Picture of Peasants’ Life
DPRK looks back at a folding screen of 19th century peasant life:
The picture is the most progressive and typical one out of several pictures on peasants’ life at that time.
It, ten-fold screen, includes “Welcoming the first full moon”, “Ploughing”, “Weeding”, “Entirely different lives”, “Landlord’s house”, “Thrashing”, “Ferryboat”, “Hunting” and others.
The features of the screen depict in an extensive way the life of peasants with an ordinary village common to Korea at that time as a center and to contrastingly show the life of peasants and feudal aristocrats on one screen. The picture, thus, visually shows the then actual social conditions.
All pictures of the fold-screen describe the then life in a truthful, simple and popular way as if the viewers smell the odor of soil and hear mooing.
Different lives, just like today. Kim Jong Il life. Privileged party member’s life. Wretched peasant’s life. Only if they were ploughing and weeding, it sounds like peasants had food. Today, of course,viewers smell the odor of bullshit and hear crowing. More DPRK news here. Reactionaries in Japan prepare to launch full-sacle overseas invasion, undhinered, etc.
Topics: Kim
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 12:34 am on Friday, May 25, 2007
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May 25th, 2007 at 9:54 am
All pictures of the fold-screen describe the then life in a truthful, simple and popular way as if the viewers smell the odor of soil and hear mooing.
I wish people who romanticize this kind of thing could actually smell the soil where there’s mooing. They might start to realize a few things.
May 25th, 2007 at 12:13 pm
Or maybe spend a few days mucking out the barn. That’s so romantic, especially in the summer. Phew!
May 25th, 2007 at 2:57 pm
and then there are such items as: babies sick/dying because of dirty water; and blindness from cataracts; and the joys of accidents causing broken limbs…. And cooking food (for years) over smokey fires; and then there were those pesky famines, regular and numerous, just because it was a wet/ dry/ cold/ hot year…
and every now and then the local ‘nobleman’ would come by and snatch the young men in the village to be part of his ‘army’.
Ah yes, the wonderful simple life.