Wonder or Wander

잊어야 한다는 마음으로 내 텅 빈 방문을 닫은 채로 아직도 남아 있는 너의 향기 내 텅 빈 방 안에 가득한데 이렇게 홀로 누워 천장을 보니 눈앞에 글썽이는 너의 모습 잊으려 돌아누운 내 눈가에 말 없이 흐르는 이슬 방울들 지나간 시간은 추억 속에 묻히면 그만인 것을 나는 왜 이렇게 긴긴 밤을 또 잊지 못해 새울까 창틈에 기다리던 새벽이 오면 어제보다 커진 내 방 안에 하얗게 밝아온 유리창에 썼다 지운다 널 사랑해

Just before determining to become an artist, he wrote the following letter to his brother from a mining town. "You know what will cause the prison to collapse? A deep, genuine love, being friends and brothers, loving one another; that will break down the gates of the prison with irresitable force. Those who possess none of this, stay dead. But where friendship blooms, life is reborn."

Michael Tippett premiere in 1955, England While the lyrics are dismantled in my sight due to the discontinuity of the lines--odd, it seems like adding some melodies to a normal speech,--the symbolic and surrealistic stage under the psychedelic neon-color lighting intrigues me throughout the opera. Props and performers move not only horizontally but also vertically so that the stage engages the audience in its full scale. When the singers don't sing, the opera becomes more adorable. Dramatic movements that dancers make in Act II express wildness of beasts very well and the accompanying music sounds more beautiful than any other parts. Perhaps the composer knew the weakness and the strength of his opera. He strived to initiate an "English" opera in the mid-20th century.

"Whisper" Hesse questioned a dictum made by Wilhelm Schäfer about the poet's task: "It is not the poet's business to express what is simple significantly but what is significant simply." Reading the passage with slight uneasiness, he turned it upside down as painters do when they judge a picture: "It is not the poet's business to express what is significant simply but rather what is simple significantly." He thought that the poet's duty was not to select important things and present them to readers, but to find eternity in every trivia and revive the life from it. While reading "Whisper", which consists of several short stories, I found Hesse's dictum resounding in this book. Pak Wan-Suh might be one of the most unpretentious storytellers who replicate the spontaneity of oral tradition. Sentences flow just like small streams in a mountain. Here is a brief of the story, 'The Last King'. Long long time ago, there was a g

May you enjoy your days, each one of them.

Luc Jacquet, France (2005) They "walk" just like I do and "slip" on the snow just like I do. Amazingly precise their instincts call themselves to the place where they were born four years ago and they all march together to get there. Finally when they find their mate, they stand side by side peacefully. Once they have an egg, mother leaves to eat and father keeps the egg against severe weather for four months without any food. The severity bonds them to make a habitat with their own bodies in the open air. When mother comes back, she sees her baby and takes a turn to keep it warm under her body while father leaves for food. Finally, summer comes. All march back to the ocean and even the little chicks now should be independent. They no longer have their parents who have protected so hard. And their history continues. I think of a documentary film about insects' life that I saw about a decade ago. I haven't seen insects with such intimacy before. Although I do