The story of this production and tour is truly remarkable. It’s worth a moment to read about how this particular group came together and what it meant for them to put on this play. Gratitude to all involved-thanks for posting.
Two men waiting for something, trying to grasp what they already have while wasting their time waiting for some other person to give them something. Estragon even says they should strike while the iron is hot, not waste time waiting for someone that might never even show his face. And the irony? Godot never shows his face. Sounds like our hope and dreams. Abstractions that keep us locked where we are, inside our own heads.
Yet by this very abstraction and worrying about abstraction, has wrangled you. So that you might be as locked in the head as this play is. Veritas est Via!
52:35 LUCKY: Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) . . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . . POZZO: His hat! Vladimir seizes Lucky's hat. Silence of Lucky. He falls. Silence. Panting of the victors. ESTRAGON: Avenged!
Yo, Waiting for Godot, you a play that's stuck in a hole, Two dudes on a bench, just tryna fill that empty soul, Like, how the hell you waitin' for a guy who ain't even comin’? That's the kinda drama that makes my brain start drummin'. I got a problem with the premise, it’s a joke that’s way too slow, You stand around in circles while the world’s movin' like WHOA! Vladimir and Estragon, just stare at their shoes, You can’t even make a move, you just sip on that existential booze. You’re the kind of plot that makes me wanna smack my head, You’re like a broken record, always playin' the same thread. “Is Godot comin’ today?” - dude, who even cares? You’re waitin’ on a ghost that ain’t showin’ up, that’s rare. Talk about "Nothing happens" - man, you are nothing, Two clowns actin' stuck like they're in some bad dream bluffin’. You think you’re deep with that absurdist talk, But it’s just a couple guys with no life to walk. You ask questions like "Why are we here?" - bro, no one knows, Even your creator’s stuck in a maze of his own prose. Philosophers are strugglin’, tryin’ to find a clue, But you’re just sittin’ there like a statue with no view. Godot’s your savior, but he's a no-show act, Leaving you lookin’ like fools, and that’s a cold fact. All that talk about waiting, but you never make a move, Like a hamster on a wheel, but the wheel’s got no groove. So don’t hit me with that "It's deep, it’s profound"-nah, fam, You’re just a long-winded way to say “Life’s a jammed-up program." I could write you a play in half the time, And it'd still be more lit than your endless, empty rhyme. Yeah, you’re all about that “nothing” philosophy, But all you really got is a whole lotta lethargy. So here’s a mic drop for you, Beckett’s dark art, This whole thing’s a mess, and it’s rippin’ me apart.
My thoughts on Godot... I find that Godot is death and will come to all eventually, as you become elderly you are more aware of it coming; but when will it come today or perhaps tomorrow
@@chrisparker8241 Respectfully, I agree with you. If you define Godot as Death ,then yes. But we all have our own definition of Godot . Even Samuel Beckett once said that he would have written about Godot (Who is Godot) if he had known it. I don't remember now . I read it around 27/28 years ago. Thank you for your new insight. Best regards, Sincerely
Godot is something like a landlord (the boys talk about him)his name is associated with God ,associatively ,in the minds of these 2 who don't have a good memory. He is the one they expect to save them, to the one who did their plea as they say at the beginning. But we don't know, really, what the true relationship of these three is.
The story of this production and tour is truly remarkable. It’s worth a moment to read about how this particular group came together and what it meant for them to put on this play. Gratitude to all involved-thanks for posting.
“I once knew a family named gotzo, their mother had the clap.” Favorite joke in the play by far
Can you explain it to me please? 🥲 English is not my native language
@@mary3723 English is my native but I don't find it funny. The clap is an STD. I'm not sure what the joke is.
I saw a remarkable performance of this starring two puppets made out of discarded furniture without any dialogue
where?
Got your point. It's garbled rubbish, anyway. Very much a case of 'The Emperor's New Clothes' as seen by fake intellectuals.
Stuffing to be done.
Lucky’s speech is always the high point of this play.
"What do we do now?
Wait
Yes but while waiting?
...
... what about hanging ourselves?"
Lol
It’s a pity we haven’t got a piece of rope
I have never been able to watch this play to the end. Life is too short.
Two men waiting for something, trying to grasp what they already have while wasting their time waiting for some other person to give them something. Estragon even says they should strike while the iron is hot, not waste time waiting for someone that might never even show his face. And the irony? Godot never shows his face. Sounds like our hope and dreams. Abstractions that keep us locked where we are, inside our own heads.
Estragon, not estrogen. 😂
this is something. this is nothing. -phil hartmann
@@AlexiHolford haha good old auto correct
@@AllyMind5Star 😂
Yet by this very abstraction and worrying about abstraction, has wrangled you. So that you might be as locked in the head as this play is.
Veritas est Via!
love this play I go anywhere to see it, yes sir no sir
Best ever best acting ... It gives me goosebumps
I love this, I wish I could see their expressions better.
An adolescence of Pink Floyd, Dostoyevsky and this, prepared me for a life of poverty.
Soon to be a life of victory ..
Endgame and this are my favourites!
52:35 LUCKY:
Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and
Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard
quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of
divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some
exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the
divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are
plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and
who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven
so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent
is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a
result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of
Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is
established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the
labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and
Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons
unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it
is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and
Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left
unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew
and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of
the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and
pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown
in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as
tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding
conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts
autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts
penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine
and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in
Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously
what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume
Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of
Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head
approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good
measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in
a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and
considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors
lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave
that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and
Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers
running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely
the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the
earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord
six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of
stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I
resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but
time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of
stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading
fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons
unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the
stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull
in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished
graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned
unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull
alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations)
. . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .
POZZO:
His hat!
Vladimir seizes Lucky's hat. Silence of Lucky. He falls. Silence. Panting of the
victors.
ESTRAGON:
Avenged!
I'll give you 50p if you say all that again.
i saw Bill Irwin perform this monologue as part of a larger show, it was so sick
I thought Bud Thorpe, the actor playing Vladimir, was Gene Wilder at first! The physicality and especially the voice.
Amazing idea for workshop!👍😊
Im doing this for my final gcse drama performance and it really helped me thanks 😊
Get a ticket
Thank you! This is exemplary...
Nietsche, in the afterlife, said that this is the very abyss that he was talking about.
Saw this performed recently with Rainn Wilson. It was incredible.
For future me’s reference, we’re at 20:36 👍🏻
45:38
1:17:38
Done 😎
Yo, Waiting for Godot, you a play that's stuck in a hole,
Two dudes on a bench, just tryna fill that empty soul,
Like, how the hell you waitin' for a guy who ain't even comin’?
That's the kinda drama that makes my brain start drummin'.
I got a problem with the premise, it’s a joke that’s way too slow,
You stand around in circles while the world’s movin' like WHOA!
Vladimir and Estragon, just stare at their shoes,
You can’t even make a move, you just sip on that existential booze.
You’re the kind of plot that makes me wanna smack my head,
You’re like a broken record, always playin' the same thread.
“Is Godot comin’ today?” - dude, who even cares?
You’re waitin’ on a ghost that ain’t showin’ up, that’s rare.
Talk about "Nothing happens" - man, you are nothing,
Two clowns actin' stuck like they're in some bad dream bluffin’.
You think you’re deep with that absurdist talk,
But it’s just a couple guys with no life to walk.
You ask questions like "Why are we here?" - bro, no one knows,
Even your creator’s stuck in a maze of his own prose.
Philosophers are strugglin’, tryin’ to find a clue,
But you’re just sittin’ there like a statue with no view.
Godot’s your savior, but he's a no-show act,
Leaving you lookin’ like fools, and that’s a cold fact.
All that talk about waiting, but you never make a move,
Like a hamster on a wheel, but the wheel’s got no groove.
So don’t hit me with that "It's deep, it’s profound"-nah, fam,
You’re just a long-winded way to say “Life’s a jammed-up program."
I could write you a play in half the time,
And it'd still be more lit than your endless, empty rhyme.
Yeah, you’re all about that “nothing” philosophy,
But all you really got is a whole lotta lethargy.
So here’s a mic drop for you, Beckett’s dark art,
This whole thing’s a mess, and it’s rippin’ me apart.
This is a play to watch 2 1/2 times while chewing dice.
Such a Sad Play
a play in which nothing happens. - Twice!
Ninggalin jejak
This is how the internet and technology should be used, antidote for the mind
Birmingham Festival Theatre Lucky's speech 52:00
Jan 20 - Feb 05 2023
I met Samuel Beckett after he died and before I was born; he didn't say anything about this play. In fact, he didn't say anything. Ever.
Is this a man stuck in his pshcye beacuse of things he did trying to find a way out of the hell that is their own mind?
it's actually a literal account of real events. it's based off a true story
@@elizanieman5576 thanks for helping me I didn't know I will search it someday thanks to you
2:05:14 - Good questions to ask...
great
when was this published
1954 in the original French, a couple of years later in English
waiting for someone
Or waithing for something?
@@marinapaic7758waiting for someone to bring something
Beckett was a miserable sod, not a 90s raver type for sure.
😂
Life is absurd. Why watch the absurdity? But I'll read the book anyway, just because it's Samuel Beckett's masterpiece.
14:40
Or we could just go to the manger joseph
40:50 화장실 장면 전
We are doomed.
In all the comments you are the only person that gets it. Life is a bitch and there you die. Will the night never come.
Godot never comes. It's a false hope as I see it as a student of English literature
My thoughts on Godot... I find that Godot is death and will come to all eventually, as you become elderly you are more aware of it coming; but when will it come today or perhaps tomorrow
@@chrisparker8241 Respectfully, I agree with you. If you define Godot as Death ,then yes. But we all have our own definition of Godot . Even Samuel Beckett once said that he would have written about Godot (Who is Godot) if he had known it. I don't remember now . I read it around 27/28 years ago. Thank you for your new insight.
Best regards,
Sincerely
you dont have to be a student to understand that
Godot is something like a landlord (the boys talk about him)his name is associated with God ,associatively ,in the minds of these 2 who don't have a good memory. He is the one they expect to save them, to the one who did their plea as they say at the beginning. But we don't know, really, what the true relationship of these three is.
Hope is never false, hope springs eternity, perhaps to fail.
Naktuk class thut ve nan ah re re
😂😂same here
😆en v ge
A va thui mai² ve 😐
Uhh, what
1:53:20 chuck norris
02:00
Proves we'll watch anything.
37:39
Tell me who your Godot’s, I tell you who you are.
41:33
quaquaquaquaquaqua
Arindam sir zindabad
1:24:30
Walker Susan Johnson Paul Smith Maria
2:37
4:52
Godot was eaten
This happened in the less famous prequel eating Godot
01:50:34
🚬
No boy talks like this.
A comedy routine, I hear.
Plus, the pronunciation reveals with a short o. In phonetics, /ˈgɑdoʊ/, but I scale my skill tall already in phonetics.
23:12
43:20
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