An Irish, Zen, peace practitioner sends some quotes by Samuel Beckett (playwright, born Dublin, Ireland on April 13, 1906).
Since making peace with the Absurd over a half century ago in my life, I have found the deafness of many of our leaders and the ludicrousness of more than a few to be common fare and a wee bit beyond sad.
This is what we have. These actors on proscenium may strut and squawk in our name but they remain crazed alone in anechoic chambers trying to mimic a mad mongoose attacking a venomous snake at the edge of a canyon cliff.
(Sounds of rocks careening down stone walls into deep and dark bottomless cavern of mental dullness.)
1. "The end is in the beginning and yet you go on."
2. "There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet."(Waiting for Godot, 1953.)
3. "No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business....
4. “We are all born mad. Some remain so.”(Waiting for Godot, 1953.)
5. “I can't go on. I'll go on.”(Waiting for Godot, 1953.)
6. “All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.” (Worstward Ho, 1983.)
7. “You're on Earth, there's no cure for that!”
8. “Birth was the death of him.”Seems right to consider the words of a Theatre of the Absurd playwright as chemical weapons, missiles, bombs and bombast fly through air in Syria, Middle East, Europe, and the United States this weekend.
Since making peace with the Absurd over a half century ago in my life, I have found the deafness of many of our leaders and the ludicrousness of more than a few to be common fare and a wee bit beyond sad.
This is what we have. These actors on proscenium may strut and squawk in our name but they remain crazed alone in anechoic chambers trying to mimic a mad mongoose attacking a venomous snake at the edge of a canyon cliff.
(Sounds of rocks careening down stone walls into deep and dark bottomless cavern of mental dullness.)