can you hear me mummer
De Maria’s Lightning Field made me think of Beckett’s Godot yesterday [I recently re-watched the entire 19 plays as made for Beckett on Film, 2001], perhaps due to the ‘waiting’ theme implicit in both.
I find the mummenschanz / slapstick of Beckett intriguing. Here we are supposedly taking wisdom from a grand old gent [or so the western literature canon would have us believe] and what we often get is fart gags and vaudeville. Perhaps that is part of the aim? To show us that wisdom resides as much in the mundane as in the spiritual? To make clear the folly of believing there is any existential ‘truth’ other than which we choose to embrace?
The most uninteresting by far question asked of Beckett’s most famous play is, “Who is Godot?” This misses the point. It surely doesn’t matter. What is interesting is what is chosen [by the actors on the stage, and by implication the audience in their real lives once they leave the theatre] as ‘filler’ between cradle and grave.
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
Samuel Beckett, Murphy