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Nothing is more real than nothing.

Samuel Beckett

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.
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Hard Time Mess Myself Silence Stain
The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.
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Greatness Machine Ourselves Time
For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.
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Better Fools Horrible Imagination Life Stay
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
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Artist Mess Task Work
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.
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Discrimination Poetry Prayer
The essential doesn’t change.
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Change Essence One Liner
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
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Beginning End Philosophy Wisdom
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
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Death Forget Man
To restore silence is the role of objects.
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Object Restore Role Silence
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
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Born Death Live Myself
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
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Conversation Myself Polite Try
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Boredom Choice Nature Shine Sun
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
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Better Failure Inspirational Repeat Try

Nothing is more real than nothing.

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