Gentle breeze I thought would always caress my face Then the wind changed ways I told myself it would swing back some day Only for it to stay Gust that burst my window open at full midnight So strong were its cries I swore I heard their eco in the sky Seven stories too […]
J’dis
[Dicté à mon téléphone puis retranscrit quelques jours plus tard dans ce poste.] Dans ma…. Rib cage. C’est quoi rib cage en français ?… Torax. Non. Rib cage… Tant pis. Ça va tout le temps être comme ça ? Est ce que je vais perdre de plus en plus mon français avec les années ? […]
On the Back of a Receipt
[This poem is called On the Back of a Receipt because it was originally written on the back of a receipt.] Stuck in a box all day, just sitting down I look up, hoping for an empty space Where would I be today, beach or in town Instead of selling my hours to this place […]
Un balcon sur la vie
[Cette critique a été écrite pour le concours de litérature coréenne 2020.] Un balcon sur la lune (달의 바다) de Chung Han-Ah (정한아) fut publié pour la première fois en 2007 et valut à l’autrice le prix de la communauté littéraire (문학동네작가상) la même année ; celle-ci avait déjà reçu le prix de littérature Daesan pour […]
Day 7: Saturday or the End
[This is the seventh and last chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”.] The next morning, we woke up and had not moved at all. I wrote ‘morning’ for the sake of clarity, when the alarm truly showed 5 am. Being late was not an option so we quickly dressed up and went to […]
L’erreur, singulier pour le moins singulier
[Discours sur la question « L’erreur est-elle humaine ? »] L’erreur est-elle humaine, singulier pour le moins singulier ; peut-on vraiment parler d’unité quand sous le terme, les actions sont si diversifiées ? Quand l’ampleur de l’erreur va de la petite bêtise à l’aberration ? Inattention, malhonnêteté, préjugé ou perte de raison ; même les explications ne créent aucune union. Mais […]
Day 6: Friday or the Freedom
[This is the sixth chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”] I was the happiest I had been since we met, yet I could not get rid of the clock ticking inside me. Everything that day was our first and last. First lunch just the two of us, first date in daylight, first time […]
Day 5: Thursday or the Finale
[This is the fifth chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”] The last day of the conference. I realise now how little you know about all the people we were with. Pity, but I guess every author must hand-pick their characters. Too late to introduce them now. Just keep in mind that they mattered, […]
Called it reality
[This is a speech on the quote “Not doubt, CERTAINTY is what drives one insane” Nietzsche] The world is a strange place. I don’t quite understand it; every time I think I do a new layer of reality appears. Out of nowhere. Or maybe it isn’t nowhere, maybe it was there, the entire time, […]
Day 4: Wednesday or the Revelations
[This is the forth chapter of a short story called “Seven Days”.] We had turned to lovers, in a silent agreement. I still do not quite understand how it happened so naturally. A part of me expected him to turn cold. Mistrust in his character? More probably mistrust in this sudden feeling of happiness growing […]