drill one hole after another into [language] until that which lurks behind, be it something or nothing, starts seeping through – I cannot imagine a higher goal for today’s writer.
Samuel BeckettTags: writing
All is ready. Except me. I am being given, if I may venture the expression, birth to into death, such is my impression. The feet are clear already, of the great cunt of existence. Favourable presentation I trust. My head will be the last to die. Haul in your hands. I can't. The render rent. My story ended I'll be living yet. Promising lag. That is the end of me. I shall say I no more.
Samuel BeckettWenn ich schwiege, würde ich nichts mehr hören. Aber wenn ich schwiege, würden die anderen Geräusche wieder beginnen, für die mich die Worte taub machten, oder die wirklich aufhörten.
Samuel BeckettTags: hermeneutik hörspiel hörvermögen worte
When you're in the shit up to your neck, there's nothing left to do but sing.
Samuel BeckettEstragon: Suppose we repented.
Vladimir: Repented what?
Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have
to go into the details.
Vladimir: Our being born?
To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was.
Samuel BeckettTo have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.
Samuel BeckettThere I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist.
Samuel BeckettTags: mixed-metaphors-a-simile
كل شيء يدعو لجلوس القرفصاء .
Samuel BeckettTags: الحب-الأول
أنا شخصياً ليس عندي ما أقوله ضد المقابر فأنا أتنزه بينها على سجيتي أكثر من أي مكان آخر على ما أظن حين أضطر للخروج .
Samuel BeckettTags: الحب-الأول
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