There’s a story for you

By: Louk Vreeswijk

Jan 19 2014

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Category: Europe, Switzerland


“They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes to the wars, he dies at the wars, she weeps, with emotion, at having loved him, at having lost him, yep, marries again, in order to love again, more conveniently again, they love each other, you love as many times as necessary, as necessary in order to be happy, he comes back, the other comes back, from the wars, he didn’t die at the wars after all, she goes to the station, to meet him, he dies in the train, of emotion, at the thought of seeing her again, having her again, she weeps, weeps again, with emotion again, at having lost him again, yep, goes back to the house, he’s dead, the other is dead, the mother-in-law takes him down, he hanged himself, with emotion, at the thought of loosing her, she weeps, weeps louder, at having loved him, at having lost him, there’s a story for you, that was to teach me the nature of emotion, that’s called emotion, what emotion can do, given favourable conditions, what love can do, well well, so that’s emotion, that’s love, and trains, the nature of trains, and the meaning of your back to the engine, and guards, stations, platforms, wars, love, heart-rending cries, that must be the mother-in-law, her cries rend the heart as she takes down her son, or her son-in-law, I don’t know, it must be her son, since she cries, and the door, the house-door is bolted, when she got back from the station she found the house-door bolted, who bolted it, he the better to hang himself, or the mother-in-law the better to take him down, or to prevent her daughter-in-law from re-entering the premises, there’s a story for you, it must be the daughter-in-law, it isn’t the son-in-law and the daughter, it’s the daughter-in-law and the son, (…..)”

From: The Unnamable, by Samuel Beckett, 1958 (English edition)

Photo of the week: Chesières, Villars-sur-Ollon, Switzerland, 2004

3 comments on “There’s a story for you”

  1. Superbe, Louk!


  2. I love Beckett. My, what a piece of emotional writing and truth. That’s why I love Beckett, he told the truth. I saw him once in Paris when I was studying there in 1969, on the Blvd. St. Germain des Pres. I caught sight of him in a crowd, he was very tall, and had a long crewcut, that grew and fell slightly in a curve over his forehead and I saw his eagle blue eye and his curved nose. Unmistakeable image. I will never forget it.


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