2009/05/24 New York
Dog
Jazz
Tonight I saw “Waiting for Godot” at Studio 54. I especially liked John Goodman as Pozzo.
And I had forgotten how funny some of the dialogues are:
“VLADIMIR: But you can't go barefoot!
ESTRAGON: Christ did.
VLADIMIR: Christ! What has Christ got to do with it. You're not going to compare yourself to Christ!
ESTRAGON: All my life I've compared myself to him.
VLADIMIR: But where he lived it was warm, it was dry!
ESTRAGON: Yes. And they crucified quick.”
After the play I had dinner with a friend. She told me: “I have an arranged marriage with my dog.” And she also said: “My dog loves jazz. If he wouldn’t be overweight I could slow dance with him.”
It was a beautiful dinner.
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It was only yesterday when I read an essay which featured Waitng for Godot.
Very funny. I can see it: a dancing overweihgted dog.
The dialogue was just fine, that part about the dog is distressing.
In Dublin munkelt man, Beckett arbeite an einem hochgradig obszönen Roman. Ob dass stimmt ist fraglich; auf jedem Fall stöBt Becketts Mutter schon im Juni in Becketts Zimmer auf Notizen erotischen oder anderweitig anstöBigen Inhalts.( Friedhelm Rathjen/ Samuel Beckett/ RoRoRo/ 2006/ S. 34)
While on my way from Berlin to Holland I read a short biographie about Samuel Beckett. I received a shock when reading the words cited above (Becketts mother discovered in Becketts room remarks with erotic or offensive content)
My thoughts went back to a very shameful incident, I had expressed in my diary my feelings for a young boy who lived next to us. My mother, who was visiting us, saw my diary on my desk and went trough some pages, I suppose I left the room for a moment. My mother was attracted to the diary because it had a dedication that was offered to my brother, who died some years before. Shortly after she offered her support; if I was in trouble I could always come to her.
I was very upset and felt humiliated, I was angry because of her breach of confidence. I decided to write my diary in English, a language she couldn't read, despite the fact that I never left my diary unguarded ever since.
For weeks I felt betrayed that someone had read my deepest thoughts, onwelcome thoughts for that matter; I was married, and was utterly ashamed for my homosexual feelings.
As for the dogs: I expressed my feelings ( in my diary)towards my neighbor boy because I was walking our dog and met the boy with his dog. The two dogs didn’t like each other and started to fight, in that moment I saw the youthful beauty of the boy.
While on my way from Berlin to Holland I read a short biographie about Samuel Beckett. I received a shock when reading the words cited above (Becketts mother discovered in Becketts room remarks with erotic or offensive content)
My thoughts went back to a very shameful incident, I had expressed in my diary my feelings for a young boy who lived next to us. My mother, who was visiting us, saw my diary on my desk and went trough some pages, I suppose I left the room for a moment. My mother was attracted to the diary because it had a dedication that was offered to my brother, who died some years before. Shortly after she offered her support; if I was in trouble I could always come to her.
I was very upset and felt humiliated, I was angry because of her breach of confidence. I decided to write my diary in English, a language she couldn't read, despite the fact that I never left my diary unguarded ever since.
For weeks I felt betrayed that someone had read my deepest thoughts, onwelcome thoughts for that matter; I was married, and was utterly ashamed for my homosexual feelings.
As for the dogs: I expressed my feelings ( in my diary)towards my neighbor boy because I was walking our dog and met the boy with his dog. The two dogs didn’t like each other and started to fight, in that moment I saw the youthful beauty of the boy.
Awadel
Dog walking is an extension of dating.Awadel, would you mind me asking how old you were? And: should a mother be ashamed for having sexual fantasies about her son? Because I believe almost every mother does. Maybe knowing this helps you.
Tabatha
TabathaIt was in the seventies, I was 30 then.
A mother always makes feel you upset, whatever
her fantasies.
So then: is she really to blame for your feeling upset. Or are you?
Being a schlemil I take all the blame there is.
But - no reason to exaggerate the selfhatred thing either. Fine balance. It was a pleasure talking to you. Bye now.
Bye
I adore the character of Lucky. I find it so real, unluckily... even if we don't analyse the text in its religious meanings, this character is really strong. And this sort of "mirror structure" is really good. I just read the plot, I didn't see it at the theater - well, not yet I mean - and sometimes the repetition of the same words can be boring. What do you thing about it, Arnon? Which is your favourite character of waiting for godot?
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