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Monday, 28 April 2014

Chinamul greens, Without a wobble

Without a wobble


A lively local market.
People buying things for supper.
Wow, it is full of vegetables from spring fields.

“Half-price for 10 mins!”
The loud enthusiastic voice of a man.

Soon, an armful of spring greens in a kitchen.   
Filled with the scent of spring.      

A mouthful of Chinamul greens.
A refreshing tangy flavour touching the nose.
Delicate richness wafting around 
each time I chew sesame seeds.

Deep and calm.

Body and mind
without a wobble.  


Won Kang, Abondance  2014

150g (or 1 package) Chinamul greens 
A pinch of salt
1 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1/2 tbsp sesame oil
1/2 tbsp roasted sesame seeds

1. Gently clean and trim the Chinamul greens. 
    Sort out different kinds of a leaf and not so fresh parts.
2. Smoothly wash them once.
3. A pinch of salt in boiling water.
4. Put Chinamul in boiled water. Take out in 1 or 2 mins.   
5. Wash the blanched Chinamul in cold water. Drain it by gently squeezing.
    Repeat this 3 or 4 times using fresh cold water each time.
6. Mix together the prepared Chinamul, soy sauce, sesame oil and seeds. The end!

Naturally grown Chinamul is softer and has a stronger fragrance.
However, it takes more time for its preparation.

One line recipe
Washed, blanched, drained Chinamul. A smiling mix with soy sauce, sesame oil&seeds. Fin!   

Chinamul is a kind of Namul(Korean vegetable) that grows only in spring.  
If it is blanched and frozen, or dried, we can also enjoy it in summer or other seasons.
Dried Namul is rich in nutrients given by the sun for good health. :-)

Monday, 21 April 2014

From one

Won Kang, Avec   20 April 2014

Someone is moving house.

The twinkle of bright green leaves
with mild sunshine,
in abundance after the rain.

A glimpse of the view through the twinkles. 
A pile of luggage loaded into a small removal van.
How tidy it is!

No hustle and bustle,    
no roughness and laziness
in the movement of two men carrying it.

one by one,
they put down the luggage.


Each time they do so,  
it is being emptied.

From one,
from one step,
however big and grand it is.

Woong … Woong …
The sound of a bell 
from somewhere.
With two hands together.


Monday, 14 April 2014

Be silence

Tree branches sprinkled with
transparent green dew drops. 
A magnolia tree hung with
little plump clouds.
One bird approaching
drawing a soft curve.

Deeply and quietly.

A gentle breeze

is coming in and out,
in and out
through the nose.

The clear sound 
coming from somewhere. 

It is resonating
from tree to tree, 
from air to air.

Deeply and quietly.

Stop doing and try to close the eyes. 


Take a rest. 

There are
all the answers,
all the treasures
in it.

Monday, 7 April 2014

Without wanting

Henri Matisse, Jazz  1947 

A fresh morning! 
A lovely new haircut mum gave.

Full of smiles.
Light steps. 
I open the door and go out.

It seems
the clatter of horses' hooves 
will greet my ears from somewhere.
A carriage is cheerfully coming
with dancing flower petals.
The invitation to springtime.

Thank you, Monsieur Matisse.

'One evening'
that springs to mind.

A little path
I came across.

Delicate moonlight.
Sweet fragrance.
I followed them.

Cherry blossoms covering the sky.
Pink azaleas like sky clouds filling the place.
The kingdom of flowers.
A fairy tale. 


No wanting.
No longing.
No striving.

There is.
The place believed in the days of yore.   


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