Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Long time no write...and a little Sam Beckett ranting...

I haven't posted in ages due to the fact that school is super crazy and stressful. So I am writing! Hooray!

Now that we have that out of the way time for some super fan girl craziness: FJDKAS;FJFKDLSAKFDKF; OMG! SAMUEL BECKETT IS THE BEST! I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH! HE IS A GENIUS AND I HATE HIM FOR IT, BUT REALLY I LOVE HIM FOR IT AND...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

Ok, I have that out of my system. Hopefully for the rest of my life. But on a serious note, Samuel Beckett is my new favorite contemporary playwright (Sorry Sam, no one beats Will). Of the four plays I have read/seen I have come to a few conclusions about Mr. Beckett. 

  1. He writes plays where "nothing happens" but are more entertaining and thought provoking to me than almost any other playwright.
  2. He understands the human experience more fully than almost anyone I can think of
  3. His brain must have been a wibbly wobbly ball of stuff. 
I have read/seen, Waiting for Godot--a play in which nothing happens, twice--, Rockaby--a play in which nothing happens with an old woman in a rocking chair--, Not I--a play in which  nothing happens with a disembodied mouth--, and Play--a play in which nothing happens with three heads on top of urns. And yet, while nothing happens in any of these plays Beckett explores the depths of human emotion, loneliness, interdependecy, love, hate, birth, death, defecation. All of it. He truly understands how chaotic life is. He embodies the original Existentialist idea of the world and the universe being a chaotic buzz and the natural human instinct to find some kind of meaning out of the buzz even when there is no meaning to be found.

For those of you who have tried to read plays, stories, or novels written in stream-of-consciousness you know how difficult it can be. It can be even harder to write, yet Becket can do it flawlessly. Which leads me to the conclusion that his head was a wibbly wobbly ball of stuff, but he still had enough focus to take that mess and turn it into stream-of-consciousness writing that is revealing, inspiring, and still somewhat comprehensible. 

I love him. End of story.