[First Impression] On The Verge of Insanity

I understand this might not be everyone's cup of tea, because it tells the story of workers trying to survive during mass layoffs and uncertainty because of their job. As side stories, this drama adds other social issues that we usually don't like to think about.

 

Saturday Poetry Corner 62: The Rising of the Storm

 

Since we've been having a season of storms, a poem that in its rhythm builds the anticipation, the winds rising and yet some steadiness in how the storm comes. But the effects of this one are different. 

Of course, symbolic reading of the poem might give quite a different results than just a regular storm.  The poem is by Paul Laurence Dunbar who already made the appearance on this blog.

 

 

Saturday Poetry Corner 61: Eurydice

In today's Poetry Corner, a poet who often signed her works as H.D. gave voice to Eurydice, the silent and passive recipient of action, never a performer.

 

[First Impression] Bossam - Steal The Fate

Since there is an unwritten rule that I need to have a sageuk among the pile of dramas I'm watching, this half of the year it's Bossam's turn to entertain. Although 'entertain' might be the wrong word for any historical that isn't explicit comedy (like Detective K).

[A Very Serious Not-A-Review] Dark Hole

 

Oh ye of little faith who dropped this drama somewhere along the way! How could you NOT appreciate this intricately symbolic, and allegoric, and allergic show? My mind is completely numb blown away just by the sheer amount of issues this drama touched upon. 

With the subtlety of a water buffalo.

Saturday Poetry Corner 60: The Dawn Of Darkness

 

Today, a poem from George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935).

Saturday Poetry Corner 59: Double Ballade on the Nothingness of Things

 

Today, a poem that reminds us that nothing is set in stone and the world is ephemeral. 

[Not A Drama Review] Hello? Me! ... Oh Damn

This, as the title suggests, will not be a review, but rather some loose ruminations on the drama I thought would be my background for doing things, but it turned out to be a really delightful journey.

Saturday Poetry Corner 58: When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

 Today, a bit unsettling poem by Walt Whitman. It is a long one, so probably not for everyone.

 

Saturday Poetry Corner 57: Let the Past Die

If I am being honest, I am not sure whether I'm back to blogging and posting. However, today is one poem, after a long break, this one is from William Ellery Leonard.