The Hankyoreh

The Hankyoreh (Hangul: 한겨레, literally "The Korean Nation", or "One Nation") is a daily newspaper in South Korea. It was established in 1988 after widespread purges forced out dissident journalists, and was envisioned as an alternative to existing newspapers, who were regarded as unduly influenced by the authoritarian government at the time. When it opened, it claimed to be "the first newspaper in the world truly independent of political power and large capital."

History

The newspaper was originally established as Hankyoreh Shinmun (Hangul: 한겨레신문) on May 15, 1988 by ex-journalists from the Dong-a Ilbo and Chosun Ilbo. At the time, government censors were in every newsroom, newspaper content was virtually dictated by the Ministry of Culture & Information, and newspapers had nearly the same articles on every page. Hankyoreh was intended to provide an independent, left-leaning, and nationalist alternative to mainstream newspapers regarded as blindly pro-business, pro-American, and opposed to national reunification. To underscore its patriotism and its break with tradition, the Hankyoreh became the first daily to completely reject the use of hanja and use only hangul; it continues to make only limited use of the Latin alphabet and limits the use loanwords. It was also the first newspaper in Korea to be printed horizontally instead of vertically.

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The Hunger

by: Waylon Jennings

They said in her younger days, her beauty was enough to drive men wild
But the hunger in her body then was not the hunger of some lonely child
Like a butterfly in springtime, searching every field for loving's sweetest rose
The embrace of many strangers still could not release her from the hold
In the backstreets and the bedrooms, all she's found is disappointment's bitter weed
While the love that she's too often found was enough to satisfy her needs
She's older than the years she holds, and aging fast with each day passing by
On a downhill run to nowhere, 'cause the hunger never can be satisfied
The reflection in her mirror's not the image she remembers in her mind
Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger and the acid winds of time
She has danced the tune her demons played and paid the piper dearly for his song
Empty now of all her pride, but still inside the hunger's just as strong




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