Winnie seems completely unaware that the earth that holds her so firmly is a metaphor for the grave. Beckett may be graphically illustrating the fact that everyone alive is slowly slipping back into the earth from which we came. Beckett’s philosophy of absurdism is especially bleak about facing the facts of life. Life is short; it is grim. It is — regardless of what we may do to endow it with meaning - meaningless. But these are facts that Winnie reveals no awareness of. - Happy Days, Samuel Beckett
Bernard Shaw wanted to bring English theatre into contemporary culture.
We should bring theatre into our contemporary culture and ask: What are you saying? What are you asking? What is the thing that you really like? When you revive a play, bring it into contemporary culture. Your average theatre goer is being mistreated, he wanted to bring light into concerns but also entertain them as well. It can’t be totally boring or didactic, or else no one will go to it.
If something turns you on… don’t just ask for a list [for it to be spoon fed to you], go and pursue it on your own. This kind of discovery is organic. It’s determined by you and will be tailor made to your evolution
So I was wondering why you asked me the question out of nowhere... I think last week? Just wondering since you didn't response back or anything either.
Ahh. I think it’s because I left the message on private, that’s why you didn’t see it. Oh, I was just asking because you had posted something local a while back and was curious as to where you lived. I’m in Orange County myself, so… that’s quite a way from Pasadena.
I find that people with British accents can say FUCK-COCK-BLOWJOB and somehow, it doesn't come across that crude.
On an unrelated, final note,
Having a boyfriend is out of my picture.
because I realize that I have created a standard of unattainable expectations for the guys I’d consider dating. That gorgeous-intelligent-artsy etc etc. young man won’t be swooning me anytime soon — he simply doesn’t exist.
Thank you Francisco Lachowski for making my night and ruining it at the same time!
Todd: No I think that’s the joy of it. The hats are ephemeral. It’s like a metaphor for something or other.
Joan: Well, life.
Todd: Well, Life, there you are. Out of nearly three hundred hats I’ve made here I’ve only had three win and go in the museum. But that’s never bothered me. You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.