Waiting for Charlie Rose, by Samuel Beckett Posted on April 22, 2008 by raincoaster I had no idea the man was so profound. But I think we all knew he was so absurd. via Valleywag : : : : : : : : : : : Don't keep it to yourself!Click to share on Fark me! (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tweet (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
One of the least-viewed yet most lampooned of plays. Beckett is the source of one of my favourite literary quotes: “At the opening of Mr. Samuel Beckett’s ‘Waiting for Godot’ last night,” opined one critic, “nothing happened … twice.” Doonesbury riffed on this in a series of strips called “Waiting for Poirot” during the election of … Geez–was it ’88?
But it would have been fun to watch him try. He can’t sit still that long: lingering cocaine toxicity I would imagine.
One of the least-viewed yet most lampooned of plays.
Beckett is the source of one of my favourite literary quotes:
“At the opening of Mr. Samuel Beckett’s ‘Waiting for Godot’ last night,” opined one critic, “nothing happened … twice.”
Doonesbury riffed on this in a series of strips called “Waiting for Poirot” during the election of … Geez–was it ’88?
But Google?
But…Google?
I’m not sure that even Robin Williams could have carried that off.
But it would have been fun to watch him try. He can’t sit still that long: lingering cocaine toxicity I would imagine.
“Steve is not happy” is kind of the “Ceiling Cat” of the piece, eh?
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