I’m going for the Samuel Beckett look!
During my experimental theater days, I performed only original works with two exceptions: Waiting for Godot, by Beckett, and Günter Grass’s, Only Ten Minutes to Buffalo. I enjoyed both authors’ sharp wits and blunt assessments. There was art as a tragicomic fire doused with nonsense. I felt they were saying, ‘Life can seem meaningless, and […]
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