Don Mee Choi

I am a cowry girl, a marine biologist to be exact. The 8-hour move-

ment started in the United States in 1884. Feeling more and more.

Gave birth. Took up the question. 8 hours shall be the norm. Marx:

Slavery disfigured a part of the republic. Labor with a white skin

cannot emancipate itself where labor with a black skin is branded.

The time named. Endorse the same. Half of the same. More pro-

foundly. Therefore be considered a synonym.

Dear Emily,

For poetry—I have you. One need not be a House—One need not be a

Nation or a Master for that matter. Delicate and beautiful, common

in rich mossy woods, in pairs, we live.  We are crimson-pink, partic-

ularly in the mountains. The rough terrain is not visible to many, but

somewhat green and fatigued, demilitarized! A nod from far away is

hollow. True men—How shall I greet them? Nation building is kind

and generous. It is common to decline it. Emily, Shall I – bloom?

Yours, Twin Flower   

Your message to me:

Forgetting is lovely and Father’s well is bottomless. Freud says: the

way in which national tradition and the individual’s childhood mem-

ories are formed might turn out to be entirely analogous.

Indeed, a higher authority can shift the aim of the resistance to

memory. Madness may be a form of resistance. Forgetting is lovely

and Father’s well is bottomless. In order to remember an incident

painful to national feeling, a lower psychic agency must resist the

higher authority. However, it is against the Law. Tea and false mem-

ories. Which is lovelier? Colony or neocolony? The shift in the aim is

minor. Forget something then remember something else. The loveli-

est of all is the unconscious—it is lively. In defense of nation’s par-

amnesia, tea must be served at all times. Migration, my nation!