Samuel Beckett

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Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. His work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human nature, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour.

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11 November 2014
This is going to be a happy day. Another happy day.
11 November 2014
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
11 November 2014
I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.
11 November 2014
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
11 November 2014
To be together again, after so long, who love the sunny wind, the windy sun, in the sun, in the wind, that is perhaps something, perhaps something.

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Parwath.H 07 January 2019
Please send me the bhodanes of Alalma prabhu in Kannada
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Fabrizio Frosini 14 August 2016
no poems, here.. pity.. then I'm going to post a few lyrics by Samuel Beckett.. ___________________________________________________________ Quatre Poèmes (translated from French by the author) 1. Dieppe again the last ebb the dead shingle the turning then the steps toward the lighted town [Samuel Beckett]
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Fabrizio Frosini 14 August 2016
2. my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to tis end my peace is there in the receding mist when I may cease from trreading these long shifting thresholds and live the space of a door that opens and shuts [Samuel Beckett]
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Fabrizio Frosini 14 August 2016
3. what would I do without this world faceless incurious where to be lasts but an instant where ebery instant spills in the void the ignorance of having been without this wave where in the end body and shadow together are engulfed what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die the pantings the frenzies toward succour towards love without this sky that soars above it's ballast dust what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before peering out of my deadlight looking for another wandering like me eddying far from all the living in a convulsive space among the voices voiceless that throng my hiddenness [Samuel Beckett]
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Fabrizio Frosini 14 August 2016
4. I would like my love to die and the rain to be falling on the graveyard and on me walking the streets mourning the first and last to love me [Samuel Beckett]
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