서량의 詩, 글, 음악/김정기의 글동네: NY, NJ, USA

Background Music Rising on the mountain slope,the force of silent sound scatters my soulA pause lingers behind me,your voice, whisperingAs my body sways in the currents wrapping my waist,I wonder why I played that song,breaking tempo, here and there Poet’s Note:On a high school picnic, I played a pop song on my clarinet. Friends played the pop song too. With vigor. © Ryang Suh, MD 2025.02.08

Field Day Long jump, high jumpClamoring flags of all nations A noisy cosmosYou want to win Why bother?Parents hiding their faces under parasolsThe Earth moansI can’t keep my eyes wide openNo matter what others say, the gentle sunlight Poet’s Note:After the civil war, for several reasons, I attended five different elementary schools over five years. The fifth grade was at Daehyeong Elementary Sch..

No Gap Blues scaleIt’s a minor key. The force of shivering paper windowIt’s red. The wind's vibrato warming youFour poetry collection that are tightly rivetedBrushing against your cheek like sixty. Warm cheeksA photo taken hold of on the other side of the earthAn unaccompanied clarinet melody Poet's Note:I played the clarinet in a shabby café when I visited my sister, a music composer in Vienna...

Fish Duet Silky blackish red carp on a white backdropWhile electricity is transmitted tinglingly Following the first beat of the first bar puffed in, jazz style dissonance progresses swimmingly. The violin’s high-pitched notes are swept up by the waves nibbling gently in whispers. I can’t resist the gloomy fishtailing style of my carp.   While knees buckle in all directionsSilky blackish red car..

Half a Century It’s the influence of an air pressure troughBehold those minute waterdrop life formsRising upwardSoon returning downward – The center of oursThe unyielding force that won’t budgeThe waterfall doesn’t give a damn – Time doesn’t careWe are being hit by water-thunder hazily Poet’s Note:Holding my less-than-a-year-old son, I stood before Niagara Falls to take a photo that now turns in..

Speaking Briefly Tied ties, all of usAn afternoon of confusion, a bouquet embracedPsychiatrists with doctors’ smilesIsn’t your mind clearing?They say it was already all in Greek mythologyThe chant you and I reciteIn our uninformed, lowdown storytelling Poet's Note:The year 2011. Rockland Psychiatric Center. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I still don’t. © Ryang Suh, MD 2024.12.20 [On the dawn..

Grand Central Station It’s warm all of a suddenIt’s taking off a half-coat in a flashGazing ahead, eyes closed. Standing for a moment Very bright. High walls. Chick-yellowWhere to? The train you’re onIt’s a creaking stagecoachThe station pauses, breathing deep for a moment Poet’s Note:I visited Grand Central Station last November. I thought about the stagecoaches of the Western or Joseon eras. ⓒ..

Broken Saxophone Baby grand piano, there’s no sound No thought, no image, no thought, no thoughtSoprano saxophone making sound, laying downOh my, By accident house fire broke out. Fire flameBackrest cushion. Cushion tooMixed help word. Mixed auxiliary postpositional particleHow can I help? Soprano saxophone asking Poet’s Note:January 18, 2019. House fire broke out. Fire department called it an e..

Misunderstanding As day and night switch places and the solar system tumbles, there’s not a sound. I am deaf. I rush down the winding road on the waist of Bear Mountain. I, too, can’t truly grasp the sadness flowing beneath the deeply etched joy in your unconscious. It’s the same with my granddaughter, whose heart is filled with the same blood as mine. It may have been last year or the year befo..

Mozart A young rascal, barely of ageFor a friend who plays the clarinet like a ghostComposed a piece, as flavorful as well-spiced bulgogiSunlight near the Rose Garden in SuyuriFor whom do you write your pitiful poemsChanghyeon, Kwontaek, Youngsoo, and Gyudong so brilliantlyFor whom do you guys play the strings so damn well Poet’s Note:Shin Youngsoo, Uhm Gyudong, and I, all so incredibly young,da..