Category: Blogging

Day-to-day minutiae.

  • Well, the time has come to cease talking of many things, to stop going to PC Bangs, to pack up my bags and head for different places, to leave behind many happy and strange memories of my time here. It is hard to believe that four months ago I arrived in Seoul in the middle…

  • Okay, so I’ve already posted this on the PC Bangs blog but once is never enough. I’m very excited to say that there’s an article in today’s issue of English language newspaper The Korea Times that profiles my PC Bangs project here in Seoul. You can read the article here (PDF). Big thanks to journalist…

  • “A series of micro-narratives (mobile phone movies) exploring the poetics of delay. Photos, video and performances around the digital ethnographies of mobile media.”

  • soul cracked on a mountain sheet soju warms me with glacial heat mind snared on a toothless high soju shoots me up into the sky body wrapped around a sharp pin soju heals me like rain on tin fingers burnt by a solar flare soju soothes me like bomb scares eyes dimmed by the wet…

  • there’s another country buried here in the ground (under all this snow i can see it in these rice field rows the white shrouds make them look like the curved plane of a giwa roof as if some long-departed designer (maybe even old king sejong had seen it just this way & thought (in all…

  • It’s the sound of a whipcrack, (whiplash on the windswept road It’s the sound of reed engines (engine reels & carburettors It’s the sound of a small purr (purrpure lubricants that whirr It’s the sound of exploded cans (canplode diode transmissions It’s the sound of pine whispers (pinepanic at the smell of snow It’s the…

  • ‘You better run, squirrel …’ Barkeep, Back to the Future III destinations detonate like the coyote on acme or speed my runners wear thin again —it’s time to go back to the tourist (iii) troubles i’ve seen em (stacked them high lived them low better clear out of this saloon & hope a time machine…

  • Oooooooooooooooooooooooo Ziggy Ziggy! He’s just a wee one he’s not a biggy! He’s not a tree no he’s just a twiggy! Oooooooooooooooooooooooo Ziggy Ziggy! Oooooooooooooooooooooooo Ziggy Ziggy! Don’t ever start on those evil ciggies! Eat too much you’ll turn into a piggy! Oooooooooooooooooooooooo Ziggy Ziggy! Oooooooooooooooooooooooo Ziggy Ziggy! You’ll be a truck driver in your…

  • like Sun Ra soaking up a cosmos snow grocer sits there with his white gloves & laughs every time i try to guess what he’s saying e.g. how much to pay for makkoli & then one day he says eh, tonight— snow! as if he knows what i am thinking: how these skies look pregnant…

  • I have a couple of poems coming out this week. One’s in the understated and unpretentious Tasmanian literary bi-annual Famous Reporter, and it’s entitled “There’s A Wild Jack Russell In the Moon”. I’m really happy that this poem has found a home (and in case you haven’t noticed by now, I am obsessed with the…

  • This morning I was walking down to Jongno-gil in downtown Seoul to buy a ham, cheese and egg toasted sandwich thinking “Gees, it’s cold!” when all of a sudden, it started to snow! Well, it was more like miniature specks of ice but how fitting, on the first day of winter, for the rain to…

  • “One of the thirty six or seven greatest writers alive today aged between thirty three and thirty four.” “This book made me late for work again today.” “I have read this book.” “One of the six or seven must-reads that I have been forced to read this year.” “Can you please buy some milk on…

  • You know you want to. Look at me: I want to. Look at everyone else: they want to. You want to. Stay. Masigo jookja! Do you know what happens to yesterdays? Do they turn into tomorrows? Who cares, your glass is empty. Masigo jookja! I’m seeing lots of purple and strawberry colours. Is this bad?…

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                                                      *across the breeze/ birds fly/ foam in their beaks/ silver wings/ radar traces/ trans/ lateral/ trans/ am/ take me away/ silver bird/ foam in your beak/ across the breeze/ trans/…

  • eh! the plane! the plane! come to rescue a princess hoju bihaeng-gi like silver birds above our skylines over the wires a plane! a silver plane! coming to save their hoju princess to fly her to hawaii! her fur coat trailing in the dust on the sleepy seoul tarmac silver plane full of furs! come…