What did Samuel Beckett mean by: All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer. - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland Copy
+ We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Beckett, Art, Philosophy, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day? Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Beckett, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ To have been always what I am – and so changed from what I was. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Beckett, Change, Changed, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ To find a form that accommodates the shape of the mess, that is the task of the artist now. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Beckett, Artist, Mess, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful. Feraz Zeid, June 2, 2023December 12, 2023, Samuel Beckett, Despair, Isolation, Stagnation, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ Fail, fail again, fail better. Feraz Zeid, August 5, 2023December 12, 2023, Samuel Beckett, Improvement, Perseverance, Resilience, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Beckett, Effects, Horrible, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
+ They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance. Feraz Zeid, January 10, 2024January 10, 2024, Samuel Beckett, Baby, Children, 0 - Samuel Beckett Playwright and novelist · Ireland
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue. - William Cowper Poet · England
The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry. - William Empson Poet and literary critic · England
