Waiting for Godot

"Well, shall we go? Yes, let's go. They do not move" *** The quote basically sums up the play. Two men stuck in limbo, waiting for god(ot). Slowly losing their sanity as the seconds, minutes, and hours go by. Yet does Godot ever arrive, though?

Wish I had whatever Estragon and Vladimir have going on

Estragon: I can't go on like this Vladimir: That's what you think Regardless of the purposelessness of life on this burning planet, perseverance is found everywhere. So too is it found within. Misery and suffering will persist. So will we. The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. (WW, 1892)

After the last four years, I felt that reading a Theatre of the Absurd play made sense.

gelir mi Godot? bu arada fransız eseri okuyorum kızmıyorsunuz değil mi?

cldn't figure out the point of this play until i went to read up about it and realised the point was that there was no point. introducing: the theatre of the absurd. likely a lot of interesting things to read between the lines but im slightly (read: very) exhausted to do so; nonetheless, lots of well crafted literary elements (especially the staccato-rhythm dialogue frequently present between vladimir and estragon; the strange crisp kind of stage directions that id love to see enacted, and cyclic symbols) and points of interpretation. it's bizarre, yet concise, so somehow... it works. "Vladimir: This is becoming really insignificant. [...] Estragon: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist? Vladimir: Yes yes, we're magicians" surprising points of understated humour (that as the best kind of humour does, reveal something): Estragon: Ah! (Pause. Despairing.) What'll we do, what'll we do! Vladimir: There's nothing we can do. Estragon: But I can't go on like this. Vladimir: Would you like a radish? indeed. as estragon says, "We are all born mad. Some remain so." i felt a little mad (crazy, not angry) reading this.

(not a tearjerker) i'm fucking bawling. i think i would have killed myself if this was any longer. i cannot even joke about how gay this was. i think i need to abstain from everything existential-adjacent for a couple years.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Fairly strange and confusing but very intriguing and thought-provoking!

Let's go. We can't Why not? We're waiting for Godot! We'll hang ourselves tomorrow. Unless Godot comes. I recommend reading the play and watching this simultaneously https://youtu.be/Wifcyo64n-w

well this was bizarre

This book was quite possibly one of the most boring books I’ve ever read. And I loved it. Concept of nothing happening is super cool. Never read anything like this before. However probably wouldn’t read again.

Weirdly postmodern in line with my expectations and thus pleased with its aimlessness on the surface that nonetheless tugged at something more. Some sections were beautifully moving in its simplicity.

VLADIMIR: You should have been a poet. ESTRAGON: I was. (Gesture towards his rags.) Isn't that obvious?

A fascinating allegory about searching for meaning, waiting for something or someone to come along and give it to you. This one definitely requires some of those college level analytical skills that were planted in me but I really enjoyed the sort of calming chaos of this play and the way it reflects real life.

/uni-read

1 star Reading this book for a class, I understand the importance it has on the literature world. It provides insight into religion and the daily life of humans. And I'm sure discussing this book in a class setting will be interesting but overall as a reader this was just not for me. I'm already not a fan of plays, and this one just lost my interest from page one. I'm sure seeing it performed would give me a different perspective, but reading it was unenjoyable.

It’s about love!

New favorite play !!!

I don't like reviewing classics, and this time will not be an exception, but I just have to add that I truly can't see why this is considered a classic. Mostly pointless to the level of extremes and not particularly entertaining. The message was kinda thrown in your face and I feel as if it would have worked better as a short story or some other format. I can't see anyone being able to enjoy it as a production.

Kaip mes visi laukiame Dievo, atsakymo ir prasmės, taip jie laukia Godot. O tame laukime - nieko. Kaip ir gyvenime. Nihilizmo viršūnė, gal todėl man taip ir patiko.

What do we do now that we are happy?