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a little more from Wonderland


I want to populate new cities

A thicker ear abstracts me

Tea tends to give me the trots

And alas this dust unsettles me


Valentines Day

the six-year olds
gave me
chocolate &


This is JakJeon

A constant buzz of lights

The smells are strong and the pavement is uneven

My hands are filthy and my mouth is drying out


Korea is inefficient but some of the folks are fantastic

Everything is in the air

I’m leaving Wonderland for Gyeongin National University

Just like a faucet there’s comfort
in the sound
of small drops
through a pinhole


I do believe
I have a naked

no one makes these rules

my movements
are regular
& my shit

there are different names for the same thing

God knows justice is smug



boil the burns
stitch the season
& I’ll follow you
into this dark


Chris Vitiello said…
Hey Marcus -- I particularly like the 2/17 entry there. These poems are choppier than your other Resident Alien stuff. Any interest in talking about why that might be?
We miss you in NC, be well,
postpran said…
Thanks Chris.

I think the choppy aspect is related to speaking very slowly in fragments to my Korean students. I keep hearing German in my dreams (it was the main foreign language I studied in high school and college).

I don't know the Korean language yet (beyond "hello" "Thank you" "Goodbye" "pretty" and "killer hot girl."

It is interesting that you make note of this. I am hoping this physical move will change the direction(s) of Resident Alien which I am seeing as a lifetime work (maybe).

This whole experience is making me homesick for Ireland (which is a half-alien place). I keep meeting Irish people teaching here so memories of Ireland keep surfacing much more than when I was in America.

(silence, exile, and cunning etc.)

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