tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47193877748412678702024-03-12T16:54:08.836-07:00Nath Kim Cool (English version)Poetry and articlesnath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-21556797241013538362008-01-01T08:26:00.000-08:002009-08-26T08:32:24.910-07:00Disadoption (2008, Montreal)to tell you, dad<br />
what is my worry<br />
you tell em my adoption <br />
agency is not lying<br />
by the surprising rumor <br />
<br />
of two families I belong<br />
by the common sense you order me<br />
to cancel the adoption<br />
it's your solution<br />
to you, i was telling, daddy<br />
mothers<br />
fathers<br />
will be?nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-90341489654298543172004-01-01T08:30:00.000-08:002009-08-26T08:31:54.565-07:00Did You Know (2004, Seoul)did<br />
you<br />
know<br />
that<br />
<br />
i had<br />
to turn<br />
my head<br />
myheart<br />
<br />
and my back<br />
to forget<br />
that my life<br />
is to gain<br />
<br />
balance between<br />
my past and a<br />
reason to live<br />
a happy lifenath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-44737251921606627501998-01-04T08:53:00.000-08:002009-08-26T08:54:08.338-07:00Here and there (1998, Seoul)To have heard so many times<br />
"How well you speak French!"<br />
Over there<br />
<br />
To have heard too many times<br />
"Why can't you speak Korean?"<br />
Here<br />
<br />
To have never thought about it<br />
The evidence is not written on my face<br />
Over there<br />
<br />
A sound, a word and a multitude of ideas<br />
become images in my land<br />
Here<br />
<br />
Abstract and unusual ... to multiply<br />
War of words ...to erase<br />
Here we are<br />
<br />
The concept is heard<br />
Freedomnath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-13341268341260589461997-12-23T08:55:00.000-08:002009-08-26T08:57:35.850-07:00Adaptable (1997, Seoul)Leavable <br />
Because of a father<br />
Irresponsible<br />
A Legal status<br />
<br />
Inaccessible<br />
Alone, a mother<br />
In a Confucian<br />
Society<br />
<br />
Findable <br />
Because of my mother<br />
Sensitive enough<br />
To my "future"<br />
A legible note<br />
With anger<br />
Not so sure... <br />
Sorry<br />
<br />
Adoptable <br />
Written on my paper <br />
might be credible <br />
mixed race <br />
for them possible <br />
anyway better <br />
than pure race <br />
my affair <br />
<br />
Adaptable <br />
Yellow rather <br />
too visible <br />
than local color <br />
in a human jungle <br />
a war of feelings <br />
modern Mowgly <br />
<br />
(c) Cho Mihee, Seoul 1997,Dec- B4 Xmaz)nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-12684415320544432341994-01-01T08:58:00.000-08:002009-08-26T08:58:55.787-07:00Say Entity (1994, Seoul)I am twenty years-old and my name is Mihee<br />
Little, I had moved<br />
I have grown up and I have built my life<br />
I am happy...<br />
<br />
I am twenty Five and my name is Nathalie<br />
Adult, I moved again<br />
I have my life and I chose it<br />
I am happy ...<br />
<br />
I am thirty and my name is Cho-Shi<br />
Now that I'm staying here<br />
I have chosen, I rebuild my life<br />
I am wondering ...<br />
<br />
From these three Identities<br />
Which one will I keep<br />
Which one will remain<br />
Which one will be the truth?nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-65652713966195465011993-01-01T09:01:00.000-08:002009-08-26T09:02:04.191-07:00Short Break (1993, Seoul)Noises are the same<br />
When we don't listen<br />
People are not different<br />
But I like them<br />
<br />
Choice is not right<br />
Irony of fate<br />
Smell of death<br />
That I taste<br />
<br />
Roofs are not the same<br />
Fields are different<br />
The rice they sow<br />
But I prefer them<br />
<br />
Days could be the same<br />
But they are longer<br />
At the rhythm of a cafe-au-lait<br />
I dive in ...nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-39032347147160874831992-08-01T09:02:00.000-07:002009-08-26T09:03:54.172-07:00To Korea, Mother Nation (1993, Seoul)I would ask you to look at us<br />
We, the adoptees of Korea<br />
Not with pity<br />
We, adopted overseas<br />
I will ask you<br />
Not to forget that<br />
We have the Han flowing throught our veins<br />
We have the same face as yours<br />
We have hearts though sometimes in pain<br />
Despite us, we have your genes<br />
I would insist<br />
Not to forget that<br />
Even if we see the same moon<br />
Despite the difference, we are bound<br />
I would like Not to forget<br />
Even for Songsu bridge and Sampoong in the news<br />
Despite the distance, we are bound<br />
At a time when Korea is globalizing<br />
Or rather, wants to open up to the world<br />
At a time when Korea spends<br />
to glorify its name<br />
At a time when Korea loses itself<br />
in its social problems<br />
<br />
We, the adoptees of Korea<br />
We ask you<br />
We adoptees,<br />
Koreans from the outside<br />
To no longer deny.nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-7773894554790892361991-06-01T09:05:00.000-07:002009-08-26T09:05:53.481-07:00Instead (1991, Brussels)Instead of having met her<br />
I imagine what could have happened<br />
I make my own movie and<br />
everything seems possible<br />
In the space of reality<br />
<br />
My mother, the one from over there<br />
I'll probably never see her<br />
I'll probably never meet her<br />
She's alive in my spirit<br />
<br />
Is it enough for me?<br />
It's enough for me to believe<br />
I'll be in the same room<br />
Maybe without knowing<br />
Maybe without her knowingnath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-30015197128837762821989-08-01T09:10:00.000-07:002009-08-26T09:12:55.176-07:00As if everything could be made up (1989, Brussels)I look at her sitting,<br />
I know she came for me, only for me.<br />
As if this moment could make it all up.<br />
<br />
She sits crossing her legs, I waited for her for once.<br />
Shy or uncomfortable, she looks down. <br />
She asks if she may explain herself. Why not?<br />
As if these five minutes could make it all up.<br />
<br />
She looks up and observes me.<br />
I look down, uncomfortable, even though I am innocent.<br />
I am afraid to betray my emotions.<br />
I want to tell her ... all the accumulated hate.<br />
Maybe she wants to tell me how much she regrets,<br />
how much she didn't want to do it but that she had to.<br />
<br />
She talks about anything and nothing.<br />
She surprises me. She's alive, she has lived during all this time.<br />
She stops and murmurs to me that I've changed, she's glad to see me.<br />
As if these words could make it all up...<br />
<br />
I smile, I stare at her, to make her look away.<br />
I ask her what she did during all this time.<br />
She hastens to tell me that due to the circumstances, it was the only solution.<br />
She doesn't anwer my question. I listen to her talking. She is lost.<br />
Emotions have overcome her. I look away, towards the window. <br />
As if this could make her feel better...<br />
<br />
She tells me that she's married.<br />
She doesn't say if she has children.<br />
I don't try to ask. She asks me what I am doing, if I'm happy.<br />
I answer that it is better without her. She looks at me. I feel pity.<br />
As if that could make it all up. nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-40395588977101300351982-08-01T08:47:00.000-07:002009-08-26T08:50:55.108-07:00Question (1982, Brussels)If things were composedHere and there <br />
From made up memories<br />
It wouldn't matter<br />
to you, maybe<br />
But it does to me<br />
<br />
How to really know<br />
Really know <br />
Who can tell me<br />
Or contradict me<br />
That this past, only mine<br />
Is made by my doubts<br />
And misconceptions <br />
<br />
I lost my past<br />
I buried it <br />
With the bad idea<br />
Of a Korean runt<br />
<br />
To have lived there<br />
For nothing, the time<br />
To forget those moments<br />
But the question remains<br />
<br />
Why?nath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719387774841267870.post-27099828797402346891981-01-01T08:44:00.000-08:002009-08-26T08:50:20.767-07:00Mother Mood (1981, Brussels)In one week<br />
You will be there<br />
Beside me<br />
Because you love me<br />
I wait, hoping<br />
That with the passage of time<br />
Your delay will be a presence<br />
And then, again absence<br />
A month later<br />
You will be there<br />
The promise of a mother<br />
For my birthday<br />
The month has passed<br />
No one beside me<br />
A telegram accepted<br />
An apology repeated<br />
For my holidays<br />
Spent without you<br />
For your silences<br />
Kept for me<br />
<br />
For my anticipation<br />
And your neglect<br />
For your kindness<br />
I promise younath kim coolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924971565781371042noreply@blogger.com0