Thursday, February 25, 2010

Not I

A monologue by Samuel Beckett that is often compared to Dada works by Tristan Tzara. Written in 1973, it's pretty wonderfully disturbing, awkward, dark, and oddly lovely. Take it away.

Foreign Places are Aflame

And the snow falls
And my love calls to me on the wind
Not ashamed that I have sinned
Not afraid
Trading reason for desire
Need a flame to light a fire
Need a way to say there's burning in these hands