A Half-act Tribute to Samuel Beckett

Introspection: Or is it introduction?: No matter: Ahhh. The empty page. A relief. It's the half-empty page I fear. The half-full, half-full with words that seemed good at the time, like a bad memory. And yet as the memories unfold, as the reality plays out in pixilated characters, the page becomes drearily convoluted with cumbersome print and wandering meaning.

(And so it goes)

Oh, brilliant, applause applause. And one day, the applause that is...Beckett? I thought I heard someone. No matter. He never came. Ha! what a thought. Though I wish it were not. The days were more slow here. The time, the time. Stopped like a cracked watch.

A clock what?

Stop it.

What?

You know.

Oh don't be delirious.

As if I were ever.

Wherever were you?

As if.

But you said...

I do say it is a trivial day outside. Cloudless skies and skyless clouds. But that makes all too much sense together. Too much sense altogether? I got it.

What?

Nevermind, it's lost.

Where'd it go?

As if.

So what was wrong with him?

Who?

You know.

As if?

Yes. As if.

As if I know.

You do. I told you.

What were that?

Hypothetically speaking no. But yes. If you seek the truth of the matter, then yes.

As if. [Thinking] Yes! that's it!

Back to the point.

The point?

Yes, the pinnacle. The tip. The front end. Where else?

What about around the boot?

Do you speak English, sir?

I've grown tired.

How's that?

I put on these boots. The taller I get, the sleepier my eyes.

And then?

Sleep.

And then?

Wake?

Yes, precisely. And you know what?

What? [Silence] What?

I don't know, I was asking you.

What do I know?

Precisely.

But I don't.

As if.

What does that mean?

Truly you can't be truthful.

What else would you have me?

As is.

As if?

No. As is.

But I say to you...

Wait...Did you hear? [Straining to hear] Drucks, shat, dear, gee. I was so close.

Could you have heard it?

I could have, had not I had.

So you had then.

Only if I hadn't.

But you could have?

Precisely.

I think I see-

Brilliant!

What?

You see?

Only sometimes. When eyes open.

Morning is the best. Yes. Coffee. Black. Cream is for goats.

I do think I hunger.

Think you now?

I believe I did!

Well blight on thee! I had forgotten my last one.

Where to?

If I had known would it matter?

Only if it weighed.

Weighed what?

Heavily.

Oh, but it did.

I think I couldn't without it.

I bet you could.

You're right.

As if.