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friday night seoul air smells of hot puke and fresh tar

the sky as dark as drool

the neon gutters snakehipped in our alcoholic breath

reflecting, blue as veins, the shaking signs of chicken-foot soup

the scissoring legs of the moving partiers

the stares, the dirty windows mirroring, telling us

there am I

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Written by wholewheatwords

June 17, 2011 at 11:33 pm

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28 May 2011

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I think it’s liftoff I fear. It forces you into the immediate. I am no longer in control, you say. I can’t just unbuckle and walk away. I think a little bit about SAMs, a hot streak of parasitic metal, tearing. My near future is starting to congeal, here on this airplane, surrounded by the ballerina-like stewards of a foreign airline. They are trying to create an impression of flight and travel that is being distorted in translation. I understand that flying is an event and that to instill a sense of authority and safety in the sky, which is functionally a social nowhere, requires makeup, hair ribbons and cream- or teal-coloured suits. We will be creating a temporary country up there, and we need to be able to trust our new government during the transfer of power. Transfer of power. I think of Kim Jong-Il and of SAMs, a beam of ozone and propellant, tearing. Korean trips on the tongue in waves, slowing and starting. I am going to a new country. I am no longer in control.

Written by wholewheatwords

June 12, 2011 at 12:34 pm

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