Poetry
N.D.W.
DIAPHANA:
YUN Junghee
Director of Photography/
KIM Hyunseok
Production Designer/
SIHN Jeomhui
Editor/ KIM Hyun
Sound Supervisor/
LEE Seungchul (WaveLab)
Co-producer/ LEE Dongha
Executive producers/
YOUM TaesoonCHOI Seongmin
Co-executive producers/
Michel Saint-Jean JUNG MyungsooLEE Seungho
Producer/ LEE Joondong
Poetry
Written and directed by/
LEE Changdong
IT STILL SEEMS LIKE MY SON IS ALIVE
-Ms. YANG Mija
-Here
This way
What's wrong?
My arm
Does it hurt here?
No, it doesn't hurt,
it just feels prickly
Like...
What's it called?
It's been like this lately
It's... like energy
-Electricity?
-Right, electricity!
It's like electricity's
passing through
I'm forgetting words lately
Yesterday, I couldn't
remember,'bleach'
I could only remember, 'Clorox.'
We used to call bleach, 'Clorox'
back in the old days
How long have you
been like this?
For the past couple of days
No, your forgetfulness
When did it start?
When did it start?
Maybe this summer or spring?
How old are you, ma'am?
Sixty five, no, sixty six
Your arm's prickly because
the muscles are in knots
Start some light exercising
I'm more concerned that you
can't remember words
It could be a bad sign
I recommend you get an
overhaul at a big hospital
A big hospital?
Yes, like a big general hospital
in Seoul
I'll write a reference for you
I'm at the hospital
My arm feels prickly
It's continues feeling prickly
Who else would come
with me, you idiot?
Your mom's okay
Others my age usually suffer
from neuralgia or arthritis
I'm okay
Don't cry, mom...
How could you be so cruel!
How could you...
You can't go way like this!
Where are you! Where did she go!
Oh god!
You cruel wench!
Where is she?
Where!
Mom...
-Hello
-You're here
You're a little late
I went to the hospital
He called twiceI received two calls, asking
why you weren't coming
Dad, the maid's on her way up
This one, this one
Sit still! I told you
to sit still!
Stop it!
How will I undress you
if you resist like this?
Right, that's it
Pull this leg out
That's how you do it
Is it hot? It's okay, isn't it?
Sit still!
Sit still, I say! Stop it!
-Why are you shouting?
-What?
What's that?
My hearing... so why...?
Your hearing is fine so
why I am shouting?
I'm sorry
I won't shout again
Sir, I'll be leaving
Goodbye
-Done?
-Pardon?
-I said, are you done?
-Yes, I'm done
-Already?
-What do you mean?
It's already been 3 hours
I did the laundry, the cleaning
and all my chores
Good
Thank you, sir
Don't...
tell anyone...
I gave it to you
Okay
How generous!
Thank you
Did he yell at you today?
Of course he did
I doesn't matter cause
I yelled back at him
Here
-He gave me 10,000Won
-He did?
But he told me not to tell anyone
When it's only 10,000Won
My father-in-law is
notorious for being stingy
He must really like you. To give
you an amount like that
Anyway, do you always look
so chic like that?
Do I look chic?
I'm not chic at all
Where is it? Not again
What are you looking for?
What's that thing?
I can't remember the word
What you put money in
It's this big
A wallet?
That's it, a wallet!
Where's my wallet?
What's this?
I'm so out of it these days
At the hospital
I saw something...
body was found in the river
And brought to the hospital
They said it was suicide
by jumping off the bridge
The poor girl's mom was
totally out of her mind...
-I'll be on my way.
-See you the day after tomorrow
The deadline's over
What're you drying?
Did your daughter call?
Are you home, Wook?
Why's the music on so loud?
You'll bring down the house
What's wrong?
Are you feeling sick?
Don't bother
but you weren't answering
I never got your call
How can you say that
when I called twice
I'm not lying
It's cause my mobile's junk
Buy me a new one
I'm annoyed with my mobile
You just bought it, so why
do you need a new one?
-But I had it for 1 and 1/2 yr
-No you didn't
I got it during the 1 st semester
of my 2nd year
Which only shows how
carelessly you've used it
You're sprouting a moustache,
but acting like a child
Why'd you call anyway?
I heard a girl in your school
killed herself...
by jumping into the river
Ask me what?
Who she was, why'd she
kill herself that young
I don't know her that well
What's her name?
Why do you need her name?
Aren't you in the same grade?
I don't know everyone
in the same grade
Grandma can't afford a new
mobile. Ask your mom for one
What? That's not fair!
Hey! Play with a bit
more spirit
This is no fun
Just try
The doctor told me to exercise
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Gotta go see my buddies
You shouldn't go out
at this hour!
The electricity bill's
quite high this month
Wook's always on the computer...
playing music all the time
He even sleeps with the music on
How am I supposed to scold him?
Well what can I say?
He's the master of the house
What?
The Cultural Center
To learn poetry
What? Right
I do have a poet's vein
Right. I do like flowers
and say odd things
I'm here for the literary class
Literary class?
But it's all closed
I know...
But can't you accept
one more person?
I don't know...
I really want to take this class
How should we deal with this?
To write poetry, you must
see WELL
The most important thing
in life is seeing
SEE:
See. It's to see
-We live seeing things
-Right
It's important to see everything
surrounding us well
Now, I've brought
something with me
What is it?
-An apple
-Yes, it's an apple
I went out of my way to bring it
I'm a well-prepared teacher
Others are not as well-prepared
as I am
Now, about this apple
How many times have you
seen an apple?
A thousand?
Ten thousand?
A million? Wrong
You've never seen
an apple before
Not even once
Up till now, you haven't
seen an apple for real
To really know what an apple is...
to be interested in it,
to understand it,
to converse with it
Gazing at it for a while
and observing its shadow...
feeling its every curve,
turning it around,
taking a bite out of it,
imagining the sunlight
absorbed in it...
If you really see something,
you can feel...
something naturally,
like water gathering in a spring
You should prepare
paper and a pencil,
and wait for the moment to come
Empty white paper...
A world of pure potential,
This is the perfect
moment for a poet
Hold your pencil over
that pure paper...
I love pencils
When I place a well-sharpened
pencil over a piece of paper,
I feel full
My heart flutters with the hope
of writing a good poem
I love sharpening pencils
The very fun of a pencil
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