On how memory relies on rhythm to fill in blanks by giving a silent voice to the unthought.
Shortest Distance... (1 of 2)
One of the challenges of reading the works of Samuel Beckett, novelist, versus seeing the works of Samuel Beckett, dramatist, is, in fact, seeing. Or envisioning what you’re reading. Bruce Nauman’s film, Slow Angle Walk (Beckett Walk) (1968), both reminded and relieved me of that difficulty.
Tidbit: Copenhagen as Theatre of the Absurd
In preparing to lecture on Waiting for Godot this week, I came across this somewhat lackluster Huffington Post OpEd about the recent Climate Talks in Copenhagen.