And to decide not to smile after all, sitting in the shade, hearing the cicadas, wishing it were night, wishing it were morning, saying, No, it is not the heart, no, it is not the liver, no, it is not the prostate, no, it is not the ovaries, no, it is muscular, it is nervous.
“I’m always looking for something new. I don’t like to repeat myself. I want always to find something which is fresh.”
—
Krzysztof Penderecki
d. 29 March 2020
Dins del cicle #jotambé trobareu propostes formatives, com el curs impartit per @Rociomanzano2 i Magalí Permanyer de @NUScooperativa, que té per objectiu formar els i les professionals del món del teatre en perspectiva de gènere.
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I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? From time to time. There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
In me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
📢SAMUEL BECKETT FANS!
On this rainy day in March, I give you Samuel Beckett wearing white socks.
Any guesses on what book he's reading?
With his American publisher Barney Rosset, Paris 1957
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Luz María Sánchez Cardona shared 'Untitled', a mesmerising audio of a female voice detailing an autopsy, that has been influenced by How It Is. This piece is an immersive sound installation that explores technology, physical space and geometric sound structures. #Beckett
📢SAMUEL BECKETT FANS!
So iconic & yet so rarely filmed, this newly unearthed footage of Beckett is both startling & astonishing.
Tell me what you think...
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What am I to do, what shall I do, what should I do, in my situation, how proceed? By aporia pure and simple? Or by affirmations and negations invalidated as uttered, or sooner or later?
My dear Pamela, I was worrying and it was a relief to get your letter to-day and to know you were out of hospital and well enough at least to smoke, drink and feel an aversion to work. [25.11.53]
In December 1983, The Times asked Samuel Beckett for his New Year's resolutions and hopes. Beckett responded with a brief telegram:
”RESOLUTIONS COLON ZERO STOP PERIOD HOPES COLON ZERO STOP BECKETT”.
“afaint afar away over there what –
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what –
what –
what is the word –“
Today marks the 31st anniversary of the death of Samuel Barclay Beckett. The Nobel laureate died in a nursing home in Paris on 22 December 1989.