Κυριακή, 1 Ιανουαρίου 2006

happy new year


A writer's life is a highly vulnerable, almost naked activity. We don't have to weep about that. The writer makes his choice and is stuck with it. But it is true to say that you are open to all the winds, some of them icy indeed. You are out on your own, out on a limb. You find no shelter, no protection – unless you lie – in which case of course you have constructed your own protection and, it could be argued, become a politician.
Where was the dead body found? Who found the dead body? Was the dead body dead when found? How was the dead body found? Who was the dead body? Who was the father or daughter or brother Or uncle or sister or mother or son Of the dead and abandoned body? Was the body dead when abandoned? Was the body abandoned? By whom had it been abandoned? Was the dead body naked or dressed for a journey? What made you declare the dead body dead? Did you declare the dead body dead? How well did you know the dead body? How did you know the dead body was dead? Did you wash the dead body Did you close both its eyes Did you bury the body Did you leave it abandoned Did you kiss the dead body
-----------απ' την ανατριχιστική ομιλία του Harold Pinter στην απονομή του Νόμπελ-----------
Happy New Year. Αγάπη και Υγεία. Και μπόλικο sex. [Είναι αρκετά.]
[ηχητική συνοδεία: massive attack, protection]

3 σχόλια:

sensualmonk είπε...

+2u2
:-)

Rainman είπε...

Τη μουσική ξέχασες... Πολλή και φρέσκια μουσική!!!

m.hulot είπε...

OK, και μουσική, νόμιζα ότι ήταν ευνόητο!