Friday, January 29, 2010

issueless misery

Friday, January 29, 2010

And once again I am I will not say alone, no, that's not like me, but, how shall I say, I don't know, restored to myself, no, I never left myself, free, yes, I don't know what that means but it's the word I mean to use, free to do what, to do nothing, to know, but what, the laws of the mind perhaps, of my mind, that for example water rises in proportion as it drowns you and that you would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

~ Samuel Beckett, Molloy, 1951

2 comments:

unstranger said...

Hi Angeli,

Beckett I'm afraid is one writer I could never get into. But lots of people every where have.

Angeli said...

hi frank.

i love beckett. :)

 
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