Absurdities - Poem by gershon hepner
We’re not as intricate or clever
as we believe, but fortunately are amused
so easily we laugh forever
about absurdities with which we abused.
Comic writers make them clear,
and keep us––if we’re lucky––smiling while we wait
like Estragon and Vladimir,
if not for Godot then for fate.
Inspired by Eric Griffiths, who in his review of a production of “Waiting for Godot” in the TLS, May 15,2009, writes:
Whereas comedians from Aristophanes to Beckett include among their stock-in-trade the knowledge that we are not as intricate or clever as we think we are, but, fortunately for them and us, easily amuse and, by the same token, more laughable than suits us to admit.
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