© Werner Kmetitsch

'to and fro shadow
from inner to outer shadow'

B: Mr. Feldman, I don’t like opera.
F: I don’t blame you!
B: I don’t like my words being set to music.
F: I’m in complete agreement. In fact it’s very seldom that I’ve used words. I’ve written a lot of pieces with voice, and they’re wordless.
B: But what do you want?
F: I have no idea!

Conversation between Samuel Beckett and Morton Feldman, 1976

Neither

to and fro in shadow from inner to outer shadow

from impenetrable self to impenetrable unself by way of neither

as between two lit refuges whose doors once neared gently close, once away turned from gently part again

beckoned back and forth and turned away

heedless of the way, intent on the one gleam or the other

unheard footfalls only sound

till at last halt for good, absent for good from self and other

then no sound

then gently light unfading on that unheeded neither

unspeakable home

Samuel Beckett

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