Jon wantoned to make him selfish a profitcer, a sir-ting the virtus of busybeeing a schooler. Therefore I met him the other night whilst finishing my cigarette and weetalked his lovely honors thesis and the greatness of it, until melancholy slipped into my irritable bowels (like the panting deer thirsting for water brooks I sought out a toilet; And suddenly a greatful tempest arose on the sea, and the disciples were seized with panic. Jesus awoke and ordered the surging storm, "Be Calm."), so I barked and forthed to say, "also, ich muss jetzt gehen. Gooluck with your honors, revel in your laboratory; I on my part will go to lavatory and work on my anus project." I laughed him. O howl I loathe his proudent eyes. Love thy neighboor, saith hymn, and aye, when I am merry with heavenly sake I shall pour love on thy thighs and thighs’ neighbor.
Sweet love,
You were so sugary,
You’ve given me a toothache
In my heart.
There were days when I like a love-struck fool sat down to write. I bound marcelf onto a rock. Each time I wrote a word, pang of anxiety came flying in like a raven and sat by my side and, with its raptorial beaks, munched on my swollen liver intoxicated by idleness. But no more. I am a loafer supreme O sweet indolence annuls all. Indeed the generous Mother Mudd in my absence has filled my body once again with warm blood and posited strength in my muscles that every corner of my existence throbs with life and even when I fart it sounds like a joyous hymn of a convalescent. My mind turns happy like that plump Buck Mulligan, Dionysus laureled with a tambourine dancing shaking a grapevine wreath. In the midst of o the myriad mouths murmuring feces on Fecebook, I prattle and procrastinate my being freely, frivolously, without much contemporation on the truelty of life. My hands refuse to werk and my tongue presently only befits crafted gibberish.
See how Time flies like an ancient owl,
Frowning, upon us emptying its bowels.
I open my mouth like a beggar's bowl
But the fleeting muses, alas, drop not a vowel.
All said, mein Gedankenfreund, all said. All boors me to tears and thou art deerly missled in my hart. List! List! O list! Hamlet, I am thy father’s spit. Anal-yse these excrephanies thoroughly. For now I must return to the seventh Hell reserved for those having foolishly ventured to write something worthwhile. I am Lazarus the beggar brought to Hell by the capitalist Good - a tipful of water to cool off my tongue! Have only mercy, O farther Abraham, and kindly tell my kindsmen not to walk on the same pathway as I did!
길섶에는 새초롬한 담배꽁초들
흰 연기로 피어났던 이국異國의 풀들
가만 코를 들이밀고 들여다보면
숨어있는 불꽃 씨가 귀엽고 예뻐요
이제는 져버린 꽃잎이지만
청소부를 기다리는 신세이지만서도
나비 날 때 함께 날던 설레임으로
도란도란 모여 앉아 땅과 같이 웃어요
Another foolish weekend has slipped away from us. All the precious moments of merrymaking, mirth and laughter, and dear memories of late risings now puff out in a single sigh and grow dim and faint as the misty vapor after fireworks, having once colored the night sky like youthful constellations, forever out of reach. Mixed with caffeine, they swirl into the mirky revolving that is the state of our already sleep-deprived mind. Yet we go on. Like the old deluded knight of the spanish countryside charging headlong at the windmill we have no fear, boldly striding through the ugly mouth of the library gaping at us and into the deepest abyss of the devouring creature, steps in sync with the sombre processional march ringing in the vast night air, to die a valiant hero's death.
May I take the liberty of saying that in my opinion Lunar New Year in Korea is boring. It is the time of the year when you are shoved into a car, driven out of the city, leaving behind the beautiful forest of buildings and misty smog, and visit your grandparents who dwell in the monotony of green and the helpless boredom of the countryside, where the air is too fresh and the water abnormally clean. And that's not the worst part. The moment they see you, your grandparents will set out to stuff your stomach with all kinds of food, drink, and snack, that are all made at home, until you become so full that you will begin to think of the leftover Chinese food in your fridge that you could have just put in the microwave to cook. Things get worse once your other relatives arrive. We have this peculiar tradition of bowing to your elders, who will then exchange your respect with certain commodities, such as new year's wishes, platitudes, or allowance money. Who likes money anyway? And then another vicious cycle of eating, talking, watching movies, and playing games ensues. It's like Christmas here. So, in conclusion, Korean Lunar new year is boring.
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이번 주말에 한국학생회가 베트남 그리고 중국학생회와 함께 주최하는 Lunar New Year Banquet을 위해 '나의 설날 이야기'라는 주제로 짧은 영상을 찍어 보내달라는 부탁을 받았는데 졸음을 이겨가며 어찌어찌 쓰다 보니 이런 글이 나왔다. 청중 여러분께서 예쁘게 봐주셨으면 좋겠다.
 찰랑거리는 睡眠의 水面을 헤치고 by 낭비 |
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