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An amuse bouche of philosophy / a thought exercise on pleasure and cultural pacing all wrapped up in multi-layer, era-splitting sexual rendezvous.
Dancers take the stage wanting to be seen, to perform for the vast unseen audience, they do not experience the moment for the themselves, they are on display. Rushing ahead to perform, to play a role, to gain the moral advantage. No pause can be sacrificed, no time to ponder or think, to savor or languish, the show must go on. This moment shall lapse into the next where you provide what the unseen audience would seem to want and there will scarcely be memory left to the performer, the moment does not matter, what went before does not matter, only the continuance, the rushing ahead to the next bit, in fact it is preferred that it all be forgotten as hurriedly as possible.
Kundera provides us with a lot to think about in the span of about 160 pages - we call this punching above weight. We should allow the time it requires to take in what he is discussing and analyze the arguments. This short book was first published in 1995, but we have continued on the path that Kundera was warning of, one of speed and performance above slowness, deliberateness, and intimacy. What have we lost in our continuous, headlong plunge? What have we gained worth the loss?
The art of conversation, the art of making love - they demand slowness, not speed. When we are too ardent, we are less subtle. When we rush to sensual pleasure, we blur all the delights along the way.
I have a feeling that this book will stick with me, especially taken as I have, in light of the digital age, the time of social media (as I post this on GR). We speed along, read headlines and no more, choose sides, rate books, like posts, rant about this or that cause to the world at large, and never take the time to develop deeper connections, to explore the depths of our own thoughts, feelings, and desires. Speed on at your own risk. The style, format, and literary devices employed are also interesting and deserving of some thought, like I have said, Kundera does a lot in few pages.
There are some scenes which wholly fit into the arguments being made, but could be found strange or vulgar to the point of distraction to someone of a more Puritanical leaning - I'm thinking specifically of a character's aside focusing on the anatomical ass hole and a subsequent well-argued justification made by this same character's sexual member. Though the language may shock at times, think about why it's being used in the context of the scene and in the comparisons being drawn between the those who drew out time, savored, and those that speed along to hasty fruition.
Dancers take the stage wanting to be seen, to perform for the vast unseen audience, they do not experience the moment for the themselves, they are on display. Rushing ahead to perform, to play a role, to gain the moral advantage. No pause can be sacrificed, no time to ponder or think, to savor or languish, the show must go on. This moment shall lapse into the next where you provide what the unseen audience would seem to want and there will scarcely be memory left to the performer, the moment does not matter, what went before does not matter, only the continuance, the rushing ahead to the next bit, in fact it is preferred that it all be forgotten as hurriedly as possible.
Kundera provides us with a lot to think about in the span of about 160 pages - we call this punching above weight. We should allow the time it requires to take in what he is discussing and analyze the arguments. This short book was first published in 1995, but we have continued on the path that Kundera was warning of, one of speed and performance above slowness, deliberateness, and intimacy. What have we lost in our continuous, headlong plunge? What have we gained worth the loss?
The art of conversation, the art of making love - they demand slowness, not speed. When we are too ardent, we are less subtle. When we rush to sensual pleasure, we blur all the delights along the way.
I have a feeling that this book will stick with me, especially taken as I have, in light of the digital age, the time of social media (as I post this on GR). We speed along, read headlines and no more, choose sides, rate books, like posts, rant about this or that cause to the world at large, and never take the time to develop deeper connections, to explore the depths of our own thoughts, feelings, and desires. Speed on at your own risk. The style, format, and literary devices employed are also interesting and deserving of some thought, like I have said, Kundera does a lot in few pages.
There are some scenes which wholly fit into the arguments being made, but could be found strange or vulgar to the point of distraction to someone of a more Puritanical leaning - I'm thinking specifically of a character's aside focusing on the anatomical ass hole and a subsequent well-argued justification made by this same character's sexual member. Though the language may shock at times, think about why it's being used in the context of the scene and in the comparisons being drawn between the those who drew out time, savored, and those that speed along to hasty fruition.