Sometimes, Burl’s being possessed of the intelligence and discrimination of a wet bag of sand makes him immune to artistic B.S., and he sees something for what it is, while the fawning mass pretends to admire something only because they were told they should admire it. Two burned out bums ramble incoherently, and some outre events intervene. That’s about it for WFG. I’m sure the Crustwood Civic Players did it justice.
People are amazing. When the play first opened in London the audiences hated it with some walking out. It wasn’t until a critic or two praised it that the people started coming. ie. if a ’art critic ’ says something is great and deep meaning it must be good.
Dear MeGo, Olongopo and Dave,Olongopo? Haven’t been there since 1967. Probably still a warrant or two outstanding for me there.Re: WFG, the absurdist existential play by Samuel Beckett. I remember reading it in 1959 and seeing it on stage in NYC in 1961. I spent a lot of time and energy trying to “get” it until I finally figured out that not having anything to “get” was the point. I have experienced the same thing in the Rothko Chapel here in Houston. I spent about an hour there sitting quietly until my mind finally gave up the hubbub of life and I was able to listen to…God? Who knows? Or to think about my life and how I want to lead it, not my toys or conquests. It was very hard and I would have much preferred to be thinking about the lovely Clare M. or a fast car.
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member about 9 years ago
It went over Burl’s head so fast, it’s a wonder he has any hair.
mikie2 about 9 years ago
Exactly, Burl, exactly. To paraphrase GBS, “By George, you’ve got it!”
MeGoNow Premium Member about 9 years ago
Sometimes, Burl’s being possessed of the intelligence and discrimination of a wet bag of sand makes him immune to artistic B.S., and he sees something for what it is, while the fawning mass pretends to admire something only because they were told they should admire it. Two burned out bums ramble incoherently, and some outre events intervene. That’s about it for WFG. I’m sure the Crustwood Civic Players did it justice.
BeniHanna6 Premium Member about 9 years ago
People are amazing. When the play first opened in London the audiences hated it with some walking out. It wasn’t until a critic or two praised it that the people started coming. ie. if a ’art critic ’ says something is great and deep meaning it must be good.
Under Dog Premium Member about 9 years ago
I’m with Burl on this one.
orbenjawell Premium Member about 9 years ago
…….they were up on stage, wondering why Burl was there, too. A heavier question to ponder than Godot.
mikie2 about 9 years ago
Dear MeGo, Olongopo and Dave,Olongopo? Haven’t been there since 1967. Probably still a warrant or two outstanding for me there.Re: WFG, the absurdist existential play by Samuel Beckett. I remember reading it in 1959 and seeing it on stage in NYC in 1961. I spent a lot of time and energy trying to “get” it until I finally figured out that not having anything to “get” was the point. I have experienced the same thing in the Rothko Chapel here in Houston. I spent about an hour there sitting quietly until my mind finally gave up the hubbub of life and I was able to listen to…God? Who knows? Or to think about my life and how I want to lead it, not my toys or conquests. It was very hard and I would have much preferred to be thinking about the lovely Clare M. or a fast car.