A NYT dance story from last month catches my attention.
Highly educated and accomplished in the fine arts and poetry, the kisaeng, being courtesans, were relegated to the bottom rung of society, a circumstance that Mr. Moss, as a dance artist, found familiar. Above all, their poetry captivated him. “They’re not sweet love poems,” he said. “One starts out with: ‘So, what is this love? Is it round or is it flat?’ And it ends with, ‘Mine breaks to a sharp edge within me.’ That feels like my life and the kinds of things I’ve gone through. It feels modern.”
In “Kisaeng becomes you,” Mr. Moss and Yoon Jin Kim, a Korean choreographer who collaborated with him on the project, underscore the similarities between the kisaeng’s poetry and today’s social networking to explore isolation and connection with others. “The kisaeng poems were also like diaries,” Mr. Moss said. “Nowadays we write our diary on a blog, on Facebook. It’s the same thing. It’s just our contemporary style.”
The rest of the poem Moss mentions turns up and is just as good.