Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
Samuel BeckettThis tired abstract anger; inarticulate passive opposition; always the same thing in dublin
Samuel BeckettIt's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.
Samuel BeckettNothing is funnier than unhappiness.
Samuel BeckettTags: funny beckett endgame unhappiness-nothing
How long have I been here, what a question, I've often wondered. And often I could answer, An hour, a month, a year, a century, depending on what I meant by here, and me, and being, and there I never went looking for extravagant meanings, there I never much varied, only the here would sometimes seem to vary.
Samuel BeckettI have changed refuge so often, in the course of my rout, that now I can't tell between dens and ruins. But there was never any city but the one. It is true you often move along in a dream, houses and factories darken the air, trams go by and under your feet wet from the grass there are suddenly cobbles. I only know the city of my childhood, I must have seen the other, but unbelieving. All I say cancels out, I'll have said nothing.
Samuel BeckettAlready all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor by any shift to be. Gently gently. On. Careful.
Samuel BeckettTry again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel BeckettTags: inspirational existentialism failure
POZZO:
I am blind.
(Silence.)
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he can see into the future.
Tags: humor pessimism future darkness funny
No choice but stand. Somehow up and stand. Somehow stand. That or groan. The groan so long on its way. No. No groan. Simply pain. Simply up. A time when try how. Try see. Try say. How first it lay. Then somehow knelt. Bit by bit. Then on from there. Bit by bit. Till up at last.
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