“is there a coming that is not a coming to, a going that is not a going from” Samuel Beckett WATT

“her long grey greasy hair framing in its cowl of scrofulous mats a face where pallor, languor, hunger, acne, recent dirt, immemorial chagrin and surplus hair seemed to dispute the mastery. Samuel Beckett WATT

“The crocuses and the larch turning green every year a week before the others and the pastures red with uneaten sheep’s placentas” Samuel Beckett WATT

“Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place,” Samuel Beckett WATT

“when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.” Samuel Beckett WATT

“This I am happy to inform you is the reversed metamorphosis. The Laurel into Daphne. The old thing where it always was, back again.” Samuel Beckett WATT

“Having oscillated all his life between the torments of a superficial loitering and the horrors of disinterested endeavour, he finds himself at last in a situation where to do nothing exclusively would be an act of the highest value, and significance.” Samuel Beckett WATT

That look! That weary watchful vacancy! The man arrives! The dark ways all behind, all within, the long dark ways, in his head, in his side, in his hands and feet, and he sits in the red gloom, picking his nose, waiting for the dawn to break. The dawn! The sun! The light! Haw! Samuel Beckett WATT

Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.

“Watt had never heard Mr Knott either, heard him speak, that is to say, or laugh, or cry. But once he thought he heard him say Tweet! Tweet! to a little bird, and once he heard him make a strange noise, PLOPF PLOPF Plopf Plopf plopf plopf plop plo pl. This was in the flower garden.” Samuel Beckett

#shakespearsunday “All to you. Lights, more lights!” Timon of Athens 1:2 William Shakespeare

Think about it. Somewhere back then, someone must have been Bob Dylan’s driving instructor! 😎

“Chaucers Norman forebears, were hot-tempered and given to extremes when among equals (they cultivated reserve before inferiors or superiors). They wept freely in public, flew into rages, swore copious and imaginative oaths, carried on almost operatic blood feuds and endless legal battles.”

“The thing that everyone in San Quentin understood about Beckett, while the rest of the world had trouble catching up, was what it meant to be in the face of it,”

Bob Dylan. Old interview.

New two part Series on the Huns, from Paul Cooper The magnificent. They are always worth the waiting. 👀🐍🐺

News about our old relatives! 😊 www.hawaii.edu/news/2024/11...

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And Lou Reed’s version some decades later. youtube.com/watch?v=-Bb-...

The more or less original version by his Bobness. youtube.com/watch?v=KhiT...

Happy holidays

Poem by an Assyrian girl to a shepherd boy she have an eye 😍 to. I’m through with pulling thistles, I’m going to sow a vineyard. The raging fire I’ve doused with water. (I no longer have a fever) Love me as you love your lambs Look for me, as you look for your flock. Find me! ❤️❤️❤️

"It tastes even better because you’re supporting Palestine." Cola Gaza offers its drinkers a 'genocide-free' alternative as they boycott big-name brands ⤵️ aje.io/wag7dn

Last time Hamlet was happy. AI artist unknown.

“Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. O dear Ophelia, I am ill at these numbers. I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, O most best, believe it. Adieu.”

splashmags.com/index.php/20... Waiting for Godot Review – Samuel Beckett’s Masterpiece

Erwartung (Expectation), Op. 17, is a one-act monodrama in four scenes by Arnold Schoenberg to a libretto by Marie Pappenheim. Composed in 1909, it was not premiered until 6 June 1924. youtube.com/watch?v=0z82...

Interesting intro to the life and work of Arnold Schoenberg. youtube.com/playlist?lis...

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Hallo again, nothing happenens anywhere else either. 😅

Nothing happening here! Goodbye 👋

Finnegans Wake by James Joyce published 4/5 1939. Spoiler Alert 🚨 here is the end of it…”Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given ! A way a lone a last a loved a long the”

Calling on Ovid and/or elegy people in Aus & NZ! @gemmaneall.bsky.social and I have been plotting an interest group so that we can get a cohort to keep up to date with International Ovidian Society events which are so northern hemisphere dominant. If you are interested in joining please let me know!

There are in fact several examples of sequences of lines and dots that exceed 13, thus undermining the entire concept of the cave art lunar calendar. They go on to say that these cases were deliberately excluded from the original analysis so as to not wreck the whole idea.

Mr Hackett turned the corner and saw,in the failing light,at some little distance,his seat.It seemed to be occupied.This seat,the property very likely of the municipality,or of the public,was of course not his,but he thought of it as his.This was Mr Hacketts attitude towards things that pleased him.

Happy birthday Samuel Beckett 13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989. 118 years today. Thanks for all the laughs. 😅

Good introduction to Ovid.

#ovid can any of you ovidians here point me to some literature or some websites that have the fragments that survive from Ovids tragically lost tragedy Medea?

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Dylan is Welch Dy = Bad, clumsy. Llanw = Tide, flow, flood. Dylan = Bad Or clumsy flood. 😊😎😱

There once was a man named Ovid Who tried to stand clear of COVID I’ll go to the Black Sea Said he, on the backseat, Of the scooter, with mrs Ovid. 🤓🥵😱 (Sorry Naso 🤥)

Today is Ovids birthday 2067 years old today! 🍰💐🍰💐🍰💐🥳

Piers Morgan: Say something bad about Putin, Say something bad about Putin, Say something bad about Putin! Jeffrey Sachs: No i will not! That’s not the way you conduct diplomacy.

Just caught eye on the very beginning of literally modernism. “Adonc le Père Ubu hoscha la poire, dont fut depuis nommé par les Anglois Shakespeare, et avez de lui sous ce nom maintes belles tragoedies par escript.” Of course William Shakespeare is also the centre here. 😊👍💐

Caesar: The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar, but not gone.