What a visage: like a tor you’ve spent ages attempting to scale. What writing: past, present and an elusive future. Samuel Beckett would have been 120 today- imagine. His detractors thought him morbid, or impenetrable. They’re wrong on the latter. He’s touching, hilarious, tender, raw. Even his pauses have eloquence; his silences, poetry. Who elseContinue reading “Happy Birthday , Samuel Beckett 🍌”
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Quote On Life from Eugene Ionesco…
” Life is essentially meaningless, progress an illusion and the totality of our experience nothing but a piece of incomprehensible gobbledegook”. Ionesco was never ever hired for children’s parties.
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