A nice homage would be to write nothing That is what I wrote this afternoon Before that, a friend told me to write something He was so sure that I could I am never sure about what I can or cannot do But he thought so That was nice.Nothing much happened after that, until another kind friend paid this review a visit and said to wait And if he does not show up tomorrow Well, what is to be done then There are messengers that assured me he would come I will keep waiting Contemplating the same places, the same scenarios, over and over, until I can predict the entire worldNever neglect the little things of life And then I think And then, some Do I really want to keep waiting I wonder if I even have that choice.Then, a beautiful woman with a quick mind that could leave you staring at your shoes, utterly perplexed, came along She told me that I comprehended an author with finesse I thanked her, of course But did I In the middle of this constant and often tiresome analysis that I cannot escape from, can I even begin to grasp the concept of anything at all There is meaning, somewhere But I fear it will keep evading our presence until Ah Choose the metaphor you likeThis is getting alarming A couple of minutes later, another lovely woman said that this was clever I am not sure of that since I believe Goodreads would delete this in a heartbeat But, oh wellNothing to be doneThe second I finished writing this, a third woman, equally stunning and of enviable wits, appeared This good friend that I so admire, asked me something like Can we keep waiting even when he makes an appearance And that made me ponder Are we prepared for such a visit Us, simple mortals, are we ready to face that kind of revelation We are still waiting by that tree Still complaining about so much waiting But I wouldn t know what to do ifI may be mistaken , though I have the feeling I thought about this yesterday Not sure what day is today but I definitely thought about this yesterday GodEither I forget immediately or I never forget I was about to leave when another kind man approached and left a lovely comment about the quality of this review I often disagree but that is how my head functions And it is always nice to read that, so I thanked himIt s the normal thing After some time do not know how much time since I can never measure it another friend stopped by He was asking when to read a certain book He was not waiting for Godot, he was waiting for the right time Oh That might just be himNo Ah, yes Time That unforgiving time that refuses to stop Time flows, always Always the minutes Always the decades Even if we remain in the same place, with the same glance, the same companionship ourselves I would like that friend to read this book as soon as possible But I do not own the proper words to convince him Hell, I do not own any word They own me a powerless captive So, I think, I believe, I cannot say muchWe wait A diversion comes along and what do we do We let it go to waste Come, let s go to work In an instant all will vanish and we ll be alone once , in the midst of nothingnessOr worse, we won t be here at allyou have to decide , my friend.Later, another friend came along and said that this review was his favorite of the year so far And I thought that was a lovely compliment The problem is that I kept thinking And analyzing And in further reflection I said to myself, okay, I know I cannot measure time, I know that I am not sure if I am still living a yesterday or I am already living my tomorrow because this permanent sense of ennui that fills each day makes me forget everything, but I am aware that the year has just started And here we are, standing on this immense world with a myriad of possibilities and its inexorable absurdity haunting us everyday an absurdity that allows anything to happen so the fact that this review full of nonsense is someone s favorite of the year that has just begun, made me think A better one might be written tomorrow Or in a minute And then, that s it Ah Stop thinkingAll I know is that the hours are long, under these conditions Let us not waste our time in idle discourseI will make sure to say this as soon as I see this friend Because days will pass and time will pass and things must be saidthe light gleams an instant, then it s night onceBut that endless process does not apply to our ephemeral nature Lovely musings , another friend wrote a couple of minutes ago But when you think about it, there s nothing much to do, really We are always looking for something new Something else Nothing much for me to findIt d pass the time , they say I haven t met anyone yet with the ability of breaking that vicious circle We are here to spend time And watch the sky as it changes its colors A constant feeling ofanother day done withWe want to move, we say we ll go, we stay right here, like a not so lucky man with a rope around his neck HonestlyOne is not master of one s mood As I was about to conclude with this illogical ode to the absurd, this dull melody that echoes the unpredictable nature of things and the tiresome search for what we are not meant to know, two friends came along The first one claimed to have seen him, the reason of it all Apparently, he was trying to remember something And at a cafe, no less Whereas some of us are part of this useless but inevitable seek of meaning in life, trying to fill the gaps with something that might embody some source of comfort rather than simply embrace such absurdity of existence, hope for nothing and achieve a sense of freedom if not freedom itself Godot is passing the time at a cafe, completely unaware of our existence and our strong desire to meet him, as we see our days go by Days that no longer perceive a different colorhabit is a great deadener The last friend recommended me to watch the play that introduced me to these people that were waiting for Godot And then mentioned another one I cannot think of a better ending to this preposterous review To postpone for a while this awfully exhausting search for meaning and enjoy another play that will probably make me think of that search almost immediately.Human nature, my friend.To be continued If you write.Jan 12, 16 Also on my blog. 20 Godot.. The Story Revolves Around Two Seemingly Homeless Men Simply Waiting For Someone Or Something Named Godot Vladimir And Estragon Wait Near A Tree, Inhabiting A Drama Spun Of Their Own Consciousness The Result Is A Comical Wordplay Of Poetry, Dreamscapes, And Nonsense, Which Has Been Interpreted As Mankind S Inexhaustible Search For Meaning Beckett S Language Pioneered An Expressionistic Minimalism That Captured The Existential Post World War II Europe His Play Remains One Of The Most Magical And Beautiful Allegories Of Our Time En attendant godot Waiting for godot, Samuel Beckett Waiting for Godot is a play by Samuel Beckett, in which two characters, Vladimir Didi and Estragon Gogo , wait for the arrival of someone named Godot who never arrives, and while waiting they engage in a variety of discussions and encounter three other characters Waiting for Godot is Beckett s translation of his own original French language play, En attendant Godot, and is subtitled in English only a tragicomedy in two acts 1972 1346 210 20 1380 163 9649250662 1381 165 1387 188 1388 128 9789645706423 1392 150 1900. I read this book while hang gliding over the coast of Liechtenstein It was difficult to grip the jacket of the book, not only because I was airborne, but because the night before I was in Moscow having vodka and gasoline with Luis San Baptista Rodolfo Sr., a ex foot soldier for the Revolutionary FALN, and my head was POUNDING I told Luis over a dinner red cabbage over braised Skeletor Dolls I had never seen the last episode of Family Ties, and he instantly grew furious, and cried out, Matushka Matushka My cauliflower is on fire and thrust a copy of Waiting for Godot into my pocket, and whispered into my big toe, Listen, my friend, I only have a credit card, so I put on my visa and you give me cash, no I immediately understood Luis implicit instructions the only proper way to read Beckett truly, to feel the power of his words, is to do so while manning non mechanical aircraft At first I found Beckett s dramatic universe too glib, even watery, like a Burmese jungle cat I found the dialogue too reliant upon the use of words I thought the use of characters instead of sandwiches or tuxedos was trite and derivative I also found the verdant pastures of Liechtenstein simply enchanting from an aerial point of view Several times, I found myself questioning my decision to question my decision to use McDonald s wrappers from the Basque Region for the material of my hang glider s wings, but then I realized, that s the point having no discernible narrative thru line is STILL a narrative thru line all the same Beckett s brilliance touched me at last But without permission, so I m suing him in the Hague So, I m giving this a 5 Not a strong five But not a weak five either The sort of 5 that actively worked out for the high school rugby team, but then spent college taking it easy, drinking Irish Car Bombs, and now, years later plays Ultimate Frisbee on the weekends and sometimes runs in Central Park in the evenings, if not doing Bikram Yoga in Soho. Who wants to see a play in which nothing happens Who wants to see a play in which the characters make little or no sense Who wants to see a play in which the same senseless nothingness is repeated in the second and only other act Not me that s for sure I honestly don t think I could sit through a production of this, but that doesn t mean I can t appreciate its artistic merit on the page Nothing happens, but that is the beauty of it A famous theatre reviewer once said this is a play in which nothing happens, twice He was right, of course, but at the same time recognised the brilliance of the play The fact that nothing happens is the reason why this play is so clever and tragic The characters are stuck in this cycle of nothingness they are destined to spend each day waiting for the mysterious entity known as Godot He never comes If nothingness didn t happen twice then we, as the audience, would be unaware of this fact and, consequently, be ignorant to the tragic brilliance of the playESTRAGON I can t go on like this.VLADIMIR That s what you think Indeed, the plot is bizarrely simple two men Vladimir and Estragon are simply waiting for Godot They don t remember why they are waiting or even who this Godot character is They just know that they must wait Whilst they wait they encounter two equally as strange characters, Pozzo and Lucky Lucky is Pozzo s slave for no apparent reason and the two seem completely dependent on each other like Vladimir and Estragon are themselves The four engage in a weird and perplexing conversation, and then go about their business The next act is very similar to the first Beckett breaks the rules The play belongs to the absurdist theatre branch, which challenges the conventions of the realism theatre of the ninetieth and early twentieth centuries it does the exact opposite to what was considered a well made play The characters carry out a chain of repetitive and mundane dialogue, which is completely devoid of any concreate meaning There are no geographical or historical specifications as the dialogue is reduced down to a series of pointless statements We have no idea where these characters are or where they ve come from The play appears illogical and rich in purposelessness, but it is utterly brilliant it was something completely out there at the time, and still is reallyEstragon We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist Vladimir Yes, yes, we re magicians In all honestly this play is excruciating to read it is completely awful in parts and frustrating, but the idea Samuel Beckett conveys at the same time is grand it makes up for the torture he has put you through as you look back and realise what he has achieved you look back and understand why he has broken all the conventions and wrote a play that is as absurd as it is genius By doing so he has recognised the strange absurdity that is human existence, and questioned the purposelessness of this thing we call life He has created a Tragedy, as great as any that came before it, by using the most unconventional of methods I could never give this a five star rating because it is just too painful to read regardless of what it achieves However, to ignore the artistic merit of the play would be an act of pure self conceiting ignorance As Estragon saysEstragon People are bloody ignorant apesI will never read this again, or ever go to watch it at a theatre, but it is something I look back on and say what a brilliant idea even if I found the reading process quite painful and dull. Review revived again to mark the three month anniversary of the Top Lists being frozen As you know, the votes we strive for and crawl across barbed wire for and win oh so slowly and painfully are the only way we reviewers can tell we re still alive We need the hit that only weekly Top Lists can give us And yes, you could describe the inexplicable absence of up to date Top Reviewer and Best Review Lists as a first world problem if you were being really mean, but still, reviewers are people too Let Samuel Beckett explain further ESTRAGON Stuff this for a game of soldiers Let s go.VLADIMIR We can t go.ESTRAGON Why not VLADIMIR We re waiting for the Top Lists to be displayed correctly, remember ESTRAGON Oh those.VLADIMIR Yes, those Without the Top Lists we don t know who s top and who s well, bottom The world is chaos Which review is best Which made it in the mad salmon dash up the goodreads river of reviews to spawn in the sun ESTRAGON You re very poetical tonight Did you eat something that disagreed with you VLADIMIR We must have the votes correctly tallied It says so in the Bible.ESTRAGON But the vote counter is broken.VLADIMIR sighs Gives up trying to unlace his boot Yes, the vote counter is broken.ESTRAGON It s a sign.VLADIMIR It is a sign But we have to wait.ESTRAGON What for VLADIMIR For the vote counter to be fixed We must.ESTRAGON I could go, you could wait I think I left something in the oven.VLADIMIR You ll be back Us sort, we have to wait.ESTRAGON For the vote counter to be fixed.VLADIMIR Yes But we know it never will be fixed.ESTRAGON Yes But we have to wait even so.VLADIMIR We should ask Rivka.RIVKA appearing from a cloud There is a bug We have identified it It will be fixed But not yet.ESTRAGON See I told you It s hopeless.VLADIMIR No, not hopeless But there is no hope. Waiting for Godot still waits for a review I wonder if it will ever come While pondering on the possibility of a review, I think about whether I liked it or not I can t even say that, so technically, I am still waiting for the rating as well It is in the stars I added some for decoration They are quite meaningless, but yellow dots please my Scandinavian eyes It is about nothing, really But Nothing was already taken by Henry Green and also filled with so much of everything that Samuel Beckett probably thought he d wait and see if he could find a better title than nothing While waiting, he gave it a working title, and that s what the play turned into The process became the end product, and the waiting for something became something of its own.As for the characters They talk, therefore they are.One of them asks me Are you ready to write And I say Yes, let s write But I don t move. What happened Nothing happened Why did nothing happen How would I know You would know I would Yes How I would know Because you read it Did I Yes How do you know It is on your shelf So You rated it What does it mean It means you have read it Oh I have So what happened Nothing happened Why did nothing happen Because they were waiting for Godot Waiting and nothing I could take these two words and use them in as many combinations as the rules of probability allow to create a review that would be as much meaningful as it would be meaningless I could draw upon the elusive symbolism of the text in the manner of a perspicacious hermeneut whose convoluted exegesis would only serve to frustrate him even Or like a blurb writer I could summarise the four and a half characters, the austere landscape, the leafless tree, the role of the taut rope and jangling bucket, and the heap of nonsense, but what would that achieve Suffice it to say that the sheer speed of the bare dialogue makes you want to slow down and look for something queer happening between the lines, but nothing happens Or perhaps everything happens You can look at from any number of angles and it adapts itself to your point of view You can attach any meaning to the memorable symbolism and it helps you comprehend that meaning You may hypothesize at will and the text will lend you a hand to prove it Beckett in his frugal minimalist brilliance paints a powerful imagery of an agitated self, a helpless being, a lonely traveller, in eternal yet meaningless wait, which life ultimately is, till we take the final leap into oblivion The act of wait, which is an act of life, is given a comic dimension in the play By the end the reader becomes one with the characters, waiting for things to happen, for something to happen, but nothing ever happens Yet life happens.I think it s impossible to review Waiting for Godot adequately, not even after a long and thorough analysis, because in that case one would be seeking directions where none exist The best review of the play is the one that is not written.February 15 We are no longer alone, waiting for the night, waiting for Godot, waiting for waiting...
Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in France for most of his adult life He wrote in both English and French His work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human nature, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour.Beckett is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century Strongly influenced
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