“We met in the warehouse”
—Lee Sumyeong’s unflinching resistance against the convention of Korean poetry.
The Warehouse is the seventh poetry collection of Lee Sumyeong, who has expanded the horizon of contemporary Korean poetry by rejecting a speaker who muddies the discourse with subjective interpretations and centralizing objects where readers can discover the new potential of language.
A warehouse is a storage space that opens only when there’s incoming or outgoing traffic. It is a place that is everywhere but hard to notice. In Lee’s Warehouse, we are to witness something strange—the ten poems titled “Warehouse” are interspersed with the rest of the collection. On the other hand, the warehouse, as a physical space where the same actions are taken in infinite repetition, also reappears throughout the book. The collection is thus situated at an impasse, the point at which you’ve concluded that it’s impossible to find meaning in all the repetitive actions, yet you have nothing else to do. In a place where nothing can be understood or done, we are but to catch a glimpse of actions to be lumped into a void. The Warehouse is the destination for this limitless void.