{"product_id":"153186","title":"Writing with a pencil ","description":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/tmgdisk01.cafe24.com\/images\/vs\/4172\/sv\/WQt5mWrOmisKe9K7DLIEZr.png?v=1764957836\" 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 Writing with a pencil \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 The true beauty of Kim Hoon's prose, written with a pencil\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e A new essay by novelist Kim Hoon, who still writes manuscripts by hand on manuscript paper. \u003cbr\u003eIt's been a while since I've visited readers with a story about the various fragments that make up life, the things that pass by, the trivial and the small things we encounter every day.\u003cbr\u003e It contains sentences written with a pencil, which is his weapon, his instrument, and his way of earning a living.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cspan\u003eMarch 29, 2019.\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“The pencil is my shovel.\u003cbr\u003e “The eraser is my hesitation”\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon's weapon, instrument, and bread-and-butter \"pencil\"\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Novelist Kim Hoon's new prose work has been published.\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon, one of the few remaining writers of our time who still writes manuscripts by hand on manuscript paper.\u003cbr\u003e Until now, author Kim Hoon has written all his articles about Yi Sun-sin's sword, Ureuk's gayageum, and the tedium of earning a living with a pencil on manuscript paper.\u003cbr\u003e Now he returns with a new prose piece that opens with a story about the pencil, his weapon, his instrument, and his extension of his livelihood.\u003cbr\u003e He wrote this in the introduction to the book:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eA pencil is my go-to tool for making a living.\u003cbr\u003e Letters are my lifeblood.\u003cbr\u003e When holding a pencil and writing\u003cbr\u003e I think my pencil is a Paleolithic man's fist axe,\u003cbr\u003e The blacksmith's hammer, the boatman's oar\u003cbr\u003e I hope to resemble you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Eraser dust on the desk\u003cbr\u003e If it piles up like snow\u003cbr\u003e My day is over.\u003cbr\u003e Don't write at night.\u003cbr\u003e Let's face the night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even these days, he writes the three characters '必日新 (pil-il-shin, every day must be renewed)' on the blackboard in his study and holds a pencil to create new language.\u003cbr\u003e After three and a half years since the prose piece “Boiling Ramen,” the mountain of eraser dust on his desk was swept away by a broom, countless scraps of paper piled up and then thrown into the trash can, and finally, 1,156 sheets of 200-character manuscript paper were piled up.\u003cbr\u003e And now those manuscripts are published into a thick 468-page book. \u003cbr\u003eIn the current reading culture of South Korea, where “books by healers who spread spiritualism in loose and vague sentences are enjoying overwhelming sales” (p. 376), Kim Hoon, the “warrior with a club and pencil,” as one interviewer once called him, has returned.\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 Notification 5\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 1: The Pencil is My Shovel\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mountain Spirit of Lake Park 15\u003cbr\u003e Food and Poop 37\u003cbr\u003e Aging and Dying 66\u003cbr\u003e The old man says 77\u003cbr\u003e Cold Noodle Soup on the Road of Cohabitation _ 3rd Anniversary of the Sewol Ferry Disaster 85\u003cbr\u003e Yi Sun-sin of My Heart I 98\u003cbr\u003e Yi Sun-sin in My Heart II 115\u003cbr\u003e Love is touch Love is real 140\u003cbr\u003e Lee Seung-bok and Lee Hyun-soo 154\u003cbr\u003e Ah, 100 won 163\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 2: The Eraser is My Hesitation\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Eating tteokbokki 177\u003cbr\u003e Park Chung-hee and the Beatles 185\u003cbr\u003e Homecoming 196\u003cbr\u003e Eating cucumber 215\u003cbr\u003e Taegeukgi 225\u003cbr\u003e Grandmother's words, grandson's words 239\u003cbr\u003e People Living _ 4th Anniversary of the Sewol Ferry Disaster 251\u003cbr\u003e Grandmothers Write Poetry with Their Bodies _ Reading the Writings of Grandmothers in Chilgok, Gokseong, Yangyang, and Suncheon 262  \u003cbr\u003eSergeant Park Jae-kwon's Hole-Punched Water Bottle 279\u003cbr\u003e On the Eastern Front _ A North Korean Soldier's Urine Stream 292\u003cbr\u003e After being discharged from the Western Front, let's get a better girlfriend. 300\u003cbr\u003e Clearing snow 305\u003cbr\u003e President, Army Sergeant, Army Corporal 318\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003ePart 3: The pencil gets shorter and the dust accumulates.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Filth of Words 331\u003cbr\u003e Star, in my heart 340\u003cbr\u003e Flowers and Sunset 350\u003cbr\u003e The Happiness of Tolerance 357\u003cbr\u003e The End of Life 376\u003cbr\u003e Eating cold noodles 384\u003cbr\u003e Seoul↔Sinuiju 410\u003cbr\u003e Geumgangsan↔Dumangang 423\u003cbr\u003e The Birds Came 433\u003cbr\u003e Waiting for the Whale 440\u003cbr\u003e Year after year, the sun goes by 453\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ending_ At the mouth of the Han River 462\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\/TopCate2226\/MidCate007\/222565165.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 alarm\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I don't have a goal of creating public opinion or of joining forces to gather sides.\u003cbr\u003e My writing simply wants to be writing, without any intention of doing anything and without waiting for your approval.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I try to be proud of my biases and prejudices, my hopes and angers, my sorrows and joys. \u003cbr\u003eIt's okay if my story is loose and messy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I want to talk about the various fragments that make up life, the things that pass by, the trivial and insignificant things, the things we encounter every day.\u003cbr\u003e It has always been difficult to secure the texture of life and the specificity of things.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If the publication of this book causes any harm to my silence, that is not what I wish at all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Spring 2019 --- From \"Breathing Fine Dust in Ilsan, Written by Kim Hoon\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A while ago, on my way back from Namhansanseong Fortress, I stopped by Moran Market in Seongnam and happened to see an oil market there.\u003cbr\u003e A vendor was going around from market to market, selling iron tools such as hammers, pliers, saws, hoes, and shovels.\u003cbr\u003e They formed groups of three and performed the Gopsachum, Byeongsinchum, and Gombaepalichum, along with anecdotes, to attract customers and sell their goods.\u003cbr\u003e There were about fifteen people in the audience. \u003cbr\u003eI sat in the front row and watched while eating a plate of stir-fried pork rinds.\u003cbr\u003e A man with a messy haircut who looked to be about the age of a senior citizen took the microphone and spoke.\u003cbr\u003e He lamented the reality of young people living only for their computers and smartphones, degenerating into animals who do not know how to use extension cords, losing the healthy functions of their living bodies, and shrinking the realm of humanity, through a critical lens of civilization.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He shouted, his blood boiling.\u003cbr\u003e ―Ah, Nimi, those guys who graduated from Seoul National University of Technology can't even drive a nail into a person's head or twist a chicken's neck.\u003cbr\u003e Oh, Jamie, those guys who graduated from top law schools can't hold pliers or turn a screwdriver.\u003cbr\u003e Is this a human or an orangutan?\u003cbr\u003e How can those whose bodies are completely rotten work all night and give birth to children?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I applauded.\u003cbr\u003e Everyone applauded.\u003cbr\u003e I was so moved by that speech that I immediately bought a shovel and used it to clear the snow this winter. \u003cbr\u003e--- p.309~310\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I don't know what people mean when they say 'inspiration'.\u003cbr\u003e The writing I barely manage to write is the result of my sluggish labor.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.345\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I want to hear you reflect on your words.\u003cbr\u003e Democracy is impossible when language is sick.\u003cbr\u003e For a conversation to be valid, there must be a listener, but there is no one listening as they just make a fuss and babble.\u003cbr\u003e Just because your ears are open doesn't mean you can hear everything, but Congress, please make an effort to hear.\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"The Filth of Words\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They say that the light of the stars has traveled tens of thousands of light years across space to be seen before my eyes, and with all this starlight embedded in my heart, my life was filled with joy and excitement.\u003cbr\u003e Even if I were a living being who would live clutching a handful of letters and return to a handful of dust, I would still be happy, even if I were a living being or an insignificant thing, because I was in contact with the same light and time as the stars. \u003cbr\u003eThe light that leaves the star today will travel tens of thousands of light years and be embedded in the hearts of living beings tens of thousands of years from now.\u003cbr\u003e ---From \"Star in My Heart\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You probably think this year-end party is a bit shabby and sloppy.\u003cbr\u003e Me too.\u003cbr\u003e But I endured, comforting the fleeting with the fleeting.\u003cbr\u003e It was comfortable and relaxing.\u003cbr\u003e Next year's year-end party will be like today's.\u003cbr\u003e Year after year, the years pass.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e ---From \"Year by Year\"\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\u003eFrom the morning poop to the inner self of the human Yi Sun-sin -\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon's pencil perfects the 'old man's genre'\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the past, Kim Hoon once said, \"Prose is a genre for the elderly.\"\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps he meant that it is a genre that can only be written about after the writer has personally seen, heard, experienced, and dug up fragments of memories and lived them over and over again. \u003cbr\u003eHe was already an outstanding essayist before becoming a novelist, and now, in his seventies, he is perfecting this 'genre of the elderly' by embracing his inner self and the modern history of the Republic of Korea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His sentences stretch out far and wide, from the terrifying and harrowing memories of his childhood of the demolition crews of the past who would wield hammers to destroy slums, and the mothers of the time who would rush at them and have their hair grabbed and cry, to the story of the sad poop he had the next morning when his stomach was boiling after drinking heavily on a day when his life felt like it was all over again in his youth, and the story of the inner self of 'the human Yi Sun-sin' that he could not include in 'The Song of the Sword', all the way to the Sewol Ferry Disaster that he covered while staying in Paengmok Port, Donggeochado, and Seogeochado ahead of the 4th anniversary of the Sewol Ferry Disaster last year.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe emptiness and tragedy of a day when one's life is ruined...\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eStill, “even while throwing shit at the enemy, humans must survive and protect themselves.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon's writing style, which persistently depicts the most ordinary and trivial objects to reveal the true face of humanity and the world, remains intact in this book.\u003cbr\u003e In his previous collection of essays, he evoked empathy with those who make do with a bowl of ramen, and in this book, he touches the hearts of those who start their day by sitting on the toilet with boiling water every morning, with a story about poop.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On days when I'm so filled with anger, frustration, hatred, and fatigue because my life is a mess, I shouldn't drink, but I have no choice but to drink.\u003cbr\u003e This is a story from when I was much younger than I am now. \u003cbr\u003eThe dawns when I would return home after chattering and giggling with everyone, cursing and harassing people, while reveling in the irresponsible and pitiful emotions of a drunkard, were empty and miserable.\u003cbr\u003e (…)\u003cbr\u003e The next morning, your head is splitting, your stomach is churning, and your body is full of garbage.\u003cbr\u003e The self-loathing on days like this is complete when you sit on the toilet.\u003cbr\u003e The stomach is boiling, the poop is sending urgent signals, the anus loses control and opens up on its own.\u003cbr\u003e (Food and Shit, pp. 42-43)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This horrific description of shit almost smells like shit.\u003cbr\u003e He keeps going.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The poop looks shabby, but it smells terrible.\u003cbr\u003e The pungent smell spreads far and wide, stinging people and spreading with a terrifying power.\u003cbr\u003e Even the smell of cigarettes that were smoked at the drinking party last night is lingering in the smell of shit. \u003cbr\u003eFragments of the empty words I babbled last night are still mixed in with the excrement, less rotten.\u003cbr\u003e In the dung, horse waste is boiling like maggots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That's me.\u003cbr\u003e That is the essence of my existence.\u003cbr\u003e That is my food, my drink, my body, and my time.\u003cbr\u003e Is that the poop of an apex predator? No.\u003cbr\u003e That is the excrement of someone who crawled to the bottom of the food chain to avoid being excluded from it.\u003cbr\u003e Rather than rice fermenting and smoothly connecting to harmonious feces and leaving the body, the relationship between rice and feces is blocked or distorted by the sourness that seeks sustenance.\u003cbr\u003e This shit is the undigested excrement of socio-economic contradictions and conflicts that have created conflict and discord within an individual's intestines.\u003cbr\u003e (…) \u003cbr\u003eEvery morning when the sun rises over the East Sea, countless young men and women in this country sit on toilets and shit their faces with sorrow and anger, just like the mornings of my youth.\u003cbr\u003e The road from rice to shit is dark and rough.\u003cbr\u003e (Food and Shit, pp. 43-45)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But even in this mess of life where food and shit are intertwined, he says that we must find our way in life rather than struggling while buried in shit.\u003cbr\u003e Just like Jeong Yak-yong, who used the filth and humiliation of excrement as a weapon of war.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even in the midst of the dung, he sought a path in life that could not be abandoned, and preached that path toward the hardships of his time.\u003cbr\u003e By throwing shit at the enemy, humans must survive, protect themselves, and hold on to hope.\u003cbr\u003e This patriotism of the Gyeongse family shouts that there is a path even in the shit.\u003cbr\u003e (Food and Shit, pp. 48-49)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA sentence that struck Kim Hoon like lightning\u003cbr\u003e “I came out of the prison gate.”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBut no matter how much you pour shit on your enemies, there is still pain that does not go away, and there are still enemies that are still alive and well.\u003cbr\u003e In the essay “Yi Sun-sin in My Heart,” which begins at the Yi Sun-sin shrine “Iraksa,” meaning the shrine where Yi (李) fell, he carefully restores the inner self of Yi Sun-sin, who had to fight a war surrounded by cruel hostility from within and without.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The first sentence he wrote after leaving prison was “I left the prison gates.”\u003cbr\u003e When I read 『Nanjung Ilgi』, this sentence struck me like a bolt from the blue.\u003cbr\u003e This sentence is expressionless, like the foundation stone of the west gate of Namhansanseong Fortress, hiding countless expressions.\u003cbr\u003e Yi Sun-sin was captured in Hansan Suyeong.\u003cbr\u003e The honor of the Samdosugun Tongjesa was trampled upon, his death was planned, and his body was tortured. \u003cbr\u003eAnd when he again set out on his journey as a private without rank, future generations will never know what kind of judgment or feelings Yi Sun-sin had toward the king who imprisoned him, beat him, and tried to kill him, and the civil servants and power holders around him.\u003cbr\u003e He was a diligent and meticulous recorder, but he never wrote a word about his inner self, which was beaten and worn out, and he never said a word to his subordinates at drinking parties.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Although he did not write or speak, there must have been something unspeakable boiling inside him, but he never said what it was.\u003cbr\u003e (…)\u003cbr\u003e Yi Sun-sin knew the filth of this unjust world where merit could mean death, and on the day he defeated the bandits and ended the war, he died at sea.\u003cbr\u003e (\"Yi Sun-sin in My Heart I,\" pp. 101-104)\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eTo Kim Hoon, Admiral Yi Sun-sin is precious not only as a great hero who fought a historic naval battle, but also as a figure who crossed the 'sea of ​​suffering of humanity', a noisy and evil band filled with unknown hostility and humiliation.\u003cbr\u003e Yi Sun-sin did not reveal or display his suffering and humiliation even to his subordinates at drinking parties.\u003cbr\u003e Yi Sun-sin said, \"Do not speak, but go your own way.\" Kim Hoon still holds in his heart the power of silence, the honesty of recording only the facts, and Yi Sun-sin's leadership that led people from death to life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“The writer is changing.”\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When this manuscript was serialized on the Internet, a reader left this short comment:\u003cbr\u003e “The writer is changing.”\u003cbr\u003e In this new work, he does not hide his sadness and anger as he mentions specific incidents that actually occurred in this society. \u003cbr\u003eHis writings, which are blatant criticisms of former President Park Geun-hye's \"May 19th Great Tears\" that tried to prevent the Sewol Ferry Disaster with insincere tears, society's treatment of a delivery rider who demanded 100 won in heat wave allowance, and the \"water-draining\" language that lawmakers use to throw dirty water at each other, as well as several writings written while thinking about \"North Korea,\" the half of the country he has never been to, show his determination to willingly dip his feet into the turmoil and contradictions of this world and to accurately express his anger with his pencil.\u003cbr\u003e He wrote that he had a 'precious lesson in the world' after meeting Park Jeong-hoon, who was preparing to form the Riders' Union.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the days of poverty, Koreans believed that if the country prospered and national income increased, the problem of poverty would be solved on its own.\u003cbr\u003e However, it has been proven that this is not the case. \u003cbr\u003eAs incomes rise, poverty becomes structural, and structural poverty becomes endemic and hereditary.\u003cbr\u003e Poverty is not just material deprivation.\u003cbr\u003e Poverty is the exclusion, discrimination, deprivation, and contempt that come with it.\u003cbr\u003e This structure has become so routine that no one questions it.\u003cbr\u003e The words that explain that this is the principle of the market and the result of the market's autonomous function working are powerful.\u003cbr\u003e I'm a total ignorant person, so I can't really talk about grand narratives like income distribution or the direction of economic development, but I can at least talk about what I've seen and experienced.\u003cbr\u003e (…)\u003cbr\u003e A rider posted a message in the Riders Union's open KakaoTalk room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e - Young people, if you don't take an interest in politics, people worse than dogs will rule over you, said King Sedong and General Yi Sun-shim.\u003cbr\u003e His tone is rough, but what he is trying to say is not rough. \u003cbr\u003eAt the traffic lights at city intersections, motorcycles stand alone.\u003cbr\u003e (\"Ah, 100 Won,\" pp. 169-173)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA ray of laughter in Kim Hoon's sentences\u003cbr\u003e The world of \"visible\" written by the \"mountain spirit of Lake Park\"\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Meanwhile, discovering the humor that permeates Kim Hoon's world is a special pleasure in reading Kim Hoon's new work.\u003cbr\u003e His solid sentences, which left no room for a single comma or an awkward adverb, and his world of utter futility were filled with jokes and laughter.\u003cbr\u003e The endless and inconclusive chatter of the elderly and women resonates like a pansori, and the various 'troubling stories' of the people living in this secular city make us snicker and laugh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Their faces were wrinkled, their hair seemed to be covered with dust, and their eyes looked slumped and had lost their sharpness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e - I can't even drink a lot of alcohol anymore.\u003cbr\u003e From now on, when we meet, let's have milk.\u003cbr\u003e Or cider.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e- After a few drinks, the sun began to set.\u003cbr\u003e (…)\u003cbr\u003e Among this group, I am the one who reads books and writes, so I am always treated like a scholar.\u003cbr\u003e When my friends start talking and the conversation gets ambiguous, they pass the buck to me.\u003cbr\u003e - Hey, ask Hoon about that.\u003cbr\u003e His head is full of things he already knows.\u003cbr\u003e Like a piece of rice cake.\u003cbr\u003e I know everything.\u003cbr\u003e Oh my gosh, that book.\u003cbr\u003e (Year after year, pp. 455-460)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sometimes, he is introduced as a 'gentleman of noble character' in a crowded wedding hall and gives a wedding speech wearing white gloves, but the young guests' reaction is not very good.\u003cbr\u003e After several failures, Kim Hoon declares that he will never give a wedding speech again, and the title of the article containing this anecdote is 'The Old Man Speaks'.\u003cbr\u003e Another fun aspect of reading this book is getting a glimpse of Kim Hoon's sermon, which is difficult to hear again. \u003cbr\u003eHe willingly refers to himself as a \"old fart\" and shares many jokes and thoughts about growing old, but it seems that growing old isn't just about regret and sadness for him.\u003cbr\u003e He wrote about the 'joys of growing old':\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It's too late, but as I get older, the boundaries of self-consciousness that used to suffocate me crumble, and I become more and more relaxed.\u003cbr\u003e This is the joy of growing old.\u003cbr\u003e Aging is a world of adjectives rather than verbs.\u003cbr\u003e The freedom of the evening, when the day has ended, the light has receded, and the density of time has thinned, is cool.\u003cbr\u003e These times are like the low tide at the mouth of the Han River in Ilsan, the neighborhood where I live.\u003cbr\u003e In this cloudy vision, things that were previously invisible become clearly visible.\u003cbr\u003e When self-consciousness recedes, the world becomes visible, and what is seen then is not new things seen for the first time, but the newness of things seen always.\u003cbr\u003e It's even clearer because it's so late. \u003cbr\u003eThis is a world of 'being seen', not 'seeing'.\u003cbr\u003e (Aging and Dying, p. 74)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So he decides to faithfully write down these clearly 'visible things'.\u003cbr\u003e He is old and these days he lives by relying on trees, forests, and water.\u003cbr\u003e In Ilsan Lake Park, where he has been taking walks and resting for 20 years, many other people and living things are passing by.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A neighborhood child who goes to kindergarten fell while riding his bicycle at the park.\u003cbr\u003e I was sitting on the bench.\u003cbr\u003e There were a lot of bicycles following us, so I picked up the child and took him out onto the road.\u003cbr\u003e The child's wound was broken and a little blood was seeping out.\u003cbr\u003e The child cried and called for his mother.\u003cbr\u003e The child did not have a cell phone.\u003cbr\u003e I asked my child for his mother's cell phone number and contacted her on my cell phone.\u003cbr\u003e (…) The child who had stopped crying burst into tears again when he saw his mother. \u003cbr\u003eWhen children see their mothers, it seems like the sadness they had been holding back is overflowing.\u003cbr\u003e The child cried and said to his mother.\u003cbr\u003e - I fell down and was crying, but this mountain spirit grandfather saved me.\u003cbr\u003e The child's mother laughed heartily while holding and comforting the crying child.\u003cbr\u003e The child's mother said.\u003cbr\u003e - This happened because he read too many picture books.\u003cbr\u003e Grandpa, I'm sorry.\u003cbr\u003e It seems that these days there are still picture books featuring mountain spirits.\u003cbr\u003e The child was living in a fairy tale world.\u003cbr\u003e The child, who had stopped crying, returned with his mother and waved his maple leaf-like hands at me.\u003cbr\u003e After living in Ilsan for 20 years, I became the mountain spirit of the lake park.\u003cbr\u003e (Pages 28-29)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The 'Mountain Spirit of Lake Park' looks at the back of a child running away, waving with hands like maple leaves. \u003cbr\u003eEven in this world filled with despair and injustice, children grow up, people play soccer in vacant lots, young people eat tteokbokki to relieve the burden of their meals, and when it snows, people flock to the streets to fall in love and kiss.\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon, who has become a 'mountain spirit', is like an invisible man, wandering around this trite yet beautiful street and world, eavesdropping on people's stories and secretly writing them down with a pencil even today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAbout the things that pass by, the trivial and insignificant things that we encounter every day, the things that are close to us.\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon's \"Song of the Backward Street\"\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now he plans to live the rest of his life cherishing the days he has left and keeping 'near by what is near'.\u003cbr\u003e A significant portion of the writings in this book are from his serialized writings on the Munhakdongne Naver Cafe under the title ‘Nuhangsa - Song of the Backward Streets.’ \u003cbr\u003eThese are the words I wrote while standing on this shabby, shabby, and backward street, ‘breathing in fine dust and ultrafine dust’ like any other person.\u003cbr\u003e But even in these musty, dusty streets, there is the warmth of a bowl of earthy cold noodle soup, a young mother kissing her child, and people who continue to 'live' even after irreversible state violence and disaster.\u003cbr\u003e What is precious to him are the ‘people who live’ despite these circumstances.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I lived to be 70 to know that the everyday life of a young mother taking her sick child to the hospital in Luhang could be so beautiful.\u003cbr\u003e Knowing this, I felt that the 70 years had not been in vain.\u003cbr\u003e As I get older, I become more free and flow into the world.\u003cbr\u003e Only when I can accept this breakdown with peace rather than suffering will I truly grow old.\u003cbr\u003e I barely find a new world. \u003cbr\u003eI try to be a listener rather than a speaker, a looker rather than a reader.\u003cbr\u003e I try to stay away from people who repeat the same thing over and over again, just like they did with the books they've read.\u003cbr\u003e I try to look at people and things rather than words, and get closer to things that are close to me.\u003cbr\u003e There is not much time left, and what you were looking at is barely visible.\u003cbr\u003e (Aging and Dying, pp. 75-76)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kim Hoon's 'writing with a pencil' is 'writing with the body.'\u003cbr\u003e And it is 'close writing'.\u003cbr\u003e Even without 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