Samuel Beckett - Not I (1973), Part 2 of 2

It is horrifying, compelling, and, somehow, familiar. I am reminded of nights when I cannot drift off to sleep and my overactive brain seems to run in repetitious cycles...I am, it is...not me.

I see Billie Whitelaw on a weekly basis because i work in the bar in the retirement home she is in...so any questions you have..i can ask her...

this is the greatest, most unsettling interpretation of the afterlife that i've ever seen. maybe if she would just say "i", and not "she", all of it would end. whatever she's searching for, that thing she's supposed to "tell", maybe it's as simple as that

"all the time the buzzing" no possibility of articulation, everything to say, nothing to say, no gestures to contextualize, apotropaion that words are, holding away? why do you want to find out? just surf along it, its hilarious.

omg.. this is so about sexual abuse.. it is really triggerry for me.. i had tickets to see this tom but im so not going after watching this x

god creepy. was she raped? I dunno. every brush i have with beckett seems to bring me that much closer to hell, and yet i can't stop looking for more.

Apparently no, when asked, Beckett couldn't understand how one would come to the conclusion of her rape, though, I thought so too.
I believe it is a monologue under the stream of conciousness style, all recounting the event of her breakdown, looking at 4 major events in the protagonist's life.

people like beckett like messing around though. whatever horrible event happened she was unwilling to tell it because of her being mute. and whenever confronted with it the subject is changed. beckett was never one to explain.

The Shakespeare of the 20th century.

Not Eye