bc I have not yet left. I wrote a note to S. this is the note
Going to run.
Out the door.
baseball, poetry, and kim chi
Going to run.
Out the door.
I am doing everything I can to put off a run. I've been running, consistently, though not well, since I moved out here to North Seoul. I live right down the road from a national park and a national cemetery. I like to run at the national cemetery. Though it is not named a prohibited action on the sign, I have been asked to stop. Now I run on a sidewalk beside the national park and national cemetary.
I've been working on the second issue of Past Simple. If you have not sent me your work yet, I haven't yet received it.
Catfish is still in the drink. Excuses are like assholes, but I have one. Korea is... well, not Korea's fault, mostly mine for being lame in Korea, but I have no idea how this is going to work. I don't know how many more moves I will be asked to make and have no idea what my address will be in a week and that address in a week will probably, almost certainly, be different than the one I have in two months. Whole lot of moving going on.
I only write poems on the bus. I curl up in a little ball right above the right front tire and write. Then, after a 45 minute bus ride, I wait outside of S's office and read and write, but mostly watch and imagine. Then, on good days, I eat sushi. Guys, come to Seoul just to eat Sushi at this place. I have never eaten anything like it. It must be designed in China. Salmon so thick and fresh it makes you want to swim or/and gather honey. I think it is time for me to run.
I am for globalization bc it does not care about me and is going to happen regardless. I am prepared for weather, are you? I really don't feel like running yet. I'd much rather moon walk.
I love the way this magazine looks
How I pass the time outside of S's office:
1. Imagine a missile coming into Seoul
2. Imagine blast and watching the waves move towards me and over me
3. Read the English words on shirts.
5. Wonder why the world keeps pointing directly toward the Bush admin as failing on N. korea. Thinking that the finger should be pointed in the direction of the govs that had leverage to stop it... Beijing and to a lesser extent, Moscow, DC, and Seoul
6. Write the best poems the world has ever imagined
7. think about sushi
8. Drink a mocha. Drink fruit juice
9. Enjoy the blue sky and green bus
Hangman is taking some poems from a brand spanking new series. Only just started writing it on my return to Seoul. This city does produce poems. There will be five or six poems in the next issue. Thanks Nate.
First day of class is over and I did well. Starting at a new school is never easy. But a class is a class and we went after it and they thought I was funny. So all is good. Took the bus to see S today. Took a bit more time, but I got to see the sky. I hate the subway and the sky and sun and cars are important to me. So the bus will be in my life a lot lot more. Sorry subway, it was fun while it lasted. Wrote a poem on the bus and right when I finished the bus got in a crash. So walked down the street to the next bus stop. Waited at the next bus stop. Listened to black sabbath and looked at the sky. S calls me Babo. Babo means idiot. The word sounds good and I've got no problem with being an idiot. I definitely have idiot tendencies... like wandering around looking at things above me and on the horizon. Past simple has been getting some great work. I am reading it, but am slow getting back. Was so super fast for issue one. This time I am just going slow. Found a place that will make wood carvings from drawings. Will take in Stacy's painting (when I get it, or do I have it, I am Babo. Stacy, help me.) and see what they can do. He claims, through s's translation, greatness. I want to see it. Rich, you are not forgotten.
All is well in Korea. Start school tomorrow. Ready to get back into the classroom. I've been, and will continue to be, very busy. I'm not so sure how much blogging will get done. Maybe blogging doesn't do much for me anymore.
The University where I work is much farther away from S than Yonsei was. The last set of poems was dealing with my house and the monks around my house. This set will be dealing with the subway and waiting and being under ground. Need to be productive and not waste a few hours of my life every time I travel.
Also started studying for the gre. Have my vocab cards written out. S told me yesterday, and I just confirmed it today, that there will not be another gre test in Seoul until the summer. Will have to figure out what I am going to do about that. Don't want to fly back to the states to take the test, but might have to.