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style=\"text-align:left;word-break:break-all;font-size:14px;line-height:1.6em;\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eBook Introduction\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdl\u003e\n\u003cdt\u003e A word from MD\u003c\/dt\u003e\n\u003cdd\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Poet Choi Seung-ja's first prose collection, republished after 32 years.\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e After 32 years since its publication, poet Choi Seung-ja's first collection of prose is being republished.\u003cbr\u003e Prose written between 1995 and 2013 was added to the existing book.\u003cbr\u003e The thoughts and sentences of a poet who calls himself a lazy poet, who wrote poetry but also strayed from it, but had no choice but to return to literature, shine transparently.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cspan\u003eDecember 14, 2021.\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan\u003eEssay PD Kim Tae-hee\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/dd\u003e\n\u003c\/dl\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003e“Let’s stop writing, that’s the end.”\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003ePublished in an expanded edition after 32 years\u003cbr\u003e Poet Choi Seung-ja's first prose!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nanda is republishing poet Choi Seung-ja's first prose collection, \"The Story of a Lazy Poet.\"\u003cbr\u003e It has been 32 years since it was first published in 1989.\u003cbr\u003e This is a revised edition that adds prose written from 1995 to 2013 to the existing book, which contained 25 prose pieces in three parts, into a fourth part.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Since her debut in the quarterly 『Literature and Intelligence』 in 1979, she has been a poet who has stood up against the oppression of the times, which can be called the \"oppression of the scissors,\" and has opened up the language of the body, the voice of women, and a \"terrible and beautiful\" world.\u003cbr\u003e A poet who has become “the most transparent mirror of words in our time, with a poetic turn that is used economically but surely” (Hwang Hyeon-san).\u003cbr\u003e But he is a poet who is so transparent that he forgets about the poems he was supposed to submit for months, putting them away in a drawer, and then casually says that it was all his own terrible 'laziness'.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHe returned with a collection of prose instead of poetry, his first collection of prose from 32 years ago, adding new prose salvaged from those lost days.\u003cbr\u003e The new 『Story of a Lazy Poet』 begins with the prose piece \"Again on the Train of Youth\" written in 1976, before his literary debut, and continues with the piece \"Mystical Dreams\" written in 2013.\u003cbr\u003e These are the writings of poet Choi Seung-ja, from the beginning to the present, that serve as indicators of the passage of time and its flow.\u003cbr\u003e This is a collection of prose that is sometimes a diary, sometimes a confession, sometimes a commentary on the times or a literary commentary, and eventually becomes a poetry essay and finally a poem.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cul\u003e\u003cli\u003e You can preview some of the book's contents.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cspan\u003ePreview\u003c\/span\u003e\n\n\u003c\/li\u003e\u003c\/ul\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eindex\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 1: Hunger and Dreams\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Back on the train of youth 13\u003cbr\u003e Hunger and Dreams 16\u003cbr\u003e This is life 20\u003cbr\u003e Why write poetry? 24\u003cbr\u003e Moral People 28\u003cbr\u003e Journey to Adulthood 35\u003cbr\u003e Maenghee or other eye 39\u003cbr\u003e About Death 47 \u003cbr\u003eLeaving and returning 56\u003cbr\u003e Singer and Poet 61\u003cbr\u003e 66 places I stayed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 2: A Wandering Dream\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My Theistic Years 75\u003cbr\u003e About the title 79\u003cbr\u003e Wandering Dream 83\u003cbr\u003e Round and Ripe Life 88\u003cbr\u003e Short Thoughts 92\u003cbr\u003e At the end of the year 97\u003cbr\u003e 100 empty and shining seats\u003cbr\u003e Childhood Solitude Exercise 103\u003cbr\u003e The Forest Without 109\u003cbr\u003e Tin Drum Regret 113\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 3: The Story of a Lazy Poet\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beyond Violence 119\u003cbr\u003e The Tale of a Lazy Poet, Part 124\u003cbr\u003e On Poetry in the 1980s 130\u003cbr\u003e Poetic Resistance to \"Scissors-Pushing\" 135\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 4 All water dies when it reaches the desert.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Woman to woman 145\u003cbr\u003e Iljung's thoughts on uncle 150\u003cbr\u003e Bird Fantasy 154\u003cbr\u003e To H─All water dies when it reaches the desert 159\u003cbr\u003e In the last 10 years or so 172\u003cbr\u003e Mystical Dreams 176\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Poet's Note 183\u003cbr\u003e Revised Edition Poet's Note 187\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eDetailed image\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/momo\/TopCate3722\/MidCate002\/372111473.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Detailed Image 1\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eInto the book\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e But I want to leave this place now.\u003cbr\u003e I want to look away and slowly get up from my seat. \u003cbr\u003eI want to stretch my stiff legs from sitting for so long and walk somewhere else.\u003cbr\u003e I want to move.\u003cbr\u003e I want to see many other things.\u003cbr\u003e Other beautiful things besides me.\u003cbr\u003e If I just lift my eyes from the rotten puddle, countless beautiful things from the fields and roads will swim into the lenses of my eyes, and at some point I will shake myself off and start walking.\u003cbr\u003e I'm dreaming of that moment right now.\u003cbr\u003e The moment I take my first step.\u003cbr\u003e So, life, who has always trampled on my dreams, will you have one last fun game? Then I will die peacefully.\u003cbr\u003e It's not a branch that blooms like a flower, but I'll carefully break it off and offer it at your feet.\u003cbr\u003e If you don't do well this time, I'll be the first to cause trouble.\u003cbr\u003e I'm going to take off my shoe and hit you in the face. \u003cbr\u003eAnd I will never let you die peacefully.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.26~27, from “Why Write Poetry?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Leaving is ultimately about returning to oneself, to one's own reality.\u003cbr\u003e Like an ending and a beginning, leaving and returning are one and the same.\u003cbr\u003e By leaving oneself, one returns to oneself.\u003cbr\u003e By leaving and returning countless times, devoting much time, most of it in suffering and unhappiness, what we gain may be only the slightly bitter but generous realization that happiness does not exist separately, but rather that the absence of unhappiness is happiness. \u003cbr\u003e(……) Humans are strong, but they cannot completely leave that life, and they cannot completely leave, but they leave and return often, and if we ask once what efforts we have made for that life, it rains before we know it, and if we ask twice what efforts we have made for that life, it snows before we know it, and in the meantime, the calendar turns pages one by one, quickly or slowly, and if we float a small boat on the years of suffering or lethargy that have passed, is it love or small regrets, the bare branches that have already lost all their leaves knock on the windowpane, and the year now extends its cold, final hand of farewell.\u003cbr\u003e But in that nakedness, in that cold final farewell, perhaps it is finally time to say that we are alive, that we must live.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.59~60, from “Leaving and Returning”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eEven if he had no faith or illusions about poetry or writing poetry from the beginning, how did a poet who had a passion for writing poetry that was no less than anyone else around the time of his debut end up like this?\u003cbr\u003e A poet who has no faith, belief, or passion for poetry, who doesn't want to read poetry again after writing it, who doesn't feel satisfied after writing it, and who ultimately returns to the place of poetry in a state of disarray, feeling something is lacking and something is missing. A dry and barren poet.\u003cbr\u003e It seems as if the criticism that such a poet has neither the value nor the right to exist as a poet is coming from somewhere. \u003cbr\u003eYet, as long as I write poetry, am I still a poet? I wonder if some readers of my poetry will say, \"What kind of poetry is this? There's no meat left, only inedible bones.\"\u003cbr\u003e A poet who cannot provide delicious lean meat full of nutrients.\u003cbr\u003e A poet who only presents barren, hard bones that have no flesh attached and cannot be eaten (if only those bones could be boiled to make a delicious broth.\u003cbr\u003e Please, if that's even possible).\u003cbr\u003e --- p.127~128, from “The Story of a Lazy Poet”\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eOnce fear arises, it grows fat through countless cell divisions, and thus, the fear that has become the foundation of our existence guides our lives by controlling us invisibly from deep within us, and its ultimate destination is death, and on the way there, it experiments with and demonstrates many forms of death.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps our lives are a journey of fear boarding a flower cart and reaching its destination, death.\u003cbr\u003e Because fear, unable to overcome its own destructiveness, destroys itself by dying.\u003cbr\u003e Once an emotion is born and expands, it gains strength and cannot contain its own power and weight, so it cannot help but spill out.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps the true nature of the 'condition' in Buddhism is a prison-like structure made up of various events, relationships, and situations that arise as a result of pouring outward like that. \u003cbr\u003eAnd that last, final 'condition' may be death as an event.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps I had some instinctive awareness of the fear and its destination, death.\u003cbr\u003e “So, before that fear could eat me\/It was the rat that got tired and howled and threatened first.\/Maybe in the hope that maybe because of that the world wouldn’t eat me...” The rat that got tired and howled first and threatened, and constantly spewed out death, misfortune, and despair, that rat’s cry, was that my poem?\u003cbr\u003e --- p.162~163, from “To H - All water dies when it touches the desert”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now that I've let go of the things that have been making me sick, what should I do?\u003cbr\u003e I will continue to write poetry, but I cannot help but return to literature, and I am no longer the person I used to be, so I am also secretly harboring other dreams. \u003cbr\u003eIt is my idea to write very short stories in the form of warm, beautiful, mysterious, strange, and sad tales that are connected to a certain originality.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- p.175, from “The Last 10 Years”\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003ePublisher's Review\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003eA place that shines empty,\u003cbr\u003e Choi Seung-ja's 40 years\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"The Story of a Lazy Poet\" is a message from poet Choi Seung-ja, who has been 'sitting for a long time'.\u003cbr\u003e This is the first publication in five years since the 2016 poetry collection, “Empty Like an Empty Boat.”\u003cbr\u003e There was also a five-year silence between the last poetry collection and the previous work, “Written on Water.”\u003cbr\u003e The gap between the fifth and sixth collections of poetry was even longer, at 11 years.\u003cbr\u003e A poet who rarely writes.\u003cbr\u003e “That I am alive, \/ is but an eternal rumor” (from “Once Upon a Time”), said the poet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Among the recent works added in Part 4, there is one titled “The Last 10 Years or so.” \u003cbr\u003eThere is no need for any decoration as there is no greed.\u003cbr\u003e While publishing his poetry collection, “Lovers,” in 1998, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and was repeatedly admitted to and discharged from a psychiatric ward. He said nonchalantly that he was “acting like a child” on that bridge, “looking back and forth on some secret bridge” between Western astrology and mystical systems, and later between Lao-tzu and Zhuang-tzu, but did not even allow him to see the structure, let alone dismantle it.\u003cbr\u003e I decided to just let go of the things that were making me sick and tired, and just 'letting go'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So when we ask what we should do now, the poet's answer is simply indifferent.\u003cbr\u003e “I have no choice but to return to literature,” so “I will continue to write poetry.”\u003cbr\u003e Although he says he has already become irreversibly different from his former self, there is no doubt that literature is where he will return. \u003cbr\u003eHe also hinted at a vision: “I want to write very short stories in the form of warm, beautiful, mysterious, strange, and sad tales that are connected to a certain originality.”\u003cbr\u003e With the determination to return to the place of literature, he said, “So these days, I am diligently reading literary books,” in clear, unquestioning language (“Mystical Dreams”).\u003cbr\u003e Another 10 years have passed since I looked back on the 'last 10 years or so'.\u003cbr\u003e Meanwhile, in 2014, the publisher requested the poet to republish this collection of essays, and permission was granted in 2019.\u003cbr\u003e On November 11, 2021, I received a new 'Poet's Note' from the poet who had moved to a hospital ahead of the republication.\u003cbr\u003e The pronunciation on the other end of the phone was loud and clear, like a turnip being cut into pieces.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I have finally published a collection of essays that I had been putting off for a long time.\u003cbr\u003e It seems like a long time has passed.\u003cbr\u003e Thinking about the time that has passed \u003cbr\u003eIt makes me laugh.\u003cbr\u003e Is this something to laugh about?\u003cbr\u003e Let's stop using it\u003cbr\u003e end.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ─ Full text of the \"Revised Edition Poet's Note\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eRather than despair mixed with germs\u003cbr\u003e Always pure hope\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When talking about this book, or rather, when talking about Choi Seung-ja, the one thing that cannot be left out is 'death'.\u003cbr\u003e When the poet suddenly looks back on the past, death is calmly there.\u003cbr\u003e There is even an article titled “About Death” in the book.\u003cbr\u003e The 'self-inflicted' death of my maternal grandmother's servant, Iljung, the 'joke-like' death of my first boarding house owner, and the death of my grandmother, who 'became a comfort' in the midst of my sorrow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But in this way, the victor goes beyond death, to the next death, to the 'death of death'.\u003cbr\u003e He simply confesses, “Death is something connected to a deep, dark, intense, and ripe sensuality,” and immediately reflects on the fact that “I have not found enough satisfaction in my life.” \u003cbr\u003eFinally, when the reality of 'death', which he had believed to be sensual, is killed in the face of his mother's death, the poet reads the title of his fourth poetry collection, 'My Grave, Blue', differently.\u003cbr\u003e “Well, maybe that was the tomb that contained my death.” (To H)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The poet said, “I always choose certain despair over uncertain hope.”\u003cbr\u003e But instead of ultimately falling into despair and death, the winner always returns to life.\u003cbr\u003e Suddenly, I return to the rumor called life.\u003cbr\u003e “Since I came out to have fun anyway, I have no choice but to have fun” (“This Is What Living Is”), he declares, and vows that if he is not going to let me have fun in life, he will cause a “fuck” first, and that he will never die peacefully (“Why Are You Writing Poetry?”).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The poet is not bent toward death, but faces death and looks beyond it. \u003cbr\u003eFrom there, it seems as if we have taken a big step forward and escaped into the world of space, mystery, and the spirit.\u003cbr\u003e “It is an attempt to understand the world fundamentally rather than conceptually” (Hwang Hyeon-san).\u003cbr\u003e But even if everything he can hear, see, and touch in this world brings him to despair, the 'only thing' that the poet holds onto until the end is this place where he can touch and hear, the place of life again.\u003cbr\u003e With the habit of “going back and forth like a pendulum between blind despair and blind hope,” he wrote a record of a life that became stronger by ‘leaving and returning’ while facing life without completely abandoning it.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eHumans are strong, but they cannot completely leave that life, and they cannot completely leave, but they leave and return often. If we ask once what efforts we have made for that life, it rains before we know it, and if we ask twice what efforts we have made for that life, it snows before we know it, and in the meantime, the calendar turns pages one by one, quickly or slowly, and if we float a small boat on the years of suffering or lethargy that have passed, is it love or small regrets? Bare tree branches that have already lost all their leaves knock on the windowpane, and the year now extends its cold, final hand of farewell.\u003cbr\u003e But in that nakedness, in that cold final farewell, perhaps it is finally time to say that we are alive, that we must live. \u003cbr\u003eAnd as a poet once said, in the end, 'to live is to love.\u003cbr\u003e You have to pronounce that word.'\u003cbr\u003e ─ From \"Leaving and Returning\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eI'm dreaming of that moment right now.\u003cbr\u003e The moment I take my first step.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The poet suffers from “a disease of the beginning” due to longing for the beginning (the poet’s words in “Written on Water”).\u003cbr\u003e “The first poet of our time to register her birth as a woman who was reborn as a woman” (Kim So-yeon).\u003cbr\u003e He opened the door leading to the cool room, and then opened the door behind the door, and the door beyond the door, and came forward.\u003cbr\u003e He survived by being alive, and thus became a name that will never be forgotten by us.\u003cbr\u003e As the name suggests, “Wherever the winner is, he is the winner.\u003cbr\u003e “He has never surrendered” (Hwang Hyeon-san).\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA 38-year-old poet who said he could only laugh when he came across the sentence he wrote at the age of 25: “I am about to board the train called youth again.”\u003cbr\u003e “It makes me laugh to think about the time that has passed,” said the 70-year-old poet, looking back on his own words after 32 years.\u003cbr\u003e A poet who asks himself, “Is this something to laugh about?” and answers himself, “I should stop writing.”\u003cbr\u003e “The end,” said a lazy poet, putting a period like this.\u003cbr\u003e The story of a poet named Choi Seung-ja, who is constantly lazy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A poet who has no faith, belief, or passion for poetry, who doesn't want to read poetry again after writing it, who doesn't feel satisfied after writing it, and who ultimately returns to the place of poetry in a state of disarray, feeling something is lacking and something is missing. 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