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044e508
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You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your feet have disappeared and the skirt of your great coat come to rest on the surface of the snow. The dark scene seems lit from below. You see yourself at the last outset leaning against the door with closed eyes waiting for the word from you to go. To be gone.Then the snowlit scene. You lie in the dark with closed eyes and see yourself there as described making ready to strike out and away across the expanse of light. You hear again the click of the door pulled gently to and the silence before the steps can start. Next thing you are on your way across the white pasture afrolic with lambs in spring and strewn with red placantae.
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samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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9d39af0
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ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? VLADIMIR: (impatiently). Yes, yes, we're magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget.
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english-theatre
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
tragicomedy
modernism
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Samuel Beckett |
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09ce2cb
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My life, my life, now I speak of it as of something over, now as of a joke which still goes on, and it is neither, for at the same time it is over and it goes on, and is there any tense for that? Watch wound and buried by the watchmaker, before he died, whose ruined works will one day speak of God, to the worms.
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samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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8d90d4f
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And even my sense of identity was wrapped in a namelessness often hard to penetrate, as we have just seen I think...Yes, even then, when already all was fading, waves and particles, there could be no things but nameless things, no names but thingless names. I say that now, but after all what do I know now about then, now when the icy words hail down upon me, the icy meanings, and the world dies too, foully named. All I know is what the words know, and the dead things, and that makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning, a middle and an end as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead. And truly it little matters what I say, this or that or any other thing. Saying is inventing. Wrong, very rightly wrong. You invent nothing, you think you are inventing, you think you are escaping, and all you do is stammer out your lesson, the remnants of a pensum one day got by heart and long forgotten, life without tears, as it is wept. To hell with it anyway.
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samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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1eeaa2d
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HAMM: In my house. (pause.) One day you'll be blind, like me. You'll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me. (pause.) One day you'll say to yourself, I'm tired, I'll sit down, and you'll go and sit down. Then you'll say, I'm hungry, I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up. You'll say, I shouldn't have sat down, but since I have I'll sit on a little longer, then I'll get up and get something to eat. But you won't get up and you won't get anything to eat. (pause.) You'll look at the wall a while, then you'll say, I'll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I'll feel better, and you'll close them. And when you open them again there'll be no wall any more. (pause.) Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn't fill it, and there you'll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe. (pause.) Yes, one day you'll know what it is, you'll be like me, except that you won't have anyone with you, because you won't have had pity on anyone and because there won't be anyone left to have pity on. (pause.)
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samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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643a9a8
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He thought of hanging himself, to pass the time.
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suicide
godot
samuel-beckett
ennui
hanging
boredom
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Johnny Rich |
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cb6ddc5
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Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.
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loneliness
love
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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c74a0e2
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Estragon:-?Cual es nuestro papel en este asunto? Vladimir:-?Nuestro papel? Estragon:-Tomate tiempo. Vladimir:-?Nuestro papel? El del suplicante. Estragon:-?Hasta este extremo? Vladimir: ?El senor tiene exigencias que hacer valer? Estragon:-?Ya no tenemos derechos? (Risa de Vladimir, quien se reprime como antes. Mismos gestos, salvo la sonrisa) Vladimir:-Me harias reir si me estuviera permitido. Estragon:-?Los hemos perdido? Vladimir (con claridad):-Los hemos vendido.
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derechos
samuel-beckett
teatro
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Samuel Beckett |
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a258864
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Butun bu seyler, bazi seylerin hicbir anlam tasimamayi surdurdukleri gibi hicbir anlam tasimasalar yani sonuna dek anlamsizlikta direnseler, asla soz edilemezdi bunlardan. Cunku hicten soz etmenin tek yolu ondan sanki bir seymiscesine soz etmektir.
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hiçlik
samuel-beckett
watt
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Samuel Beckett |
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11aea70
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Gimdyti apsizergus kapa ir kanciose gimti. Duobeje duobkasys svajingai tvarkosi irankius. Lieka laiko susenti. Ore skamba musu riksmai.
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godot
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
lithuanian
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Samuel Beckett |
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da5c081
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Neyse ki gozkapaklarini kapamak soz konusu degil burada, yummak gereken ruh aslinda, su bosuna yadsinmaya calisilan uyanik, kaygili ruh; limansiz, gemisiz, tozsuz, tinsiz gecede bir fenerin icindeymis gibi debelenip duran ruh.
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ruh
samuel-beckett
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Samuel Beckett |
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9b917ba
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"Cascando" why not merely the despaired of occasion of wordshed is it not better abort than be barren the hours after you are gone are so leaden they will always start dragging too soon the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want bringing up the bones the old loves sockets filled once with eyes like yours all always is it better too soon than never the black want splashing their faces saying again nine days never floated the loved nor nine months nor nine lives saying again if you do not teach me I shall not learn saying again there is a last even of last times last times of begging last times of loving of knowing not knowing pretending a last even of last times of saying if you do not love me I shall not be loved if I do not love you I shall not love the churn of stale words in the heart again love love love thud of the old plunger pestling the unalterable whey of words terrified again of not loving of loving and not you of being loved and not by you of knowing not knowing pretending pretending I and all the others that will love you
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samuel-beckett
play
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Samuel Beckett |
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8c273be
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A cheval sur une tombe et une naissance difficile. Du fond du trou, reveusement, le fossoyeur applique ses fers. On a le temps de vieillir. L'air est plein de nos cris.
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difficile
godot
waiting-for-godot
samuel-beckett
naissance
french
french-literature
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Samuel Beckett |
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d366b72
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Ubi nihil vales, ibi nihil velis: where you are worth nothing, there you should want nothing
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philosophy
samuel-beckett
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Shane Weller |
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b703420
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VLADIMIR: Dance, hog!
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samuel-beckett
waiting
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Samuel Beckett |