#Youna Kwak

[alwaysalreadyangry]

2. I belong nowhere, for Nowhere is the first principality of loss and encumbrance. Go Nowhere with all your belongings, all that was inherited and all that you stole, filling your pockets with loose change, lipsticks, IDs, your personal belongings, that attest to your real existence in the real world of graveyards and cages. Nowhere is the right-where of your belonging. There you might remain, in thrall to the likeness of you, multiplied a million-fold, a multiple of mothers in the mirror, mother beyond mother beyond mother, the mother you sought to become, in order to fill the field of Nowhere with your appartenance, your apparition, your appetites. Multiply and be fruitful Nowhere; build yourself a house of eyes.

The Volta: Heir Apparent

SECOND LIFE | Youna Kwak

[goatinthesnow]

jubilat 34 is here and wonderful, with work by Mary Jo Bang, Melissa Barrett, Eric Baus, Chase Berggrun, Caroline Crew, Cynthia Cruz, Chekwube Danladi, Alisha Dietzman, Alina Gregorian, Michael Grinthal, Jessica Guzman, Ruhi Jiwani, Julia Johnson, Benjamin Naka-Hasebe Kingsley, Dylan Krieger, Youna Kwak, Seth Landman, Marcel Legros, David Lehman, Lesle Lewis, Ananda Lima, River Lord, Steven Leyva, Erinrose Mager, Nick Maione, David Mills, Rainie Oet, Caitlin Roach, Dominique Salas, P. L. Sanchez, Sean Shearer, Ales Steger, Brian Henry, Bianca Stone, Julian Talamantez Brolaski, Laura Theobald, Jack Underwood, Emma Winsor Wood, S. Yarberry, and Jessica Yuan. Beautiful cover by Sarah Meadows. 🌷🔥✨

[vispoetica-blog]

Notes for National Corpse Month, cont.

five essays on the occasion of National Poetry Month, April 2016, published on Harriet (the Poetry Foundation), with introductions by Brandon Shimoda:

Yanara Friedland, Unknown [sound of water against stone]

Caitie Moore, Corpse and Slur

Youna Kwak, This having been earthly seems lasting

Dot Devota, Race Riot at East St. Louis July 2, 1917

Jackie Wang, Twists and Turns in the Bowels of the Neon Dragon: A Dream Maze

Notes for National Corpse Month is the title of/refers back to essays that I wrote last year for Harriet (Poetry Foundation), also on the occasion of National Poetry Month (2015). Re/visit Parts One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.

[records-ancients-matters-blog]

Notes for National Corpse Month, cont.

five essays on the occasion of National Poetry Month, April 2016, published on Harriet (the Poetry Foundation), with introductions by Brandon Shimoda:

Yanara Friedland, Unknown [sound of water against stone]

Caitie Moore, Corpse and Slur

Youna Kwak, This having been earthly seems lasting

Dot Devota, Race Riot at East St. Louis July 2, 1917

Jackie Wang, Twists and Turns in the Bowels of the Neon Dragon: A Dream Maze

[Notes for National Corpse Month is the title of/refers back to essays that were written last year for Harriet (Poetry Foundation), also on the occasion of National Poetry Month (2015). Re/visit Parts One, Two, Three, Four, and Five.]

[theoffingmag]

To be unseen is to be gravely injured. Not to be addressed is to be beyond imagination.

Youna Kwak, “You”

http://theoffingmag.com/essay/you/

[hypocrite-lecteur]

"Compassion too has its sad faults and empathy its empty drawers. And in quiet imaginary      beings fill my mind. They speak in low voices, guessing. I heard their breathing, I their master. Held their taste in my mouth for longest time our common disaster."

Youna Kwak, from "Dolor Diary"

[vispoetica-blog]

[vispoetica-blog]

What is Left?—a video by Elle Lee, with text by Don Mee "Betty" Choi, Dot Devota, Caitie Moore, Brandon Shimoda, and Joshua Marie Wilkinson. Now playing at Le Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris, and online.

[hypocrite-lecteur]

"The body tells its own stories without need for a narrator.    every day intensifies its jottings and perambulating speech. Even elbows have their tales--littlest finger rehearses his own chapter.    Special knots keep the body from escaping. Mostly the body lies softly there after having been cut open like a whale cut open."

Youna Kwak, from "Dolor Diary"