I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
Samuel BeckettRead
Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
Interpretation
Art does not prioritize clarity or straightforwardness; instead, it often embraces ambiguity and complexity.
In this quote, Samuel Beckett suggests that true art is not defined by its ability to be easily understood or interpreted. Rather, art thrives in the realms of uncertainty and obscurity, challenging audiences to engage with concepts and emotions that may defy simple explanation and comprehension.
In practice
During an art seminar, one might say, 'As Beckett points out, art has nothing to do with clarity, inviting us to explore deeper meanings.'
I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.
Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.
I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
There may be stranger reasons for being alive. There are books Thereβs interlibrary loan. There are books you can fall into and pull up over your head.
You hope that the responsibility of making movies will fall into the hands of essentially moral people.
For many years, I've always been attached to what they call the Great American Songbook, and Kern was a great leader of that because he had the classical training of Europe. He impressed all the greatest composers, like Cole Porter and Gershwin. They couldn't believe he was writing the songs he was writing.
I miss horribly those couple of hours before the performance when you get into the theater and you see people.
When I became poet laureate, I was in a slightly uncomfortable position because I think a lot of poetry isn't worth reading.
He believed that life, true life, was something that was stored in music. True life was kept safe in the lines of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin while you went out in the world and met the obligations required of you. Certainly he knew (though did not completely understand) that opera wasn't for everyone, but for everyone he hoped there was something. The records he cherished, the rare opportunities to see a live performance, those were the marks by which he gauged his ability to love.
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