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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Didi and Gogo

"Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes; it's awful."

On this note, which is perhaps one of the more well-know lines from the play, Waiting on Godot (and of which I personally witnessed only once, and then, only on the television), I can relate, for concerning my own blog, the scene sure look familar.

Therefore, this post shall ask the readers to indulge your writer, and offer up any interpretations they might have for the meaning(s) of Godot.

11 Comments:

Blogger Keeefer said...

Here we are again, again.

A great play and one the Bubaker and I performed bits of in our previous lives.

To me Godot is about life and friendship and ultimatley death.

It is so well written though it will mean different things to everybody

6:32 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

The first thing to remember about Waiting for Godot is that it's by Samuel Beckett. Before he started writing plays, Beckett wrote several novels, all of which vie for the position of most depressing novel ever written. His world view is somewhat jaundiced, to say the least.

With this in mind, we can now look at Godot. Compared to his novels, this is a light, fanciful thing, almost sprightly in its escape from the grim, dark atmosphere and non-events he had been writing about. But it still stems from Mr Beckett's rather dim worldview. It is a play about meaninglessness - the meaninglessness of our lives, our aspirations and our ultimate end. And Godot himself is the hope of tomorrow, a tomorrow that never comes and never comes and never comes...

Believe it or nor, I like Beckett...

6:47 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Now I will bet that had to be one fun experience, Keeef. See, what brought this up is that my son Eli and his pal plan on making a vid soon, so I was asking him this same question. He was thinking Christ, whilst I opted for Death, and his eyebrows went up at that idea.

6:53 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Having not read Beckett, Gone, you got me again by the short hairs, ya do.

I agree about the light-heartedness, tho. I sat and laughed long and hard at these two almost Abbot-and-Costello sort of characters, but picked up on the exitensialism the play portrayed, as well.

So you see "Godot" as life itself, eh? Most interesting; most interesting indeed.

6:59 PM  
Blogger Jay said...

I like Beckett well enough, but not this play. The ramblings remind me too much of James Joyce (not surprisingly, since they did work together on Finnegan's Wake, but after making it through that heavy, lengthy novel, I was unimpressed).

The despair is in the not-doing, and in that way it's almost circular...to me, the 2 main characters represent the body and the soul, each vying for what it represents, one more leaning towards suicide, the other still hopeful. Obviously there are rich religion tones (Godot = God?), even in the language, but since I did read it in french (En attendant Godot), perhaps some of these nuances are lost in translation.

8:33 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Now you see, I never considered how it might translate from French into English, Jay. I do wonder though, would I have been given some rather odd "looks" for laughing at these two fellows and their plight? (for not getting the undertones, I might assume)

I never did read Joyce. Too sissy-sounding of a name, I guess.

8:47 PM  
Blogger valtzen said...

...regarding an above comment...
exitensialism -- say it's not so...we need way points or rather, way posts on this journey.
enter'ensialism ....Am I here?.... lol

2:09 AM  
Blogger The Bubaker said...

Like Keef said we performed parts of it years ago (to rave reveiws I'd like to say!) and for me it's a play about life and how we waste time. Man is always waiting for something. Looking forward to the weekend, to the next meal etc and ultimately looking forward to death. It has huge themes: Death, God, suicide and, as Keef points, out friendship. I had the priviledge to perform this with my best friend at a time when we were questioning the world around and asking the hard questions of life and that's one of the strongest impressions I have of it; friendship. These two in the face of such empty absurdity cling together and make it bearable, their little traditions and rituals (and how well they know them) keep them sane. And yes ultimately they are funny, the recognition of our own absurdity tickles me. I've read and performed quite a lot of Beckett, in fact one of my final written pieces at University was on Beckett and the theatre of the absurd and I think Waiting for Godot his best work... Cheers Way

2:46 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

Heya, Val...good to see your journey and mine cross paths again.

6:12 AM  
Blogger Harry said...

I think the Bubaker nailed it well, or at least very satisfying to this git. Wasting time is, after all, something enjoyable which I am most familiar with and can identify strongly.

6:21 AM  
Blogger Stranger Ken said...

This play means what it says, Harry. It enunciates simple observations about the human condition, all of them as old as Job and Sophocles. The play is a meditation on the condition of mortality. Beckett had no ideology, he didn't believe in systems. If anything, his belief was intuitive and his conclusion is unavoidable: "the light gleams an instant", an instant only. Our lives are of no more significance than a mayfly's, the difference being that our consciousness of the fact torments us constantly into thinking otherwise. To be indifferent is the key: what do you want to get enlightened for anyway? You may not like it!

3:24 PM  

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