Samuel Beckett
To me, Beckett's work reeks of depression. In fact, one could do a PhD on the link between clinical depression and Beckett's work. He was writing in the post war period - which was certainly an era characterised by economic depression - but the texts of his novels and plays are rife with actual depression: anhedonia, low mood, forgetfulness, brain-fog, hopelessness, thoughts of death, suicidal ideation etal. His characters personify what it is like to be depressed - to be living in an absurdly bleak world - with no hope of redemption. In fact, to me his works are depression - albeit relived by a wicked black humour. Strangely, the bleakest of them is probably Endgame - which IMHO is one of his less successful pieces. In the 1980s, I went to London to watch Max Wall play Krapp's Last Tape and it was hilarious.
We know that Beckett suffered from depression - even as a child - despite having a reasonably happy, affluent childhood in Foxrock Dublin. And it continued to trouble him throughout his life - leading to a lot of psychosomatic illnesses. Having suffered from clinical depression, I can now appreciate Beckett's work in a new light. In fact, for me clinical depression is just like being stuck in Beckett's universe - except without the dark humour.Clinical depression turns you into The Unnamable.
The other fascinating thing about Beckett is that, as an artist, it was his avowed intent to reach a point of complete silence. In his work he seems to be moving towards an acknowledgement of the futility of words and thoughts. Almost in a Buddhist kind of way - he seems to be struggling back towards his original mind which is free of thoughts. Ironically, freeing oneself of thoughts is one of the best ways to conquer depression.
I will leave you with a few classic lines from Beckett:
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Murphy
The other fascinating thing about Beckett is that, as an artist, it was his avowed intent to reach a point of complete silence. In his work he seems to be moving towards an acknowledgement of the futility of words and thoughts. Almost in a Buddhist kind of way - he seems to be struggling back towards his original mind which is free of thoughts. Ironically, freeing oneself of thoughts is one of the best ways to conquer depression.
I will leave you with a few classic lines from Beckett:
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Murphy
ESTRAGON
I can't go on like this.
VLADIMIR
That's what you think.
Waiting for Godot
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Westward Ho
I can't go on like this.
VLADIMIR
That's what you think.
Waiting for Godot
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Westward Ho
ESTRAGON
Let's go!
VLADIMIR
We can't.
ESTRAGON
Why not?
VLADIMIR
We're waiting for Godot.
ESTRAGON
(despairingly) Ah!
Waiting For Godot
Let's go!
VLADIMIR
We can't.
ESTRAGON
Why not?
VLADIMIR
We're waiting for Godot.
ESTRAGON
(despairingly) Ah!
Waiting For Godot
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