Beckettiana

‘The blown roses of a phrase shall catapult the reader into the tulips of the phrase that follows. The experience of my readers shall be between the phrases, in the silence, communicated by the intervals, not the terms, of the statement, between the flowers that cannot coexist, the antithetical’ (nothing so simple as antithetical) ‘seasons of words, his experience shall be the menace, the miracle, the memory, of an unspeakable trajectory.’ (Dream of Fair to Middling Women)