Comment by:
Mick on:
2008-05-08 19:04:13
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I have never heard about Beckett before, and I am confused.
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Peter on:
2008-04-24 13:38:17
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I would like to see Waiting for Godot
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lala on:
2008-04-24 13:34:54
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I've read about his theatre pieces
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nymphe on:
2008-04-24 13:31:55
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i couldn't afford a holiday. i saw the complete works of Beckett on stage in London instead. it was a holiday in my head
Comment by:
washers on:
2008-04-19 13:01:17
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I'm not familiar with Beckett,
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Jan on:
2008-04-14 11:38:15
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Oh hai. Lolz.
Sam was a fine human being. Didn't talk much I suppose. I'd be proud of that too. What is it about the 'sucking stones' passage that I love so much? Being alone is part of it. There is a rough Irish-ness to his writing- the solitude, especially. Maybe I said this already, but I really got alot from Antonioni's Red Desert, in which metaphors of transportation and escape were also rampant.
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damian on:
2008-04-09 19:42:26
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I always loved Beckett's performed pieces best. Seeing a mouth suspended in the middle of a black theatre running through thoughts tirelessly excited me about theatre in ways I hadn't know before.
Comment by:
Janelle M. Lannan on:
2008-04-09 19:07:31
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BOMB. SKY. DEATH. SPRING. BLOSSOM. TORTURE.
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yaz norown on:
2008-04-03 16:31:39
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but i washed in the silence of a closed window into eternity, how i had come to gather in the seas of his tired desperation, but woven into your bleeding eyes with the razor, with the giving, with the motions of the body outside that house and that window where you stared forever into the desert of your own demise, you fought, but could not change the beloved the sancrosanct, the torn open and flailed. the eye. the tear. the blood. the storm is coming.
Comment by:
ray brown on:
2008-04-02 16:20:08
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Deplorable mania.
Comment by:
JP on:
2008-04-02 10:06:59
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Laugh at me.
Comment by:
Not Sam Beckett on:
2008-04-02 10:03:22
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I miss my horse.
Comment by:
Not Sam Beckett on:
2008-04-02 10:00:46
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Welcome to the Sublime
Comment by:
castaway on:
2008-04-02 07:56:42
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eerie is easy
Comment by:
castaway on:
2008-04-02 07:53:12
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blue bells sounded on the far hillscape, oh my!
Comment by:
test on:
2008-03-31 10:44:18
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who is com
ing to the fair?
Comment by:
chweey on:
2008-03-31 10:43:08
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electric net cast wide
Comment by:
sparky on:
2008-03-31 10:40:30
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tonight more
Comment by:
asdf on:
2008-03-30 23:14:45
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tomorrow i will take more note of this
Comment by:
matt on:
2008-03-30 21:40:44
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bicycles rule
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matt on:
2008-03-30 21:38:29
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a voice in the dark
Comment by:
pit on:
2008-03-30 07:47:38
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should I go on? really?
Comment by:
zach on:
2008-03-28 13:43:29
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Comment by:
net artist on:
2008-03-24 18:50:02
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my spider legs are itching itching
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net artist on:
2008-03-24 18:48:27
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beckett is my favorite artist
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JK on:
2008-03-24 15:22:18
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what was that?
Comment by:
Juliana on:
2008-03-24 12:47:12
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More than anything, I have failed.
At this point, expect nothing.
Comment by:
runran on:
2008-03-23 18:51:04
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strangely enough, i was never able to read a beckett story to completion. i would always fall asleep before the end. maybe it was the repetition, or maybe it was memory of having fallen asleep the time i read it before. it all started with "waiting for godot." whilst reading, i always had in the back of my mind that i should be impressed by the writing, but it always made me tired. the farthest i ever read was in a story about being in a bed and not being able to get out. obviously, i fell asleep. perhaps beckett is better read in fragments...a sentence here or there, taken out of context, but wholy simple and occasionally descriptive of a lethargic state of descriptive microscopy.
Comment by:
john on:
2008-03-23 14:40:47
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wa aaaahowww owowowowowowowow waaaaa waaaa
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Pilgrim on:
2008-03-23 14:18:21
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an ache so deep in her heart she could feel it in her feet
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Sarah Slapnoodle on:
2008-03-23 10:17:15
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walking, broken, humiliated, without hope
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Elinor Hapnoodle on:
2008-03-23 10:15:26
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Walking on broken glass, tuning the outcome.
Comment by:
mphiri on:
2008-03-23 10:03:56
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"Hey, hey hey, so this is the master control everyone's been talking about."
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Chris on:
2008-03-18 22:00:02
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Rakish angle
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minusbaby on:
2008-03-18 21:59:48
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I will go on this solitary journey, keep reflecting inter beauty on the outer beauty...
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forgotten planet on:
2008-03-18 21:31:01
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I see with other eyes too... they're man-made... I see what I;m supposed to see. Ha!
Comment by:
Frances Dogood on:
2008-03-04 13:22:26
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my bicycle is stationary. I ride four miles a day and never get anywhere.
Comment by:
Elmer Hapgood on:
2008-03-04 13:20:56
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hello. I am Samuel Beckett and you are not. I ride my bicycle and you find stones in my pockets. Tough shit. They are mine.
Comment by:
rainer on:
2008-02-25 21:07:29
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Beckett, Bicycles, isolation, alone, and other stuff.
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rainer on:
2008-02-22 20:23:02
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I believe that Beckett creates a world that transcends the struggle of his characters. He often takes an easily disregarded possession or character, and states their repeated struggle in a plain manner that somehow expresses a simple beauty.
—The Sucking Stone Sequence from Beckett’s short novel Molloy..
“I took advantage of being at the seaside to lay in a store of
sucking-stones. They were pebbles but I call them stones. Yes, on
this occasion I laid in a considerable store. I distributed them
equally between my four pockets, and sucked them turn and turn
about. This raised a problem which I first solved in the following
way. I had say sixteen stones, four in each of my four pockets these
being the two pockets of my trousers and the two pockets of my
greatcoat. Taking a stone from the right pocket of my greatcoat, and
putting it in my mouth, I replaced it in the right pocket of my
greatcoat by a stone from the right pocket of my trousers, which I
replaced by a stone from the left pocket of my trousers, which I
replaced by a stone from the left pocket of my greatcoat, which I
replaced by the stone which was in my mouth, as soon as I had
finished sucking it. Thus there were still four stones in each of my
four pockets, but not quite the same stones. And when the desire to
suck took hold of me again, I drew again on the right pocket of my
greatcoat, certain of not taking the same stone as the last time.
And while I sucked it I rearranged the other stones in the way I
have just described. And so on. But this solution did not satisfy me
fully. For it did not escape me that, by an extraordinary hazard, the
four stones circulating thus might always be the same four. In which
case, far from sucking the sixteen stones turn and turn about, I was
really only sucking four, always the same, turn and turn about. But
I shuffled them well in my pockets, before I began to suck, and
again, while I sucked, before transferring them, in the hope of
obtaining a more general circulation of the stones from pocket to
pocket. But this was only a makeshift that could not long content a
man like me. So I began to look for something else …”
Comment by:
info on:
2008-02-18 04:22:07
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I really enjoy Samuel Beckett’s books. He seems to see and understand beyond what life stands for.
His portrayal of life’s obstacles serves to demonstrate that the journey, while difficult is ultimately worth the effort. Alot of readers think his books are pessimistic but “if you believe that beckett is pessimistic, then you are a Beckett character trapped in a Beckett play….. Beckett was not saying no, because he wanted to, but was saying no because he was searching for yes”…..
I’m 27 years old, and I have alot more years ahead of me, but there were times when I had to program my every move… Seeing my struggle, one of my teachers said… “If you feel you can’t go on anymore, without thinking too much of it, just look at your feet and start moving a step by step….”
Comment by:
rannysister on:
2008-02-18 04:21:24
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I readed ‘Murphy’ when I was 15 or 16 years old, I don’t remember exactly… I was a big surprise, first time that I’ve found a book that I really like and inmediately I felt identificated with the character and the writer. I never was interested at all in other books or writers despite the efforts of my literature teachers… I remember that I tought ‘beckett is the best writer of all times the rest just sucks!!’
Now I’m 29 years old and I’ve readed more books and of course, I don’t think the same but anyway Beckett is still my favourite writer. As my english is not very good, I going to use some words of Stephen Spencer in a New York Times article, that describe exactly why I loved Beckett’s Murphy when I readed it for the first time: ‘He discovered the other side of negativism, the strange joy of the artist who lives in a darkened cave and watches the images of life outside reflected dancing on the wall. […] Beckett used the foetal position to describe life, all the life of his unnamable non-heroes.’
Comment by:
raul on:
2008-02-18 04:17:00
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Beckett has always been important for me too. I was impressed when reading that he and James Joyce would sit for hours and not say a word to each other. Not speaking is one of Beckett’s many obsessions in his writing. I wrote a song once called “To Speak No More,” which was inspired by “The Unnamable.”
The bicycle theme reminds me of Antonioni’s Red Desert. In that film he presents a number of ‘escape’ metaphors in the form of ocean liners, cars, and even Monica Vitti’s legs. Or so I thought, although when I mentioned this to my film professor at the time, she laughed and said, “I think he just liked to look at her legs.”
Is the bicycle also an escape metaphor in Beckett? Menzies thinks so I guess. It does recur in his work.
Comment by:
damian on:
2008-02-18 04:08:09
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I Can't Go On, I'll Go On is a 2007 commission of New Radio and Performing Arts Inc., for Networked_Music_Review.
It was made possible with funding from the New York State Music Fund, established by the New York State Attorney general at Rockefeller Philanthropy Advisors.
