Originally I thought of composing a haiku, but seeing how that form of poetry is native to Japan and not Korea, I decided not to follow through with the idea. Then I thought of composing some sort of traditional Korean poem, but not really caring much about Korean literature and/or poetry, nor knowing nothing of traditional Korean poetry, I thought it best to stay away from that arena as well. The other usual suspects (a ballad, a Broadway musical, interpretive dance) were also scrapped given my lack of will power. So instead you are all stuck with the same old type of posting. If you haven't figured it out by now, this is a Cherry Blossom tree (벚꽃 in Korean), and they are all almost gone and done with. Most of you probably know the life-cycle of the Cherry Blossoms, that they bloom in Spring for only 2 or 3 weeks, thus making them even more beautiful. I bet if the Corpse Flower blossomed for only 2 or 3 weeks, we'd all love that just as much. This picture was taken on my way to work, right in front of the hospital. The main entrance of the hospital has dozens of Cherry Blossom trees, making it quite breath-taking. Also, in perhaps one of the most blatant strikes of irony I've come in contact with, one of the most beautiful places to view Cherry Blossoms in Seoul (outside of Yeoidou), is Shinchon, where I live, where Yonsei and the hospital is located, and where college students go to get drunk off their asses. On the weekend, it is not uncommon to see Korean college students throwing up on the side of the street thanks to a massive intake of alcohol. Well, for 2 to 3 weeks in April, they now get to vomit in style, as one of the main roads that cuts through Shinchon is laden with dozens of Cherry Blossom trees that look beautiful. City planners must have been pretty drunk as well when they planned this one, but hey, at least it gives Shinchon a sprinkle of beauty, even if it lasts only a fleeting moment. You know, now that I think about it, it's a lot like Beauty and the Beast, you know, without the talking household equipment, but certainly with the unruly townsfolk and the occasional song and dance.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Day 12: Poetic Justice of Spring
Originally I thought of composing a haiku, but seeing how that form of poetry is native to Japan and not Korea, I decided not to follow through with the idea. Then I thought of composing some sort of traditional Korean poem, but not really caring much about Korean literature and/or poetry, nor knowing nothing of traditional Korean poetry, I thought it best to stay away from that arena as well. The other usual suspects (a ballad, a Broadway musical, interpretive dance) were also scrapped given my lack of will power. So instead you are all stuck with the same old type of posting. If you haven't figured it out by now, this is a Cherry Blossom tree (벚꽃 in Korean), and they are all almost gone and done with. Most of you probably know the life-cycle of the Cherry Blossoms, that they bloom in Spring for only 2 or 3 weeks, thus making them even more beautiful. I bet if the Corpse Flower blossomed for only 2 or 3 weeks, we'd all love that just as much. This picture was taken on my way to work, right in front of the hospital. The main entrance of the hospital has dozens of Cherry Blossom trees, making it quite breath-taking. Also, in perhaps one of the most blatant strikes of irony I've come in contact with, one of the most beautiful places to view Cherry Blossoms in Seoul (outside of Yeoidou), is Shinchon, where I live, where Yonsei and the hospital is located, and where college students go to get drunk off their asses. On the weekend, it is not uncommon to see Korean college students throwing up on the side of the street thanks to a massive intake of alcohol. Well, for 2 to 3 weeks in April, they now get to vomit in style, as one of the main roads that cuts through Shinchon is laden with dozens of Cherry Blossom trees that look beautiful. City planners must have been pretty drunk as well when they planned this one, but hey, at least it gives Shinchon a sprinkle of beauty, even if it lasts only a fleeting moment. You know, now that I think about it, it's a lot like Beauty and the Beast, you know, without the talking household equipment, but certainly with the unruly townsfolk and the occasional song and dance.
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