Showing posts with label Samuel Beckett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samuel Beckett. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Skull (310/365)

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“The madhouse of the skull.”
 
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. The narrator, in Ill Seen Ill Said, p. 20, Grove Press (1981).

TIME:  7:05 PM
PLACE:  Living Room
SUBJECT:  Cow skull

Before I left last week, StellaDella requested that she wanted me to bring her only one thing back from Texas – a cow skull.  From any other 7-year-old girl, that would be an odd request.  From my daughter, not so much.  On Saturday, I located this one.  I liked it because the horns curled under.  I was told that this was because the rancher weighted the horns to keep them from catching on things or from accidently goring the other cows or the rancher.  I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face today when I gave it to her.  I wasn’t disappointed – she adores it.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Shocking (336/365)

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Mysterious affair, electricity.

Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. A, in "Theatre II," one of the dramatic pieces in Ends and Odds, p. 92, Grove Press (1976).


TIME:  10:18 PM
PLACE:  My bedroom
SUBJECT:  Electrical outlet

I never noticed before how the electrical outlet looks like two shocked faces.  Quite appropriate I think.  I hope that it’s not because of what has been going on in my bedroom! *wink*

(Can you tell I am running out of ideas lately?  The time of the photo is getting later and later each day and I think that my subject matter is getting pulled out of my a*# at the last minute!)