The sunshine in spring is soft and warm. Walking in the street, looking at all kinds of people who have no time to enjoy the sunshine, it suddenly occurred to me that there are actually three kinds of people in this world. When looking for representative figures for these three kinds of people, I remembered waiting for Godot. There are only five characters in this play, two vagrants, Gogo and Didi, a master and servant, Zhuo Bo and the lucky one, and a boy who delivers letters for Godot. As for Godot, the man who has been waiting, he never appeared. It is more appropriate to take these people as evidence of three kinds of people.
The first kind of people, people who bask in the sun with umbrellas. Sounds carefree and petty. However, petty bourgeoisie is just an emotional appeal. Those who patronize Pizza Hut, Shanghai Island, Taiwan Province Strait, Typhoon Shelter, Lan Kwai Fong and seven (why advertise? ) ..... a latte, cappuccino, tequila, rum, and a Haagen-Dazs (it's probably advertised again! ), may not be able to join the list. Let's look at Zhuo Bo's style. As soon as the man appeared, he took a whip, tied the lucky guy's neck with a rope and drove him forward. The lucky one was carrying a heavy bag, a folding stool, a picnic basket and a coat. Fortunately, folding stool was opened, Zhuo Bo sat down, opened the basket, took out a bamboo shoot chicken, a piece of bread and a bottle of wine, and gulped it down ... I don't want to describe it any more. This is the first kind of person.
The second kind of people, people who are busy in the sun. Zhuo Bo is basking in the sun, and the lucky one is working. He is lucky because he can let his master chew the remaining bones. When Gogo, a tramp, asked Zhuobo for bones, Zhuo Bo said that bones usually belong to the lucky ones. Getting bones is expensive, so stop thinking, or follow Zhuo Bo's command thought. At the request of Pautrot, the lucky one gave a long speech. I admire the author's originality. In this 1000-word speech, not a word is connected, not a word is complete. The child who delivered the letter is the person around Gordo. If Godot is a saving force, then the child is undoubtedly a lucky one, but judging from the child's expression, it seems that he is not "lucky" enough. What can people who are busy in the sun do, even if they are blessed by fate?
The third kind of person, the sun chaser. Kuafu ended up dying of thirst every day. Kuafu's daily modern version is that many people fall down in pursuit of their dreams. Gogo and Diddy, two tramps, used to be decent, once had a pair of boots that fit them, and once had a little idea. They were finally reduced, unable to pursue any more, and could only pin their hopes on Hugo Dort. They don't know Godot, who Godot is, or even what Godot should do for them. They have no specific requirements, just a prayer, a general requirement. The difference between Gogo and Didi is that although both of them have lost the ability to pursue their dreams, Didi has not given up his self-esteem and ability to survive. He can still find radishes for himself. Gogo has lost his sense of shame. He is beaten every day, but he blames those who protect him. He can't eat radish, he thinks radish is not delicious; He had the cheek to beg Zhuo Bo to eat the remaining bones. He bargained with people who needed money.
Life itself is a fable. We have been chasing dreams, hopes and light all our lives. When the dazzling sunshine shines overhead, everyone wants to be within reach, let the light of thought shine on life, and let the spirit win and enjoy life. However, we can't control the soul, nor can we control our own destiny. When dreams are ruthlessly shattered, do we choose to be a spiritual tramp or an ideological follower? Look at the people around us, there are many people who are depressed, there are not a few who are in an idle state, and it is not uncommon to encounter many troubles and heartbreaks. These are spiritual vagrants. They seem to be spiritual independents, but in fact they will bow their heads for a leftover bone. If you have the ambition to pursue your dreams, you must have the courage to accept failure. The first person is not necessarily noble, the second person is not necessarily low, and the third person is not necessarily detached. Existentialism holds that life is absurd and there is no need to be bound for the so-called value and meaning.
Godot didn't wait, Zhuo Bo was blind, and the lucky one became dumb. Gogo and Didi tried to hang themselves, but they couldn't find the rope ... This is life!
Issa waits for Godot's thoughts to read II. A group of people, either colleagues or friends, are traveling. On their way home, they gradually found that there seemed to be one person missing in the team and someone was left behind. However, this suspicion is so vague, just like the face of the missing person, everyone has been thinking hard but can't remember it at all. They can't be sure, let alone deny it. They just vaguely feel that one of their companions seems to have mysteriously disappeared, and the resulting overall defects and strange disharmony are gratitude for their panic and anxiety. The deeper they discuss this matter, the more uncertain they are about the truth of this suspicion. At the same time, more and more meticulous questioning even makes each of them no longer able to determine the authenticity of themselves and related people. The panic and anxiety in my heart became more and more serious, and the discussion came to an abrupt end before it reached the critical point. They finally denied the existence of the missing person and continued to return.
A few years ago, a friend asked me if I had any good themes for their troupe to rehearse.
How about waiting for gordo? I smiled.
All right. He's okay with it.
The next day, I wrote down the above story and gave it to him. Of course, it is longer than this, adding characters, but it only contains the outline of the story and the setting of each role.
After reading my idea, the members of the Friends Troupe basically agreed with the feasibility of the script, and then they expanded it into a complete story in a period of time. When my friend showed me the final draft, my feeling was extremely strange: a story born out of myself but completed by others. It's good. They wrote it. Literally speaking, I certainly can't reach their level.
Later, I heard that the play was cancelled, and it was cancelled when they were rehearsing well-why? I remember my friend told me the reason afterwards. He did say that. How could I forget? I don't remember. -disappointed, but also a little lucky, there has always been a sense of fear in my heart. I'm afraid that their performance can't convey the artistic conception I hope, and I'm even more afraid that the audience won't agree.
In fact, the whole story is my dream. At that time, I seemed to be reading some post-modernism works in Europe and America, but I actually had such an absurd dream. It should be "thinking day and night".
I like this story. I think it more or less expresses some kind of dilemma that human beings are in in the industrial age.
Issa waits for Godot's thoughts on Reading 3. Nothing happened. Nobody came and nobody went. It's terrible.
With a curious heart, I finished reading Waiting for Godot, which was written by Irish writer Beckett and won the Nobel Prize in Literature. I closed my eyes and my mind was in a mess. The whole story can be summarized by the above sentence. It is such a seemingly repetitive and boring drama, but it is a classic of Beckett's absurd drama.
Beckett showed people what people had experienced in his own way. The state of life itself makes it absurd. He prolonged and shortened this absurd feeling. He crushed it, smashed it, and then pasted it, so that we could see what it really looked like.
Vladimir and Esther Ragan are sitting under an unknown tree, still waiting, having meaningless conversations from time to time. They knew it was dark, and they remembered that Godot would come tomorrow.
Who's Gordo? Some people say that Godot refers to God, some people say that Godot represents hope, and some people say that Godot is something you dream of but can't get. Whatever Gordo is, will Gordo really come? Can two old vagrants wait forever?
At the end of the play
Esther Ragan said, "OK, shall we go?"
Vladimir said, "OK, let's go."
They sat quietly.
I clearly remember that in the play, they said they had left several times, but they still sat still. Waiting for Godot, always only waiting, waiting for a slave owner and his slaves, waiting for Godot to say that he will come back tomorrow. In fact, they all know that maybe Godot won't come tomorrow. Maybe they are not waiting for Godot at all, but killing their last few lives by waiting. It's like we are repeating our work day after day, living a monotonous life day after day, avoiding the same things as the two tramps in Waiting for Godot.
Godot may be our ideal. People are longing for their own ideals, but they have been polished away in life, just waiting for them to come to us. I don't think this is the life I want. My life must be full of passion. I will work hard and sweat for my life and embrace a happy tomorrow.
Encourage with you!
Issa waits for Godot's thoughts on Reading 4. Wait for tomorrow, because tomorrow has new hope: wait for growth, because growth will make you know the world better; Wait for success, because success will make you feel the joy of success after failure.
Waiting is a good attitude towards life. Waiting for youth, waiting for time, waiting for opportunities, etc ... No matter what you are waiting for, there is a waiting process. In this process, some people are happy, some are sad and some are lonely.
Estrogen and Vladimir are lonely. Lonely under the big tree at dusk, lonely in that kind of hard waiting, and the result of this waiting is unknown. So Estragon and Vladimir should be sad. Sad because Godot didn't come, sad because of hunger, sad because of loneliness. Estragon and Vladimir should also be happy, because they have each other's company, because they know each other, because of friendship and kindness.
Lucky people are sad. Maybe he doesn't know how to be sad, and he doesn't dare to be sad. Maybe he has felt sad in the kerosene stove. But it makes people feel sad about his numbness and his helplessness. He is so numb that he doesn't know pain, hunger and self-esteem, which makes people a little sad and angry.
Zhuo Bo, a hypocrite, is a more sad person. Pig-is his name for the lucky one; Whipping is his friendliest way to the lucky ones. After he went blind, he didn't let go of his master's identity and fell down. Instead of getting up by himself, he bought a "help me up" with money! The ugly face of a capitalist power. He is the loneliest.
Waiting is wordless, it mercilessly enlarges the heartbeat of the waiting person.
Waiting is still, but time is passing.
Persistence is waiting, just like a wheel is a lever and a fulcrum is updated. When the sun sets, the figure of the waiting person is extended into the distance, and Gordo really walks along the shadow!
Sha Yi finished reading the book in two days, while waiting for Godot's National Day Reader.
Maybe every literary or artistic work will have the same feeling for different people. This is determined by people's cognitive selectivity, and previous experiences and supplements constitute a present you.
Watching, I saw death. Quote: The sound of rustling, the sound of leaves, is the sound of skeletons. What sound is the skeleton making to warn the living? The repetition of two days seems to be waiting for death or fate. Two people are chatting boring words over there. Today's night came, and neither the dead nor the waiting came, so the next day they continued to wait for more than 50 years. What a boring life this is. Apart from the ease of chatting with each other, they should be impatient or disappointed when they see the arrival of the night. Then in this disappointment, time passed day by day. Looking back on my past two days, I watched three episodes of open classes, and I felt relaxed and happy to know that some meals were still to my taste. What else did I do, trying to remember, but it seems that only 10% can stay after the time. Did I exist naively yesterday and the day before? Is existence just accumulated cognition? How can we better prove our existence? Thinking or should life be like this? Leaving a better mark on this world is a proposition worthy of my consideration.
Another idea is: if what they are waiting for really comes, will they be happy? Even if you will be happy then, wouldn't it be better to make the process happy? That's what I'm trying to achieve, to make the process better, if you're sure the result will come true. If you are not sure whether you can arrive, at least you are happy.
Is the meaning of existence a process or a result? If the result is forgotten and the contemporaries disappear, basically a lot of things will be forgotten. In other words, the results are basically meaningless. The significance of this hypothesis lies in the process. It lies in the improvement of all the inner emotional experiences and cognition of people in the process. Most people will be bored because they are dull and hope to be brilliant. But in fact, great power is produced in plain daily repetition, which is the most easily overlooked. Some things are not experienced before, and there will be no feelings behind them. Everything is accumulated. One of the feelings of the Nobel Prize is that many people have done a lot of things in related fields before, which also proves that everything is actually a process of accumulation, and the idea that finally flashed is actually conceived on the basis of all the previous ones.
Issa waited for Godot's thoughts after reading 6. An abrupt tree, a hard stone, two people who are extremely eager, and the boundless earth and soft sky filled with light and air.
This is all dimensions of the world we live in. The other world is just an illusory dream, everything is allowed, and living here has found an ideal paradise. But in the end I refused. Happiness without pain is as unbearable as pain without happiness. Happiness and pain are like two sides of a coin, sharing and sharing the milk of life equally.
Godot, in a sense, is just a variant of hope. It doesn't matter what you want. Failure is inevitable, because there is no hope. There is no hope in this world. If there is, it can only exist in eternal language temptation or endless hidden suicide.
For a ridiculous person, all seemingly mysterious things, including the world, can only be attributed to zero in the end.
The author skillfully and flatly stepped on the brakes, only one step away from despair. It didn't kill hope, but it completely blew away the fantasy and never converged again.
I think the waiting time of love should be described as a negative number. Imagine if you love someone and then you date somewhere. Will you pack up your image a few hours in advance, and wait until an hour or two after the appointment, and then you can't wait to leave, eager to move to your appointment place like Shenzhou VII? If the other person loves you, I think she will be just like you. So at this moment, the waiting time of love needs to be calculated by negative numbers.
Of course, this is not always the case in real life. After all, everyone is not idle. But love is love after all, and two eager hearts can't be extinguished by anything else. If you two decided on the time and place of this appointment a day ago, I think you should at least not be late. Even if you are late, you can't be more than five minutes. It is cruel to keep the one you love waiting. It feels like you've been stabbed. Fortunately, you saw a passerby and asked him to call an ambulance for you, but the other person said to you, "Sorry, please wait a moment, I'm on the phone." People in love, even if they wait one more second, will have countless thoughts in their hearts: does he not love me, has something happened, has he been robbed, and so on. The blow of any thought is unbearable for lovers.
So, dear friends, if you really love each other, you must remember: don't keep each other waiting.
Isa waited for Godot to finish reading the thought of 8. There is a saying like this: "Waiting is the time for flowers to bloom; Waiting is the beginning of a dream. But many times, waiting is a kind of confusion. "
I don't know if you still remember Beckett, a famous writer and Nobel Prize in Literature winner. He once wrote an interesting and nonsense absurd play Waiting for Godot.
In the play, two people are described to make various interesting moves to pass the boring time while waiting for Godot. As time went by, until the end of the play, the godo they were waiting for had not yet arrived. Who's Gordo? Why wait for him? This absurd play was not accepted at first. But later, people gradually realized that one of the themes of this seemingly bizarre and incomprehensible drama was a bitter satire on the unnecessary waiting that is common in life.
When I read this article for the first time, I even doubted whether the judges who selected Nobel Prize in Literature were all crazy and didn't begin to understand at all! Gradually, it seems that this is not the case. Godot's identity is not public, which happens to be Beckett's genius! But people have been searching for who Godot really is ... To this end, Beckett explained: "If we knew who Godot is, we would have written it in the script."
Now more and more people have read Waiting for Godot, and more and more people like Waiting for Godot.
Indeed, in real life, many people just miss many precious opportunities because of boring waiting. You know, fate has given everyone equal opportunities, but the goddess of luck often only cares for those who are fully prepared. Can those who just sit back and wait for death without actively fighting for it succeed easily? It's a fantasy!
The story of "volunteering" is still the same. The reason why it can be passed down through the ages is that it must have had some influence on the world. As we all know, Mao Sui is not only a courageous and talented person, but also a person who is good at seizing opportunities and enterprising. Just think, if Mao Sui just passively waits and does not actively recommend himself, even if he is brilliant, he will not be reused by Ping Yuanjun. How can he contribute to the country? How can I have a good name of "self-recommendation"?
Moreover, if Zhao Kuangyin stays a little longer after adding a yellow robe, he will be guilty of usurping the monarch; If Li Shimin waits a little in front of the Xuanwu Gate, I'm afraid that "the rule of chastity" will become a hidden mirror flower ... Patience is not unnecessary, but waiting blindly is a negative and decadent attitude, which will inevitably make people miss the opportunity and lead to failure.
Speaking of which, if you are worried about your poor academic performance, please don't wait, pick up your books at once and study hard, because youth can't stand waiting; If you are at a loss because you are about to graduate, but you can't find a job, please don't wait, take your resume and start at once, because you are young and can stand failure!
"There are Bole in the world, and then there are swift horses, which are common, but Bole is not common." My friends, if you and I are both swift horses lying in the stable, instead of waiting for Bole's appreciation, we should bravely gallop the racecourse, make people marvel at your heroic posture and bravely say to Bole, "Bole, we don't need to wait!"
Sha Yi waits for Godot's idea to read 9 Vladimir and Estrogen. Their eyes did not turn to the direction of Godot's arrival. Facing death, they came step by step, hoping to meet Godot halfway and get the ideal redemption. The news from the children is that they will continue to support. Because there is no reason for despair, they have to wait aimlessly.
Who is Godot, an omnipotent god, an irresistible fate, or just waiting for himself. In the whole script, no one can see who he really is. Vladimir and Estrogen mistook Zhuo Bo for Godot. When asked who Godot really is, they gave the following answers: "We can say that we are acquaintances", "We don't know each other at all" and "We don't know each other even when we meet". But for such a vague person, people would rather wait without hesitation, and it is in this blind vision that human beings have exhausted their lives. Godot is not so much a person as an invisible hope, or one disappointing tomorrow after another.
The center of waiting for Godot is not Godot, but "waiting". Waiting is just a way of being, a state of being. No wonder the play says, "We always try to prove our existence", and waiting is the way to prove it. "I hope those who don't come too late will die." There is a strong tragic color in Vladimir's words, as if a person has entered a waiting cycle from birth, and he died in waiting precisely because the so-called hope will never come. What hope is this? I think it is a strong desire for "redemption", and the protagonist in the play has always insisted that "we will be saved when Godot comes". They said "crucify everyone on his little cross", so everyone was waiting for redemption, but when Vladimir and Estragon cheered this wave, "Help finally came!" At that time, Zhuo Bo actually opened his mouth and shouted for help to them. No one can save anyone, and the whole play is full of the shadow of fate. "Didn't we tie it?" "With whom?" "Tie it to the person you are waiting for", they think it should be tied to fate. Maybe that's the case. There is an invisible line between man and God and fate. People are attracted by it and can't escape all the time, but they don't know the world beyond the line, which is even worse.
Personally, I think Frakilmi and Estragon are the representatives of human beings in the world. They have no personality or gender, but they love each other but hate each other. The beauty of men and women is ugly, good and evil, and all the qualities possessed by human beings are displayed on them in one form or another. Of course, it is not difficult to see from the script that Vladimir is more calm, rational, tolerant and self-respecting than Estragon, but he is also a little self-righteous, while Estragon shows more selfishness, meanness, malice and nervousness, so I wonder if the author has given them the role of interpreting the characteristics of men and women. The two men had discussions about human nature, such as "natural temper", "useless struggle", "a leopard cannot change his spots" and "helplessness", which expressed their helplessness to the soul and human weakness. People are doomed to be unable to overcome their weaknesses, so they hope to be redeemed. Irretrievable, we can only resist the tragic fate through hopeless expectation.
The appearance of Zhuo Bo has always been my most suspicious thing. As soon as he appeared, he was mistaken for Godot, and even his name sounded similar to his. So I can't help guessing his identity. Is he another Godot arranged by the author? In a different time and space, the omnipotent Godot has become thousands of people close to human beings. He is infected with all human diseases. He is manic, numb, crazy and moody, bossing around the lucky ones. In the second act, his mystery and nobility completely disappeared, and even tramps could trample on them at will. He lost his eyes, his lucky dog and everything he could rely on. He is no different from a tramp, or he looks more down and out. It turns out that the so-called god is not far from mortals.
As for the lucky one, he is really like a philosopher caught in a trap. He is the only one who has the ability to think and the only one who is not afraid of thinking. His way of thinking is actually through his hat and throat. However, the only one finally lost his hat, voice and life, and the last person who could think also died. It is said that human beings laugh at the thought of God, but human beings always disdain to think. Lucky people's thinking is incomprehensible, which is doomed.
The time and place structures of the two scenes are strikingly similar, and the end of the story returns to the beginning. The second act is the repetition of the first act, and it is a complete negation of the first act. People lost their memories and precious dependence, and Godot stood up again. Everything was like a scam. Life is disillusioned, and life is endless. Waiting is too long of despair, too long of weakness. Frustrated ideals, ridiculous fate, split personality and ubiquitous death have dragged people into an unreasonable whirlpool. The infinite extension of time and endless waiting.
There is no plot, no conflict or even a complete character image in the whole play. Everything in the play is absurd and the time is extraordinary, so the dead tree grows leaves overnight, and people are in an imperceptible isolation from the external objective world, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression. They don't know the world. They say, "Look at this dump! I have never left in my life! " The world is just a pale impression to them. Besides, people are inseparable from each other. Two vagrants want to break up and are inseparable, and Zhuobo wants to go and can't walk. The absurdity is embodied in such a profound state.
People get lost in life. In the works, people don't know where they come from or where they are going. People can't predict their own tomorrow and completely lose their spiritual home. Godot, who is as free from suffering as God, will never come, but he always exists and constantly indicates his arrival, so people have to wait helplessly.