Bust Down the Door Again and Again and Again…

I cannot begin to tell you how tired I am of hearing the story of someone’s door getting busted down while sleeping, being dragged out of bed in his or her underwear while the neighbors watch his/her in their humiliation, while in bare feet, hands tied behind their back as they approach the place where a bullet will get put in their head as they recall the dream of a cool summers breeze and bossa nova! We discussed in class today about how this form of poetry was unique in the way that it made us pay total attention to the words on the screen. The words flashed so fast that we did not want to look away with the fear that we would possibly miss some part of the story. “Bust Down the Doors!” and “Bust Down the Doors Again!” have the opposite reaction. I became so annoyed with the repetition of the same story so many times that finally stopped paying attention all together. This work almost forced me to ignore it instead of pay attention to it. The exact same story line with very slight diversions became like a static noise in the background. I became so familiar with the plot that I no longer felt the need to even watch the screen, especially in “Bust Down the Doors Again!” with the narration speaking the words flashing on the screen. However, even though I was annoyed to the point of wanting to close the screen I still watched it. It seemed like there was a purposeful point to continuing the same storyline over and over again in contrast to the quickly changing plots of the other Young-Hae Chang works we have seen. I’m not sure what it is at the moment but it seems like there was a purposeful idea that we were supposed to get out of the repetition of this short plot.