Chapter 149 Mr. Kundera on Melody

Milan Kundera talked about "melody" in the book. When he listened to a "two-part polyphonic music of the Notre Dame School in Paris in the twelfth century", he found two kinds of melodies, "each of which belongs to a different era. , separated from each other by centuries", however, "this fusion and embrace produced a magical effect, like the combination of reality and allegory, this is the birth of European music as art". As soon as he talked about music, I fell asleep; at the same time, I also noticed one thing: dreams are always polyphonic like that European "melody", and they are always intertwined with reality, just like duck egg yolk and lotus root Blending into a greasy "dream cake"; or, it is the overlapping of two sets of realities, for example, in the dream, you are holding the cake coupon that came with the boyfriend's wedding invitation, and you seem to be waiting in line for the wedding cake. , but found out that the person who delivered the gift cake was the counter attendant of the airline, and you were already at the airport, ready to board the plane and leave this sad place; "receiving the gift cake" and "leaving the scene of broken love" are two different "reality ", but overlapped in the dream.

These two sets of realities can be separated by decades. I often dream of relatives who have been in the world for a long time arguing with living people over trivial matters; Polyphony, too, "works magic" on "Embrace of Confusion." Reality is always polyphonic; you are getting along with someone, and you ask yourself that you still have a little love for this person, but at the same time, you are in love with another person; The melody of the song suddenly "melted" in, and the ensemble was played in parallel; then, the new melody became sharp and exciting, replacing the slowness and procrastination of the old tune. "Let's break up! I don't have any feelings for you anymore." At this stage of the music, the old lover who promised to stay with you for life that day will say this to you.You can cry, you can laugh wildly, but I suggest you mourn, wipe away your tears and learn music from Mr. Kundera.