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사랑의 물리학 /Physics of Love

사랑의 물리학 

질량의 크기는 부피와 비례하지 않는다 

제비꽃같이 조그마한 그 계집애가 
꽃잎같이 하늘거리는 그 계집애가
지구보다 더 큰 질량으로 나를 끌어당긴다.
순간, 나는
뉴턴의 사과처럼
사정없이 그녀에게로 굴러 떨어졌다
쿵 소리를 내며, 쿵쿵 소리를 내며

심장이
하늘에서 땅까지 아찔한 진자운동을 계속하였다
첫사랑이었다.
(김인육·시인, 1963-) 


Physics of Love

Mass is not proportional to volume

A girl as small as a violet
A girl who moves like a flower petal
is pulling me towards her with more force than her mass.
Just then, I am
like Newton’s apple
I rolled towards her without stopping until I fell on her 
with a thump, with a thump thump

My heart 
keeps bouncing between the the sky and the ground
It was my first love. 

(Kim In Yook·Poet, 1963-) 

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dtappreciationweek favourite performance - Hamlet.

His performance in this was incredible - desperation, comedy, gentleness, insanity, intensity.  It literally had everything, and I loved it.

Prince!Luke is from a kingdom on the other side of the world, much lesser known and small enough to be overlooked in your typical world geography class. He’d lived his life with everything handed to him on a silver platter, that is until he is sent to study at an American university, his parents arguing that he “needs to experience the world outside the palace walls” and “gain valuable life skills.” He goes, against his will of course, soon settling into the role of normal college student. (Well, as normal as a college student with a large man shadowing him as an undercover security guard could be.) Actually, he had the school wrapped around his finger. Just because he had to conceal his identity as royalty didn’t mean he’d stop acting like it. In a matter of days, undercover Prince!Luke had students doing his homework, taking notes for him in lectures, and even doing his laundry. All the while, he had a new girl on his arm every Friday night as his date to the biggest fraternity parties on campus. But never the girl he had his sights on. You were in his American literature class, your brilliant mind and natural beauty taking his breath away from the first time you stood to read a passage from Fitzgerald at the front of the lecture hall. But when he’d tried flirting with you, you were completely unimpressed, not falling for his “Prince Charming” act. (Little did you know, it wasn’t exactly an act.) His attempts to woo you wouldn’t cease, extravagant bouquets being sent to your dorm on a daily basis, invitations to dinner at the fancy restaurant just outside of town, and loquacious chat up lines all being rejected - much to his frustration. Until one day he finds you in the library past midnight, your nose buried in some thick text as you rub the fatigue out of your eyes. He leaves only to come back minutes later with two cups of coffee (an extra shot of espresso for you) and sits silently across from you at your table, sliding the caffeine toward you and opening a book to read as you give him a quirk of your brow, watching him skeptically. “Thought you could use a pick me up,” he shrugs when he notices you staring at him with a look of confusion, a small dimple forming beside the corner of his lips when he flashes you a shy grin, and you smile despite yourself. Maybe there was more to this guy than you’d allowed yourself to see, you think as you scrunch your nose and gag when the strong drink finally touches your tongue. (Luke thinks it’s absolutely adorable.) What you didn’t know was that you’d soon find out exactly what more there is to this Luke Hemmings. He’s an actual Prince Charming. What is your life?

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Elizabeth, feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of his situation, now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very fluently, gave him to understand that her sentiments had undergone so material a change since the period to which he alluded, as to make her receive with gratitude and pleasure his present assurances. The happiness which this reply produced was such as he had probably never felt before, and he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do.
—  Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice