> Till the day I die looking up to heaven let me with clear conscience free of shame while even the wind stirring the leaves pains my thinking with a heart that sings the stars and a love for all things that die take the way chosen for me as the one I must walk Tonight too stars cry scratched out by wind > 序詩 （尹東柱） 死ぬ日まで天を仰ぎ 一点の恥じ入ることもないことを 葉あいにおきる風にさえ 私は思い煩った 星を歌う心で すべての絶え入るものをいとおしまねば そして私に与えられた道を 歩いていかねば 今夜も星が風にかすれて泣いている https://codeberg.org/bsmall2/view-tables/src/branch/main/Yun-Dong-ju https://mstdn.jp/@bsmall2/111335356759865611 #韓国詩人 #詩人 #尹東柱 #YungDongju
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Yung Dongju's "Till the day I die looking up to , et me with clear conscience free of shame..." came to mind while reading Hannah Arendt's writing about Franz Kafka's _The Castle_. > K.’s stubborn singleness of purpose, however, opens the eyes of some of the villagers; his behavior teaches them that human rights may be worth fighting for, that the rule of the Castle is not divine law and, consequently, can be attacked. He makes them see, as they put it, that “men who suffered our kind of experiences, who are beset by our kind of fear … who tremble at every knock at the door, cannot see things straight.” And they add: “How lucky are we that you came to us!” The fight of the stranger, however, had no other result than his being an example. His struggle ends with a death of exhaustion—a perfectly natural death. But since he, unlike the K. of The Trial, did not submit to what appeared as necessity, there is no shame to outlive him. #ArendtOnTheCastle #FranzKafka #KafkaTheCastle #YungDongJuAndFranzKafka #YungAndFranz #DongjuAndKafka #KafkaAndDongju #FranzAndYung