Made in HK – Joanna Kan
Waiting For Godot
The Genius of Samuel Beckett
Absurdity and Existential Angst
Interlaced with Humanity and Deity
Take for instance this interchange:
And yet . . . (pause) . . . how is it
-this is not boring you I hope-
how is it that of the four Evangelists
only one speaks of a thief being saved.
The four of them were there
and only one speaks of a thief being saved.
Come on, Gogo, return the ball,
can’t you, once in a way?
(with exaggerated enthusiasm).
I find this really most extraordinarily interesting.
One out of four.
Of the other three,
two don’t mention any thieves at all
and the third says that both of them abused him.
What’s all this about?
Because he wouldn’t save them.
I thought you said hell.
From death, from death.
Well what of it?
Then the two of them must have been damned.
And why not?
But one of the four says that
one of the two was saved.
Well? They don’t agree
and that’s all there is to it.
But all four were there.
And only one speaks of a thief being saved.
Why believe him rather than the others?
Who believes him?
It’s the only version they know.
People are bloody ignorant apes.”
One imagines these two as buffoons
And rightly so, for they are
Yet we should also see ourselves
Reflected in their buffoonery
For we too are as lost as they are
We too know we will die
We too are lost in the wilderness
We too can see the paradox of the Word
The Word of the Bible
Whether the word comes from God or Godot
We are always left waiting to be saved
We too are waiting for Godot to save us
And all we can do is Wait and Wait
Wait with our fellow humans
Here in this urban wilderness
In our existential folly
In the absurdity of life