A Move North and Inland
Maria moved further north, and inland, away from her home town—away from the hassle of hipster hoodoo.
A transmission blared:
… don’t bring me no corner gape, nothing eager, and nothing to prance about. No soap. No soap anywhere. Here the talk is cadaverous. Here the talk is all plate glass and metal angles. Who comes here to make the beds and wash the dishes. Let’s hurry to the dark alleys of hideous intent, and chicken shacks without shoes, and full o’ blues …
It landed with a thud and black douse. Sensible things were for silly rabbits, and Maria ate him for a grand Christmas meal. The only sense was in the the insensate. Like a garden variety croton, Maria set out to festoon the town in a sensoria of senselessness. To appease and applause.
“The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being acutely aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.”
— Samuel Beckett / Columbia University Forum 4