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All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Samuel Beckett

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Alone Darkness Feeling Myself
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
SAMUEL BECKETT

End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
What do I know of man’s destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Destiny Fate Man Myself
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Forget Myself Time
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher’s regular, what normal woman wants affection?
SAMUEL BECKETT

Affection Love Myself Normal Woman
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Myself Universe Window
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Answer Life Long Question
Then I went back into the house and wrote, It is midnight. The rain is beating on the windows. It was not midnight. It was not raining.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Home Myself Rain Window Writing
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Kind Mouth Myself Open Thinking Word
If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Fear Invention Myself Question
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Feeling Myself Record
There’s never an end for the sea.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Deep End One Liner Sea
Fail, fail again, fail better.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Better Failure Inspirational Motivational One Liner Success
Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Habit Life Perspective
There’s something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.
SAMUEL BECKETT

Head Heart Myself

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

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