Eu estava na escola em um dia normal de aula até que em uma aula quando eu fui virar para ver se o professor tinha chegado acidentalmente acabei derrubando a garrafa de uma garota ela não tinha visto mas a sala toda viu quando ela viu ela falou para mim pagar outra eu estava assustado e falei que sim até segunda-feira só que derrepente eu lembrei que ela quebrou muitas coisas minhas então no dia da entrega eu não trouxe e então ela começa roubar minhas coisas falando que vai devolver e nao devolve mas eu estou lidando com isso pegando escondido dela as minhas coisa nos continuamos nesse ritmo eu estou certo ou errado?

I love the beckett that I've watched and read so far

In particular, I've read Watt, Molloy, Mallone Dies, Happy Days

And watched Waiting for Godot

But I feel that I don't *get* it. I'm not a very literary man, and I'm wondering if you guys have any books, essays, resources, etc. that might help me better understand what's going on here.

I know that Beckett was into Freud, and that knowledge has helped me understand *some* symbols, e.g. "I'm in my mother's room, it's i who lives there now, I don't know how I got here" but I'm wondering if you guys have anything else that might be useful.

I'm eager to learn, please shoot anything my way! <3

"The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh." Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

& the expression of a cynic in the expelled the calmative the end

https://www.reading.ac.uk/news/2024/University-News/Becketts-manuscripts-loaned-out-for-exhibition-on-editing

I read Beckett and wanted to write. So I vomited out some words.

Title - "How to fail at overcoming writer's block?"

I cannot write. It’s too much. I hate it with intensity. It’s too much inquisition into my rotten self. No, that’s an excuse. I never could interrogate anything. I am scared of failure, of success, and of the light and the lack of it. It’s not that either. I am scared my friends won’t like it. Or worse, they would love it out of pity. When I say my friends, I mean my bully, my mistress, my M. Cole. She does not exist, but she is the most real. A long time ago, about 5 minutes to be precise, she was my childhood friend. I failed her as I didn’t cherish her. A not so long time ago, 3 minutes to be precise, she was my love. I failed her as I didn’t love her back. At this very moment, she is me, looking at herself with disgust, with pity, with a manufactured sense of entitlement. I reluctantly try to persuade her to have mercy on me and tell myself that she is not real, and that I am not a coward, that I have the courage to be more than who I am, to be more than I can ever be and to be more than she would allow me to be. What a joke, we both laugh.

She told me not to write. I never questioned her, that’s not true, I did once, and she made me look at myself in the mirror for more than 5 seconds. What cruelty. That’s why I can’t write. No courage! No courage! to see my reflection in those abhorrent shards called words, to see my shame in those damnable execrations called sentences, and to see my memories in that cranky old recorder called pretense. Loud it screams on a train of thought destined to nowhere, but to the very beginning, it sings of misery and masturbation, and it tells the story of a young boy dying of diarrhea.

Pleasant thoughts are discouraged here. Oh, but they are tempting. They are scarce, but they are merciful. They talk of the first kiss, the aroma of the delightful pastries, the beauty of the firstborn, and the comfort of the absentminded. They have no place in my scribble; they erased themselves, I erased them long ago, about 7 minutes to be precise. I have disappointed her again. I wrote something, and I showed it to her. I wrote a poem about when we first met. I named it “First taste of the shit”. She wasn’t amused. I told her that I have to write to cure my anxiety. She suggested that I get help, and gave me the pamphlet for the “Cure Anxiety Seminar”. I told her I could not go to the “Cure Anxiety Seminar” because the people on the “Cure Anxiety Seminar” pamphlet are too good-looking, and that gives me anxiety. She thought I was joking again. She left. This is a blessing, I guess. I lost the ability to distinguish blessings from curses a long time ago, 8 minutes to be precise. I cannot write. I must write. I will write now. What will I write about? now that I can write. Politics? What do I know of rights and duties and revolutions? I can barely protest my condition. Lust? What do I know of obsession and betrayal? I can hardly betray my misery. What then? Failure is the only virtue I know. That’s it. What if I write about how to fail at writing?

I am doing a little art project in which I’d like to get each different publication of the trilogy, individually for sure and maybe collectively as well, then build a really nice wood display case for them.

Any bright ideas where I might find a reliably comprehensive list of all of the reprints from various publishers?

I’ve done a cursory google search to no avail. I can, of course, piece together a list from Amazon and Goodreads and Google, but it would be fantastic to have a list to work from so that I wouldn’t have to worry that I am missing something.

Thx!

Why does Molloy do this, and why does he go into such detail about it? (No spoilers, please, I am on part 1/2.)

Also did he fuck his Grandmother or did I misread that too?

If Beckett is one of your favorite authors/playwrights, who are some of your other favorites?

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I literally just finished watching the film adoption from 2001 (YouTube been giving me some fire 3am recommendations). It was great but my first time actually consuming Beckett and I'm kinda hooked but obviously his stuff clearly isn't something you get immediately after watching.

However, what hit me about waiting for godot was that it was disturbingly potent to a hard healing process im going through right now. I'm currently going through a break up that happened out of nowhere and am utterly aimless, and desperate. Watching waiting for godot hit me in how much it captured that aimlessness. The wait for godot a totally vague entity made me wonder about how my healing process is going, how I'm waiting for a vague time when something will heal me, when I'll suddenly feel complete again. It might just be that I'm emotionally vulnerable at the moment and a bit of a wanker, but that spoke to me, my own healing process is just aimlessly waiting until I'm suddenly 'healed'. Even the way that waiting for this healing to occur, resulting in days just bleeding into one another was reflected in the work for me. I'm not interested in what godot is but why is it worth waiting for him and that feels like far too close of a parallel of a healing process, at least to me. It's 5am here so my thoughts aren't concrete enough to delve into that but has Beckett's work impacted any of your lives like that?

Samuel Beckett’s authorised biographer, Prof. James Knowlson, has donated more than seven hours of taped conversations with the Nobel Prize-winning playwright, novelist and poet to Reading’s Beckett Collection.

Watch Professor Knowlson talking about the recordings at https://youtu.be/mE_FlZysLXs

The collection, managed by the Beckett International Foundation alongside the University of Reading, is the largest archive relating to Samuel Beckett in the world, preserving the legacy of one of the 21st Century’s greatest writers.

Find out more at https://www.reading.ac.uk/news/2023/University-News/Samuel-Beckett-interview-tapes-donated

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Does anyone know if Beckett's early piece Che Sciagura is reprinted anywhere? It was originally published when he was around 23, in a Trinity College student magazine/journal, and I haven't been able to find it anywhere.

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By turns provocative, terrifying and hilarious, Death(s) fuses the old fashioned sitcom with a morose Theatre of the Absurd, to savage satirical effect.

With Antonia Beamish and Jonny Freeman, recorded live at Hornsey Library, London, on March 13th, 2022.

Image credit: Holly Birtles, 2019

Apple Podcasts:

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/death-s/id1600289107?i=1000554281789

Spotify Podcasts:

https://open.spotify.com/episode/74jXiBP9AfiFDF6HCCJQqQ?si=c18768a21eab4400

Google Podcasts:

https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkcy5zb3VuZGNsb3VkLmNvbS91c2Vycy9zb3VuZGNsb3VkOnVzZXJzOjI4MTEzNTMyNS9zb3VuZHMucnNz/episode/dGFnOnNvdW5kY2xvdWQsMjAxMDp0cmFja3MvMTIzMzU3MzY2Nw?sa=X&ved=0CAUQkfYCahcKEwjY1LqxgNP2AhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQAQ

Soundcloud:

https://soundcloud.com/ezra-elia-328061740/deaths

My question is basically what it says in the title. Suggest whoever might cross your mind.

My interest includes, but is not exclusively in "similar" writers. I'd say literary influence can go many ways, even as far as the the influenced trying to do the polar opposite of the influencing, as for example the case seems to have been with Joyce's "influence" on Becketts later works. So especially if the influence is as opaque as it is in this case, I'd definitely be interested to also hear your thoughts on its specific nature.

Just thought I'd post links to this live audio recording of my new play, as it may well appeal to Beckett fans especially. Details and links just below:)

Body(s) is a viscerally lyrical trilogy of satirical duologues, each a skit on a particular section of the human body.

Written by E Elia, and recorded from a live performance by Oliver Senton, Alex MacLaren, Zoe Aldrich and Lucy Trodd, directed by Jessica Hynes, at the Folkestone Quarterhouse on September 24th, 2021.

"Relentlessly abstract even as it describes in detail the loss and regeneration of missing body parts, Body(s) nonetheless aches with human longing. Its characters urge and support one another instead of conflicting, as they are parts of a whole piecing together a story they share. Their logic is irrefutable because its terms cannot be verified, but it cannot resolve; at the end of each of its three scenes we yearn—as do the characters—for something just outside our reach. ” - David Hodges, NPX

Video and audio recording by Tom O'Dwyer.

To read the full script, in three sections, and another story also, please see here entropymag.org/author/eelia/

Apple Podcasts

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/body-s/id1600289107

Spotify Podcasts

https://open.spotify.com/show/6G16KKBQxOs8dEqRMR4K84?si=ORAs7MS4Sy6QDdyuthrffg&utm_source=copy-link

Google Podcasts

https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkcy5zb3VuZGNsb3VkLmNvbS91c2Vycy9zb3VuZGNsb3VkOnVzZXJzOjI4MTEzNTMyNS9zb3VuZHMucnNz

Soundcloud

https://m.soundcloud.com/ezra-elia-328061740/bodys

I can’t find a list of the essays he wrote, can anybody help me with that? Thanks in advance :)

For reference, I am currently reading: Dante...Bruno.Vico...Joyce