Why has the pleasure of slowness disappeared?
“Where have they gone, those loafing heroes of folk song, those vagabonds who roam from one mill to another and bed down under the stars?” Milan Kundera, Slowness.
Finishing this book by Kundera invoked memories of my recent trip to Sans souci in Potsdam, Germany. Evident by the title, Kundera’s book reflects upon taking things slow. Similary, Sans Souci means “without a care” in French. The book Slowness is paradoxically a quick read compared to other Kundera literature and the trip to the Sans souci grounds is a fast 30 minute train ride from most major Bahn stations in Berlin.
Speed is the form of ecstasy the technical revolution has bestowed on man. – Kundera
If you are a long-time reader of my blog, you can realize that I am a strong proponent of slowness. I know that life is short, but I intend to take my time enjoying it!
Kundera’s wit intertwines two stories of seductions in two highly separated periods of time.
“Being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love.”
“Does nudity symbolize the greatest of all values, or the greatest filth to be pitched like an excrement bomb onto a crowd of enemies?”
“There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting…the degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting.”
I hope your summer is slow and satisfying!
Current read: A Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell.