Samuel Beckett l'œvre carrefour/l'œuvre limite

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Marius Buning, Matthijs Engelberts, Sjef Houppermans
Rodopi, 1997 - 412 pagina's
ISBN 9042003375 (paperback) NLG 55.00 From the contents: Beckettissimo: Beckett virtuose de l'echo: 'fin de partie' et l'essence du bouddhisme (Emmanuel Jacquart).- Staging of institutional tensions in Beckett's plays (Juergen Siess).- Postmodern staging of 'waiting for Godot' (Mariko Hori Tanaka).- Staging himself, or Beckett's late style in the theatre (S.E. Gontarski). figure.

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Marius Buning andet Sjef Houppermans
9
Emmanuel Jacquart
31
Jürgen Siess
45
Julie Campbell
63
S E Gontarski
96
Giuseppina Restivo
111
Minako Okamura
125
Norma Bouchard
137
Keir Elam
165
Helga Schwalm
181
Therese FischerSeidel
199
Charles Krance
223
Ruud Hisgen and Adriaan van der Weel
243
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Pagina 185 - ... already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.
Pagina 346 - WHAT shall I do with this absurdity O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail?
Pagina 278 - Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating. The sound of a truck at fifty miles per hour. Static between the stations. Rain. We want to capture and control these sounds, to use them not as sound effects but as musical instruments. Every film studio has a library of "sound effects
Pagina 160 - The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express.
Pagina 148 - It resembled them in the sense that it was not ended, when it was past, but continued to unfold, in Watt's head, from beginning to end, over and over again, the complex connexions of its lights and shadows, the passing from silence to sound and from sound to silence, the stillness before the movement and the stillness after, the quickenings and retardings, the approaches and the separations, all the shifting detail of its march and ordinance, according to the irrevocable caprice of its taking place.
Pagina 346 - O heart, O troubled heart— this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail? Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible— No, not in boyhood when with rod and fly, Or the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben's back And had the livelong summer day to spend.
Pagina 23 - 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 a shadow and they opened.
Pagina 155 - For the only way one can speak of nothing is to speak of it as though it were something, just as the only way one can speak of God is to speak of him as though he were a man...

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