I've been so busy lately, I've barely had a minute to blog, which is really off-pissing. Since I don't have time to write anything I will share a piece of writing I adore, the piece to which the title of my blog respectfully refers. I love this poem. I don't know, quite, if a poem is even what it is, but it is a marvellous piece of anything really. I love the way there is this incredible delicacy behind its veil of clumsiness. It comes closer to mirroring the frustration of reaching for words than anything ever. A must-read for writers. Here it is.
WHAT IS THE WORD
by Samuel Beckett
folly -
folly for to -
for to -
what is the word -
folly from this -
all this -
folly from all this -
given -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this -
this -
what is the word -
this this -
this this here -
all this this here -
folly given all this -
seeing -
folly seeing all this this here -
for to -
what is the word -
see -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse -
what -
what is the word -
and where -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where -
where -
what is the word -
there -
over there -
away over there -
afar -
afar away over there -
afaint -
afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
seeing all this -
all this this -
all this this here -
folly for to see what -
glimpse -
seem to glimpse -
need to seem to glimpse -
afaint afar away over there what -
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what -
what -
what is the word -
what is the word
