Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Samuel Beckett from a letter to Arland Ussher, 6 November 1962

My unique relation with my work—and it is a tenuous one—is the making relation. I am with it a little in the dark and fumbling of making, as long as that lasts, then no more. I have no light to throw on it myself and it seems a stranger in the light that others throw.

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