L'altra sera Auster citava Beckett (e già ciò è stracitato): fallisci ancora. fallisci meglio.
(quanta possibile speranza. quanta inutile disperazione)
venerdì 27 marzo 2009
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- It's a God awful small affair To the girl with the mousey hair But her mummy is yelling, "No!" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is no where to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seats with the clearest view And she's hooked to the silver screen But the film is a sadd'ning bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors Fighting in the dance hall Oh man! Look at those cavemen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? It's on America's tortured brow That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow Now the workers have struck for fame 'Cause Lennon's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads Rule Britannia is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the film is a sadd'ning bore 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on
me lo sono perso per la seconda volta.
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