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Breath co-written by ericcoliu


I

Live with the living,
die with the dead;
but for him -- limbo.


II

We all, even Jesus,
go six feet under.
Why do you struggle?


III

Living or dying,
I strive for those,
the spaces in between.


Note:

Below is the companion piece to Breath:

The Shortest Stage Play, Breath by ericcoliu


Over the past two weeks, I have concentrated on viewing the filmed versions of Samuel Beckett’s plays, and impressed by the most compressed of Beckett’s dramatic works entitled Breath. The play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls. Based on Beckett's detailed instructions in his script, the play is estimated about 25 seconds long. The filmed version I watched is about 35 seconds.

Life portrayed in Breath is reduced to a brief interlude of dim light between two cries and two darknesses, symbolizing birth and death. It subtly touches on a more typical Beckett subject: the brevity and futility of life itself. It reminds me of Pozzo's words in Waiting for Godot:

"They give birth astride a grave, the light gleams an instant and then it is night once more."
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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Breath co-written by ericcoliu


I

Live with the living,
die with the dead;
but for him -- limbo.


II

We all, even Jesus,
go six feet under.
Why do you struggle?


III

Living or dying,
I strive for those,
the spaces in between.


Note:

Below is the companion piece to Breath:

The Shortest Stage Play, Breath by ericcoliu


Over the past two weeks, I have concentrated on viewing the filmed versions of Samuel Beckett’s plays, and impressed by the most compressed of Beckett’s dramatic works entitled Breath. The play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls. Based on Beckett's detailed instructions in his script, the play is estimated about 25 seconds long. The filmed version I watched is about 35 seconds.

Life portrayed in Breath is reduced to a brief interlude of dim light between two cries and two darknesses, symbolizing birth and death. It subtly touches on a more typical Beckett subject: the brevity and futility of life itself. It reminds me of Pozzo's words in Waiting for Godot:

"They give birth astride a grave, the light gleams an instant and then it is night once more."
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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[ericcoliu]

Below is the companion piece to Breath:

The Shortest Stage Play, Breath


Over the past two weeks, I have concentrated on viewing the filmed versions of Samuel Beckett’s plays, and impressed by the most compressed of Beckett’s dramatic works entitled Breath. The play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls. Based on Beckett's detailed instructions in his script, the play is estimated about 25 seconds long. The filmed version I watched is about 35 seconds.

Life portrayed in Breath is reduced to a brief interlude of dim light between two cries and two darknesses, symbolizing birth and death. It subtly touches on a more typical Beckett subject: the brevity and futility of life itself. It reminds me of Pozzo's words in Waiting for Godot:

"They give birth astride a grave, the light gleams an instant and then it is night once more."
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

Below is the companion piece to Breath:

The Shortest Stage Play, Breath


Over the past two weeks, I have concentrated on viewing the filmed versions of Samuel Beckett’s plays, and impressed by the most compressed of Beckett’s dramatic works entitled Breath. The play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, then the amplified sound of a human breath accompanied by an increase and decrease in the intensity of the light, followed by another faint cry as the lights fade and the curtain falls. Based on Beckett's detailed instructions in his script, the play is estimated about 25 seconds long. The filmed version I watched is about 35 seconds.

Life portrayed in Breath is reduced to a brief interlude of dim light between two cries and two darknesses, symbolizing birth and death. It subtly touches on a more typical Beckett subject: the brevity and futility of life itself. It reminds me of Pozzo's words in Waiting for Godot:

"They give birth astride a grave, the light gleams an instant and then it is night once more."
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

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[[clair]]

[fanfan]

Thanks for your suggestions.

I've revised my poem accordingly.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

[[FFFFFF]]

Thanks for your suggestions.

I've revised my poem accordingly.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

[ericcoliu]

Below is my take:

I

Live with the living,
die with the dead;
but for him -- limbo.


II

We all, even Jesus,
go six feet under,
why do you struggle?


III

Living or dying,
I strive for those,
the spaces in between.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

Below is my take:

I

Live with the living,
die with the dead;
but for him -- limbo.


II

We all, even Jesus,
go six feet under,
why do you struggle?


III

Living or dying,
I strive for those,
the spaces in between.
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[fanfan]

Thanks for your rewrite. I've made some revisions to my poem accordingly. Now, you're one of co-authors.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

[[FFFFFF]]

Thanks for your rewrite. I've made some revisions to my poem accordingly. Now, you're one of co-authors.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

[fanfan]

Below is a reply from my poet friend:

After the third stanza of your poem, I long for more about the "spaces in between." Long for images such as someone standing in the doorway, pausing at the edge of the forest, caught in a beam of light ascending into the clouds. But of course, those are my images. I hunger for more of yours.

-- Fred Longworth

I'll think over his suggestions and revise my poem later.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

[[FAFAFA]]

Below is a reply from my poet friend:

After the third stanza of your poem, I long for more about the "spaces in between." Long for images such as someone standing in the doorway, pausing at the edge of the forest, caught in a beam of light ascending into the clouds. But of course, those are my images. I hunger for more of yours.

-- Fred Longworth

I'll think over his suggestions and revise my poem later.
_________________
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

[christine]

[[christine]]

[fanfan]

[[FAFAFA]]