{"product_id":"135594","title":"A remarkably sad self-consciousness ","description":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/tmgdisk01.cafe24.com\/images\/vs\/4172\/sv\/3jYCUWLjQ5WDoIipnp4rleJBufx4Bn.png?v=1765055443\" style=\"max-width:100%;max-height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center;font-size:30px;font-weight:bolder;line-height:1.6em\"\u003e A remarkably sad self-consciousness \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd 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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 A portrait of a young poet with unwavering transparency\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e The first collection of essays by Park Cham-sae, winner of the Kim Su-yeong Literary Award. \u003cbr\u003eThe poet, who considers sadness to be his destiny, confesses the reasonless sadness that permeates his life through his book.\u003cbr\u003e I constantly think about my surroundings, the world, and poetry, and read life through literature.\u003cbr\u003e A book that boldly and transparently expresses one's identity as a person who continues to write and read.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cspan\u003eJuly 4, 2025.\u003c\/span\u003e \u003cspan\u003eEssay PD Lee Ju-eun\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“You can tell by looking at the fluctuating letters.\u003cbr\u003e “How much weight did I have to bear to write this?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sentences that pulsate between life and literature\u003cbr\u003e Poet Park Cham-sae, winner of the 42nd Kim Su-yeong Literary Award, publishes his first prose collection.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Poet Park Cham-sae, who displayed a sharp poetic sensibility in her first poetry collection, “Mind,” which won the 42nd Kim Su-yeong Literary Award, has published her first prose collection.\u003cbr\u003e \"Excellently Sad Self-Consciousness\" is the poet's first solo work since releasing the \"energy seething like an active volcano\" he has been condensing for a long time into a poetry collection. \u003cbr\u003eThe book is a portrait of a young poet, filled with all sorts of attention he received after winning awards and publishing a collection of poems, yet still struggling with the hardships of life, the shame he felt for remaining silent about social issues, the dull days spent shivering and crying, and his escape into books as his only means of self-preservation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For the sparrow, sadness without a source is like a fate that he must carry throughout his life.\u003cbr\u003e Rather than a special emotion, it is closer to the default value of emotions that are entangled in the ‘spirit’ and ‘head’.\u003cbr\u003e The poet confesses the sadness he encounters as he goes through life, from himself to his family, others, the world, poetry, and ultimately to 'being alive' itself.\u003cbr\u003e This immersion that permeates youth, however, ultimately acts as a driving force for writing.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eEven when my hands were shaking, even when I was shaking so much that I couldn't tell if it was a letter or not, even when I was looking at what was being written, I didn't stop writing.\u003cbr\u003e All the time I spent like that is piled up here.\u003cbr\u003e (…) You can tell by looking at the fluctuating letters.\u003cbr\u003e How much weight did I bear while writing?\u003cbr\u003e How much I wanted to write down how I endured it and how it didn't matter.\u003cbr\u003e Words speak volumes.\u003cbr\u003e The letters written with difficulty say more.\u003cbr\u003e More than necessary.\u003cbr\u003e _In the text\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The writings, which continue on without hesitation and with transparency, sometimes sound like a wild shout.\u003cbr\u003e At first glance, the poet appears to be at odds with the world and even with himself, but his continued immersion in writing and reading is nothing more than a gesture of confronting that discord head-on.\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 At the beginning of the book\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e sad self-consciousness \u003cbr\u003etied to the body\u003cbr\u003e Ticklish scream\u003cbr\u003e Poetry (running)\u003cbr\u003e Paper grave\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e supplement\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\/TopCate5369\/MidCate002\/536815589(2).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 There are sad people.\u003cbr\u003e Such people are sad for no reason.\u003cbr\u003e Even if they seem to have it all, they have a huge, never-ending hole that follows them through all their lives, past, present, and future.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.22\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If you lose your way, it takes time.\u003cbr\u003e When you lose someone, your heart is heavy.\u003cbr\u003e But if I'm at a loss for words, I still don't know what to do.\u003cbr\u003e And this makes me sad for a very long time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.40\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Am I qualified? Can I speak of sorrow, of mourning? I still don't know.\u003cbr\u003e I can't find my way to sadness.\u003cbr\u003e Because I was always on the road, always wandering around in the middle of the road, lost, everything had already begun.\u003cbr\u003e There is no purpose and even less of a destination. \u003cbr\u003eA path of tears that can never be forgotten or become boring.\u003cbr\u003e On that dead-end wide road.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.49\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's sad and more difficult to feel that people don't talk about the broken parts, the patterns of their own cross-hatching.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.74\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I will grow old.\u003cbr\u003e You will get very old.\u003cbr\u003e Could I still be a sparrow then? Would my sparrow-ness be unrelated to aging? Could I even be a seventy-year-old sparrow? Could I survive as a serious old lady poet among the old men?\u003cbr\u003e --- p.111\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If I think that the sadness that kept flowing from somewhere and was missed or forgotten has all come to me, it's like a cute gift.\u003cbr\u003e And maybe it's a real gift.\u003cbr\u003e Now I'm practicing receiving it gratefully.\u003cbr\u003e This absurd, overwhelming sadness, it's all mine.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.158\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I went to the book with an old heart.\u003cbr\u003e And hid inside the book. \u003cbr\u003eAll the real things were poured out or said in the book.\u003cbr\u003e I only chose to say or not say things that were okay to say.\u003cbr\u003e Then, I was often misunderstood, hated, or loved, but the book remained the same.\u003cbr\u003e He was speechless.\u003cbr\u003e Don't speak.\u003cbr\u003e Just be there.\u003cbr\u003e Right where I asked you to be.\u003cbr\u003e On days when I was really torn, I thought it was fortunate to just see the book there.\u003cbr\u003e This guy is paper and I'm a human, but I'm the one getting torn.\u003cbr\u003e You won't abandon me.\u003cbr\u003e You will stay by my side until I abandon you.\u003cbr\u003e You will continue to be a book.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- pp.178-179\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\u003eHiding inside a book, I comfort my worn-out heart\u003cbr\u003e Tell me about your own diagonal pattern\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As can be seen from the title, ‘Excellently Sad Self-Consciousness,’ in his first collection of prose, Park Sparrow inscribes the identity of a poet who writes poetry based on sadness. \u003cbr\u003eEven after going through a period where I called myself a poet “with the intention of allowing myself to be myself” and finally gaining “recognition from the establishment,” I still cannot shake off the feeling that I remain in an ambiguous existence.\u003cbr\u003e The misconception that I will always be busy, the poetry that I don't write like it used to, and the issues of survival and punishment always hold me back, regardless of whether I debut.\u003cbr\u003e Even while crouching like that, the poet hums a small, hopeful pledge: “I want to continue writing and write more poetry.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This is how I feel when I accept that I have written something.\u003cbr\u003e My body was empty, and I just wrote it down, faithfully becoming someone else's.\u003cbr\u003e Then that writing becomes my armor.\u003cbr\u003e Strong and unique.\u003cbr\u003e It seems like it could survive any attack.\u003cbr\u003e _In the text\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eIt is also interesting to see Park Cham-sae as a reader before a writer, as he is known for his abundance of literary references.\u003cbr\u003e While reading 『The Diary of Sylvia Plath』, he analyzes her duality and what writing meant to her as she went through the process of death, and he also presents the unique perspective that Virginia Woolf's 『The Waves』 can be read as a long poem rather than a novel \"due to the aesthetics of observation and the appearance of multiple narrators who cannot be diagrammed.\"\u003cbr\u003e In particular, in the passage where the act of 'translation' is likened to sailing and shipping in Tawada Yoko's 'People Who Move Letters', the poet's characteristically astute insight is felt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Language does not stay still.\u003cbr\u003e Float forever.\u003cbr\u003e Sailing and shipping.\u003cbr\u003e It is moved while traveling.\u003cbr\u003e And there are people willing to track it.\u003cbr\u003e There are people who cross languages.\u003cbr\u003e _In the text\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCrossing the stepping stones of words laid down by the poet\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFind solace in a bruised heart\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Just as in the interview where he said, “I don’t want to distinguish between content and form,” Park Cham-sae breaks away from the stereotypical framework in this collection of essays.\u003cbr\u003e The poet divides the book into five large chapters, and within each chapter, the writing is connected like a tail biting its own tail without being divided.\u003cbr\u003e The text, arranged in long breaths, is organically connected within each chunk, increasing the reader's immersion.\u003cbr\u003e On the other hand, it is also quite fun to encounter the devices that the writer has prepared for the reader's lingering thoughts and rest.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Humans are fragile beings.\u003cbr\u003e This will be especially true for poets who are always sensitive to everything and are aware of the gap between them and others.\u003cbr\u003e The reason we seek out and read the poet's sentences is because we feel a sense of security and comfort in the writing that weaves a certain sense of homogeneity into our own language. \u003cbr\u003eThe young poet's desire to focus solely on writing, despite the day-to-day sense of a precarious crack, is quite endearing to those who know the difficulties of creation.\u003cbr\u003e The sentences that pour out from the poet's embrace, who willingly embraces \"overflowing sadness,\" will provide deep comfort to the reader.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAuthor's Note\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I am a sad person.\u003cbr\u003e A person who is sad for no reason.\u003cbr\u003e No time, no person could ever be the reason for my sadness.\u003cbr\u003e But not all sadness needs a reason, and a great deal of sadness wanders among us without a reason.\u003cbr\u003e The sorrows of those who have lost their way go for a walk every day.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And you too will be a sad person.\u003cbr\u003e He must be a sad person for no reason.\u003cbr\u003e We often feel like we've been kicked out when we look at the things happening in the outside world, both near and far, and we're tormented by the thought that we'll be at odds with everyone forever. \u003cbr\u003eEven if you cry because of me, when you hear the world's cries, you become confused again.\u003cbr\u003e With a face that knows that life, life is too long. \u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%;padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv 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