Saturday, October 23, 2010

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Part II




     What remains of the dying population of Cambodia?
     One large photograph of an American actress holding an Asian child in her arms.
     What remains of Tomas?
     An inscription reading HE WANTED THE KINGDOM OF GOD ON EARTH.
     What remains of Beethoven?
     A frown, an improbable mane, and a somber voice intoning "Es muss sein!"
     What remains of Franz?
     An inscription reading A RETURN AFTER LONG WANDERINGS.
     And so on and so forth. Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

--excerpt from Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Florencio Ascends



Somerville, Massachusetts, USA

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Part I




It was drizzling. As people rushed along, they began opening umbrellas over their heads, and all at once the streets were crowded, too. Arched umbrella roofs collided with one another. The men were courteous, and when passing Tereza they held their umbrellas high over their heads and gave her room to go by. But the women would not yield; each looked straight ahead, waiting for the other woman to acknowledge her inferiority and step aside. The meeting of the umbrellas was a test of strength. At first Tereza gave way, but when she realized her courtesy was not being reciprocated, she started clutching her umbrella like the other women and ramming it forcefully against the oncoming umbrellas. No one ever said "Sorry." For the most part no one said anything, though once or twice she did hear a "Fat cow!" or "Fuck you!"

--excerpt from Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being