will change.         When “They only looked away for a second / And this ceased to be this / This gave up on being this / They go back into the bathroom / They search the utility closet up and down / But this never shows back up” (“This”), the unstable mutability of the world/perception/language represented by this applies just as much to us—both the thing itself and the concept—as well as to me—both thing and concept. When we use the word us, we may grow close enough to share secrets, but this we is only a temporary result, unable to go beyond the we “outside the parentheses” (“We”). Whether the real we sits outside the signifier we or the signifier we sits outside the real we, in every moment that we are referred to as we, we grow more distant from us. A we  wrenched further apart with each invocation.1 And this situation cannot simply be avoided by me.         For instance, in the lines, “Alone / In the bathroom // All by myself, and still / It was an effort for me to smile” (“Me”), myself is wrenched apart from me, whether the signifier or the thing itself, imparting some sense of why I can only ever be other to myself. The somber but not unfamiliar realization that it takes effort to move myself, just as it would to move another, produces a keen sense of the futility of the desire to name, describe, or capture the thing itself. And when you are “born a proper noun but [. . .] often called a pronoun,” and live out your life hopping from adjective to numeral, verb, determiner, adverb, and so on, this is why the last thing you have to say is something like a self-pitying sigh: “Oh, this wasn’t the sentence!” (“You”). We wander through so many sentences only to find the wrong one. As long as we live, we will continue to choose the wrong sentence, and the final sentence we choose to sum up our lives is bound to be wrong too.         This predicament resulting from the unbridgeable gap between language and thing, sign and object, signifier and signified, leaves a bitter aftertaste. But Oh Eun’s poetry does not stop at bitterness. Bitterness is only one of the many flavors his poetry can offer. And there is one more that must be discussed—sadness.         For instance, let’s take a look at the first poem, “There.” The fact that “cheerfulness” appears twice in such a short poem might lead us to imagine the speaker’s cheerful face, but the speaker’s attitude as he greets his father’s ashes “as cheerfully as possible” isn’t so simple. At the most basic level, the there where the speaker’s father resides must be the charnel house that holds his ashes, but ultimately this there is a place that cannot be reached by the living. Only in death does it become a part of one’s lived (?) experience. It is a place that can’t be approached by the language of life, but which we yearn to speak to, if only in life’s language. The speaker doesn’t want to say anything particularly special. Just a cheerful phrase like, “I’ve been doing well.” Or a word of grief, sadness, or longing that he’s been holding back with cheerfulness. The thought that he’ll be headed there one day too. The promise to live with “precipitously overflowing cheerfulness” if only for the sake of his father, who departed first for “that far off day.” Reading over poems steeped in this feeling, we realize why this poetry collection overflowing with pronouns had to be titled The Pronoun for Nothingness. And it is the poet’s foreword that reminds us of the foundation of loss and absence that sustains  the collection: “In the place of loss, there was is.”            As long as we live, “Nothingness will forever knock on former somethingness” (“Those”). This “former somethingness” not only refers to a past presence, but also strongly suggests that all presence is momentary. No one can escape the fate of staying for only a moment before moving on. And once we recognize that this moment of presence is premised on absence, all the pronouns in these poems suddenly read as if they refer back to absence. We realize that, as we go through life naming, memorizing, and forgetting the names for things, the pronouns that accompany us can ultimately only refer to nothing—nonrelation, namelessness. And we accept the bitter but unmistakable fact that, even in our way of referring to the that, there, and then which can only be called nothingness, human knowledge can’t help but rely on a pronoun. There’s no other way; all we can do is call it what it is. There, at the final destination of life, is that. Sometime, you will be there, as will I.  Translated by Seth Chandler   Kim Un is the author of the poetry collections including One Sentence, Your Unknowable Heart, and To the Blank Page, and the essay collection Everyone Holds a Sentence in the Heart, the poetics collection Poetry Does Not Speak of Parting, the literary criticism collection Beyond the Writing of Violence and Allure, and the reader’s memoir, Reading Old Books. He has received the Midang Literary Award, Park In-Hwan Literary Award, Kim Hyeon Prize, and Daesan Literary Award. He is currently a professor at the School of Creative Writing, Seoul Institute of the Arts.   Korean WORK Mentioned:• Oh Eun, The Pronoun for Nothingness (Moonji Publishing, 2023)   1     Translator’s Note: This is a play on the Korean words “uri” (辦葬 – we, us) and “yuri” (嶸葬 – isolated, separated, divided) which are near homophones/homographs, further suggesting the inherent divisions within any us. I’ve attempted to translate this through the visual similarity of “we” and “wrenched,” but the effect is difficult to reproduce.

REVIEWS You Say Tomato... EBS Documentary: The East and the WestEBS The East and the West production team & Kim Myungjin, Wisdomhouse Publishing Co., Ltd., 2008, 240p  This book contains materials from an EBS (a Korean TV station) documentary series of the same title. The producers of the series travelled around various countries including Korea, the United States, Canada, and Japan, interviewing 20 experts, and conducting surveys and tests on over 200 individuals from these countries. A great deal of their material was contributed by the East-West Comparative Culture and Psychology researchers from the University of Michigan, the University of Illinois, and Stanford University. The documentary series gained popularity among viewers, and is now available at local bookstores.  According to this book, even when offering someone more tea, Westerners and Easterners take different approaches. In the East, one asks a verb-centered question, “drink more?” while in theWest, one says, “more tea?” – a noun-centered question. The verb “to drink” describes the relationship between the tea and the person. In the East, people tend to use a great deal of verb-centered expressions because thoughts are built around the relationship between things. On the other hand, Westerners believe that “person” and “tea” are individual entities, and therefore express the question using the noun. When shown a picture of a screaming man and asked why the man is screaming, Easterners and Westerners answer differently. First, the Easterner says, “The atmosphere is eerie. It looks like the two people behind him have done something to him.” The Westerner says, “The person is in a state of panic. He’s feeling fear deep inside him. He seems mentally unstable.” Easterners tended to relate the state of the person to the surrounding atmosphere and situation whereas the Westerners tended to find explanations in the person’s emotional and psychological state. In other words, Easterners look at the environment and context for clues that lead to a person’s emotional state, while Westerners search inside the person for answers. The experiment on Western individualism and Eastern group mentality shows interesting results. Subjects from the East and West were given five pens – one white and four blue – to choose from. Easterners had a tendency to choose blue while Westerners tended to choose white. In the second round of pen experiments, the subjects were once again given five pens – one blue andfour white – to choose from. The Easterners generally chose white while the Westerners chose blue. The experiment spoke to the Westerners’ general desire to be distinct from others, and tomake a decision that may be considered unusual. Eastern and Western societies expect opposites from each other. While humility is a virtue in the East, the West admires the confident. The word assertive is meant to be a positive word in the Western context, but it can be perceived as negative in the East. An assertive character in the Western context is someone trustworthy who has great self-confidence whereas an Easterner may view such a person as rude and self-centered. The book reveals differences between the East and West through such interesting experiments, which will help readers gain a better understanding of “the other.”  By Pyo Jeonghun

Book for You

READINGS A poetry Reading by Poet Oh Eun “That”

READINGS A Short Story Reading by Novelist Kim Ae-ran: "They Said Annyeong"

READINGS A Poetry Reading by Poet Jin Eun-young "In Houyhnhnmland"

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