THE SON DEFINITIVE INTERVIEW!

This is an interview I did for the good old underground newsletter known as the UNDERGROUND.  It's about, yep you guessed it, Son (poorly pictured left...gimme a break, it's the only scan I could find.)

Who is Son Kim?  Is she that pretty girl who hangs around the KMC?  Is she that one person who arrives at less than punctual times for morning service?  Is she that girl who colors her hair, changes it back, colors it again and then changes it back?  I had an opportunity to talk to Son and discuss: Who is Son Kim?

Clyde:  Tell us about your self.
Son: <silent, looks at tape recorder with a less than enthusiastic stare.>
Clyde:  <Waits for response to his question.>
Son:  <Begins to apply some sort of lip gloss to her lips.>
Clyde:  <Still awaits an answer to his question.>

When approached with the question of how she defines herself, Son gave little words to express her feelings.  Perhaps she was trying to say "Hey I'm Son and that's all you need to know."  Although this gave a some what Zen description, I took it upon myself to piece together Son's history.

She was the eldest of three children.  In her high school days she was best known for her eighties like teeny bopper band, the Savage Curtain.  The name of the band not only sounded, in the eighties vernacular, "Radical"  but it expressed their deep interest in Communism and the Cold War.  Later the band would break up, due to the fact that the eighties teeny bopper wave went out of style.  Too old to catch up with the grunge thing, Son graduated from high school and attended the University of Kansas.  There she pursued many interest from metaphysics to stellar cartography.  She studied the philosophies of Liebniez, Newton, and Shemp Howard.  I had the opportunity to witness her knowledge with the help of some word association.

Clyde: I'm going to say a word and you say anything that pops in your head.
Son: <Nods>
Clyde: Ready?  White.
Son: Black
Clyde:  Pig
Son:  Ugly
Clyde:  Lawrence
Son:  Boring
Clyde: Olathe
Son:  Boringer...is that a word?
Clyde:  White House
Son:  Who cares?

Who cares indeed.  My interview with Son was both enlightening and eye opening...but one question still remained.  Why Son?

Clyde:  Your name is Son right?  S-O-N, I believe.
Son:  Uh huh.
Clyde: Yet you're a girl.
Son:  So?
Clyde:  Wouldn't is make more sense if your name was Daughter?
Son: <laughs>
Clyde: How do you feel about that?  Sad? Happy?  Do you feel some Rage?
Son:  How do you feel about your name?

Son had blown my mind with her question answering my question, but perhaps she was telling us how we should look at ourselves.  Why answer a question with an answer when you could always make up new questions and lead to more and more other questions?  Perhaps a question is the answer when the answer isn't the answer but merly a fluke that is inside the determinate of that question.  Thus proving that the question is what leads us to new ways of thinking, not the actual answer.  I'm sure Son stands positive behind this way of thinking.  So next time you say, "Who is Son?"  Maybe you should say to yourself, "Who am I?"

Here's a hiaku I wrote and submitted to a poetry writing contest

The Truth
by Clyde Aaron Kim

This has no purpose
I wrote this stupid hiaku
To get me a prize

by the way the I never won......stupid judges can't take a joke.