S. Beckett EN

Live the wait for the end

The loneliness of the human being

Samuel Beckett 1906-1989

  

Age is when to a man 

Huddled o’er the ingle 

Shivering for the hag

To put the pan in the bed 

And bring the toddy

She comes in the ashes

Who loved could not be won 

Or won not loved

Or some other trouble 

Comes in the ashes 

Like in that old light 

The face in the ashes 

That old starlight

On the earth again. 

(Music of Muses)

close examination:

S. Beckett

Beckett's creative vibration lies in that fragile wall where the individual stands in front of life, with an almost nihilistic sense of 'indeterminacy'. Man is alone and in solitude he lives his passions and defeats. If from the outside what Beckett describes is an absent or waiting man, looking closer at Beckett's man, he is full of restlessness and desire. He is constantly waiting without realization; waiting, which is the only vital element, becomes food for thoughts to the inevitable end.