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A Meal on the Road<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Not the round and warm rice in a bowl, .<\/p>\n .<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Lee\u00a0Jae-mu : born in 1958, professor, poetry [ I Surrender to Sadness ] etc<\/p>\n Translated by Seung-Hee Jeon (literary critic and translator, editor of Asia: A Magazine of Asian Literature<\/em>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A Meal on the Road Not the round and warm rice in a bowl, But the angled, cold rice wrapped in plastic. Not the meal eaten while sitting and chatting together, But the meal hurriedly swallowed while standing alone, Like an animal swallowing feed. We scatter it on the road while eating, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1583,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,36],"tags":[91],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1722"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1722"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1727,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1722\/revisions\/1727"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1583"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBut the angled, cold rice wrapped in plastic.
\nNot the meal eaten while sitting and chatting together,
\nBut the meal hurriedly swallowed while standing alone,
\nLike an animal swallowing feed.
\nWe scatter it on the road while eating, but it\u2019s not a food offering to appease hungry spirits.
\nWe get choked, eating it without side dishes or soup.
\nAbruptly, fishy sorrow surges inside us.
\nIt\u2019s a meal that leaves a chill in the body rather than warming the blood.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/12\/htm_20080107072239a000a200-001.jpg\")
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