"Laughter? Do people ever care about laughter? I mean real laughter, beyond joking, mockery, ridicule. Laughter, an immense and delicious sensual pleasure, wholly sensual pleasure...
"I said to my sister, or she said to me, come over, shall we play laughter? We stretched out side by side on a bed and began. By pretending, of course. Forced laughter. Laughable laughter. Laughter so laughable it made us laugh. Then it came, real laughter, total laughter, taking us into its immense tide. Bursts of repeated, rushing, unleashed laughter, magnificent laughter, sumptuous and mad... And we laugh our laughter to the infinity of laughter... Oh laughter! Laughter of sensual pleasure, sensual pleasure of laughter; to laugh is to live profoundly."
(MK)
i want to hear this.
it is from the scene in an opera (one which kundera talks about in the book i’m reading) where a teacher (he was drunk) sees a sunflower, and “insane with love for a woman, he believes it is she. he falls to his knees and declares his love to the sunflower: ‘anywhere in the world, i’ll go with you. i will hold you in my arms.’”
kundera reflects that “the more profound and sincere the teacher’s passion, the more comical it is, and the sadder.”
i paused my reading at sadder. i didn’t feel sad for the teacher. rather, i found him kind of hilarious. the scene seemed to me a travesty, certainly no tragedy.
kundera explains. “to this point, imagine the sunflower scene without the music: it would be nothing but comical. flatly comical. it is only the music that allows us to see the hidden pain.”
ah, i was imagining the scene without music. i can’t look at these notes and know what they sound like. (and tapping it out on the piano didn’t really help. at all.) so now i really, really want to know what hidden pain this music conveys. i want to know what the drunk teacher felt. i want to hear this.
oh, man. there is so much art with which i am completely unfamiliar.