#the unnamable

[six-demon-bag]

THE UNNAMABLE (1988) dir. Jean-Paul Ouellette

[charnel-grounds]

Katrin Alexandre in The Unnamable (1988)

[mistressofthemacabresworld]

well done monster

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Set :: Source :: “Mustn’t… stomp… on mortal…”

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“…what is it, this unnamable thing that I name and name and never wear out, and I call that words. It’s because I haven’t hit on the right ones, the killers, haven’t yet heaved them up from that heart-burning glut of words, with what words shall I name my unnamable words?“ – Samuel Beckett, from “Texts for Nothing: 6,” The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989 (Grove Press, 1995)

[Alive On All Channels]

[helena-bottom-farter]

The Unnamable (1988)

Dir: Jean-Paul Ouellette

[hautaaja]

Even if there were things, a thing somewhere, a scrap of nature, to talk about, you might be reconciled to having no one left, to being yourself the talker, if only there were a thing somewhere, to talk about, even though you couldn't see it, or know what it was, simply feel it there, with you, you might have the courage not to go silent, no, it's to go silent that you need courage, for you'll be punished, punished for having gone silent, and yet you can't do otherwise than go silent, than be punished for having gone silent, than be punished for having been punished, since you begin again, the breath fails, if only there were a thing, but there it is, there is not, they took away things when they departed, they took away nature, there was never anyone, anyone but me, anything but me, talking to me of me, impossible to stop, impossible to go on, but I must go on, I'll go on, without anyone, without anything, but me, but my voice, that is to say I'll stop, I'll end, it's the end already, short-lived, what is it, a little hole, you go down into it, into the silence, it's worse than the noise, you listen, it's worse than talking, no, not worse, no worse, you wait, in anguish, have they forgotten me, no, yes, no, someone calls me, I crawl out again, what is it, a little hole, in the wilderness.

from The Unnamable by Samuel Beckett

[funeral]

Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable