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The Dreaming Beast

The Dreaming Beast Another Perspective by Lee Chang-dong Translated by Heinz Insu Fenkl leaked a few drops before he was quite ready. Facing the tall smokestack of the Slurpy Bar factory across the open sewer, he spewed his piss, his body trembling all the while. Twilight stretched itself across the sky above the factory. Taegi closed his eyes. That scarlet light--the same glossy sheen of the mule's back when it was brushed, scrubbed, and combed--would vanish without a trace if he opened his eyes to look. Slowly the scarlet changed into a deep purple, the color of the dried and clotted blood trailing from the mule's dead body. The city was swallowing everything up into its dark abyss once again--the smoke shooting out of the factory smokestack was spreading like ink in water, blotting out the sunset. Taegi didn't even think of buttoning his pants. He stared vacantly up at the smokestack that rose high into the sky. It stood tall and firm whenever he happened to see it. Taegi looked down at his penis, as if to compare, but it must have been insecure from the start, buried there in his pubic hair, so small and stubby it was nearly http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

The Dreaming Beast

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Copyright © 2007 President and Fellows of Harvard College
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Abstract

Another Perspective by Lee Chang-dong Translated by Heinz Insu Fenkl leaked a few drops before he was quite ready. Facing the tall smokestack of the Slurpy Bar factory across the open sewer, he spewed his piss, his body trembling all the while. Twilight stretched itself across the sky above the factory. Taegi closed his eyes. That scarlet light--the same glossy sheen of the mule's back when it was brushed, scrubbed, and combed--would vanish without a trace if he opened his eyes to look. Slowly the scarlet changed into a deep purple, the color of the dried and clotted blood trailing from the mule's dead body. The city was swallowing everything up into its dark abyss once again--the smoke shooting out of the factory smokestack was spreading like ink in water, blotting out the sunset. Taegi didn't even think of buttoning his pants. He stared vacantly up at the smokestack that rose high into the sky. It stood tall and firm whenever he happened to see it. Taegi looked down at his penis, as if to compare, but it must have been insecure from the start, buried there in his pubic hair, so small and stubby it was nearly

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 1, 2007

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