Samuel Beckett (-)

Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. His work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human nature, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour.

Beckett is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century. Strongly influenced by James Joyce, he is considered one of the last modernists. As an inspiration to many later writers, he is also sometimes considered one of the first postmodernists. He is one of the key writers in what Martin Esslin called the "Theatre of the Absurd". His work became increasingly minimalist in his later career.

Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation". He was elected Saoi of Aosdána in 1984.

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I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p. 13, Grove Press (1970).
Watt's need of semantic succour was at times so great that he would set to trying names on things, and on himself, almost as a woman hats.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. The narrator, in Watt, p. 83, Grove Press (1959).
My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. First published in 1953. Malone, in Malone Dies, p., Grove Press (1970). 88.

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no poems, here.. pity.. then I'm going to post a few lyrics by Samuel Beckett.. ___________________________________________________________ Quatre Poèmes (translated from French by the author) 1. Dieppe again the last ebb the dead shingle the turning then the steps toward the lighted town [Samuel Beckett]
2. my way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to tis end my peace is there in the receding mist when I may cease from trreading these long shifting thresholds and live the space of a door that opens and shuts [Samuel Beckett]