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The greatest performance of a soliloquy I have ever seen in this life, my life, the last life of any life? I don't know. Well into my bones say I! Who am I? "Who knows why?" "Who's to say?" said I to me. But the eyes don't see! You can TELL! Then what? ON!

rubbish recited by more rubbish

The desperation, confusion and chaotic madness of a man on the brink beautifully expressed by Beckett's words and Pinter's performance of them. You can truly see in this clip that Harold Pinter began as an actor and trained as one, he understood how to write words, turn the flesh into words and convey the words of others, turn words into flesh.

🎹 "Another long exhausting day, another thousand dollars... a matinee, a Pinter play, perhaps a piece of Mahler... I'll drink to that!" (Lyric by Stephen Sondheim)

I love good old Harry & have read all of Becket & several times, you know, but Mr P's rendition here takes a tone I think a bit over the top, too passionate, breathless; I see the passage he chose as very much more banal, weary, unfussed really (thus terrifying).

Very interesting; however, at 1:21 'lay down' should be 'lie down', well, unless this geezer means to put duck feathers on the floor 😊. Gotta love these Herberts, hehehe 😜

harold pinter can recite the entirety of the unnameable unblinkingly, yet the cast members of SNL cant do a single sketch without their eyes glued to the cue cards

Read/saw 'Waiting for Godot' before going to university, read 'Watt' as an undergraduate, and found them interesting. Doing my Master's happened upon 'The Unnamable' and it was life-changing. There followed a time when I was almost obsessed with Beckett's work, chiefly his prose, the Trilogy and later prose. Harold Pinter, however, is beyond me. Have watched a number of his plays and nothing. Nothing at all. It's a battle to watch the play to the end. Funny, since Pinter was such an admirer of Beckett.

لا حاجة الى القول ان كل هذا ،انما يحدث خلف الجفن المغلق ...بلا اي اثر للنعاس ....النعاس الظرفي والنعاس المزمن

Magnificent. Master Interpretation ✨✨✨ of a Masterpeace

Lay of the speed.

Pinter and Beckett are both absolutely central writers for me. Add in Eliot, Joyce, Pound, Ford, Wyndham Lewis and (more recently) Will Self and you have the guys I've loved most. Listening to this I seemed to feel a hand tightening around my throat: utter panic and grim desolation. An ordeal. In other words, Pinter was pitch-perfect. 👌

'Simply wonderful, what does it pay?'

I watch this probably every couple of months, and i think about it more regulaly than that. Forever, but particulaly in this age, i love it, because its true and that grounds me and i feel exactly the same when i read Beckett, and that is why i continue to read him. We create lies to live by..that makes no sense. Beckett makes sense and cuts completely through all the bullshit, it does not even consider it actually. How honest is that.

Fucking brilliant.

Good job finding this

It takes a writer, a master of language, to turn language into thought, image, memory and the living embodiments of our fears disappointments, rage and existential despair.

It shows what a great humble man Beckett was to even think of doing such a thing,the unselfishness of it.To go searching through the streets of Paris in search of a cure for Harold Pinters heartburn.Not many people would go to those extremes even for a friend.💚

Brilliant Beckett!Thank god for people who appreciated his genius.Well done Mr. Pintor!

And of course Pinter is a wonderful poet. I'm also very drunk.

"Conocí a Samuel Beckett en 1961 en París cuando se estaba produciendo mi obra, The Caretaker. Entró al hotel caminando muy rápido. Tenía un paso rápido y un apretón de manos rápido. Era extremadamente amable. Yo conocía a su trabajo durante muchos años, por supuesto, pero no me había llevado a creer que sería un conductor tan rápido. Condujo su pequeño Citroen de bar en bar durante toda la noche, muy rápidamente. Finalmente terminamos en un lugar en Les Halles comiendo sopa de cebolla alrededor de las 4 de la mañana y para entonces ya estaba abrumado (a través, creo, del alcohol, el tabaco y la excitación) con indigestión y acidez estomacal, así que apoyé la cabeza en la mesa. Miré hacia arriba, se había ido. No tenía idea de adónde se había ido y pensé: "Quizás todo esto haya sido un sueño". Creo que me fui a dormir en la mesa y unos cuarenta y cinco minutos después la mesa se sacudió y allí estaba él y tenía un paquete en la mano, una bolsa. Y dijo: 'He cruzado todo París para encontrar esto. Finalmente lo encontré. Y abrió la bolsa y me dio una lata de bicarbonato de sodio, que de hecho hizo maravillas ".

Well, that was 12 minutes in a crumbling mind in a state of incomprehensible dread.

Why are you serious Harold?

Neither Beckett or Pinter pulled their artistic punches. Totally amazing. Magical.. Human nature... Explored.

The Unnamable is fucking terrible........

The polo neck and suede jacket really puts you in Ireland of the 1900’s you English pretentious man

Μεταφράζουν από τα αγγλικά στα ελληνικά ένα σωρό ανοησίες και δε βρίσκεται κανείς να μεταφράσει στα ελληνικά αυτό το σπάνιο ντοκουμέντο όπου συνυπάρχουν δύο από τα σπουδαιότερα νόμπελ της λογοτεχνίας.

Beckett makes me feel ridiculous to be alive.

Seems pretty apt that RUclips was incapable of refraining from interspersing this 12’52 video with three (THREE!) ads when I watched it...

How can you interrupt this monlogue with a fucking netflix ad? Fucking unbelievable..the free internet of knowledge...if you pay for it.....oh the irony of air

I graduated with a theatre degree last year. It was a broad course that covered many areas of theatre, both practical and academic. Playwriting and acting are the two areas I want to explore. Most of the plays I've been working on lie in the absurd with a lot of influence from my countryman Beckett. I do want to start reading some of Pinter's work now too.

the topographical and anatomical information in particular is lost on me

This is merely my train of thought on any given night when I’m trying to get to sleep.

'What's that door doing here ?' Classic.

This must me the worst recitation of Beckett I have heard - notwithstanding the shaky, rushed voice.

When you mean it, when you are speaking your truth, the truth, you don't blink.

12:52 min and I've been told nothing about Samuel Beckett.

I want you pause for a moment and reflect on the condition of a society that puts a doritos commercial before a video about samuel beckett and harold pinter...

Undifferentiated to many a night I have had. Very warming to my viscera nonetheless to see HP talk about his apprenticeship . I'm a Dubliner at 62 revolutions around an insignificant star, and only casually -too infrequently-discovering SB, for decades.

my goodness! how talented can a man be!

Edgelords unite!

Incredible, amazing reading by Pinter, straight to the heart. Beckett's text expresses in a unique way all the devestating agony of human existnce. Just leaves you speechless!

all humans do this. becket just wrote it down.

who's Harold pinter for that matter, who's Samuel beckett

Pinter's anecdote is great. I love this broadcast.

Will we ever understand consciousness ???

I quite like the little story in the beginning, it's vividly consistent with what we know of Beckett in his older days, and adds yet another bit of detail in the imaginary layers of those fond of idealizing his ways with the world.

Whoooo eeeee! Brilliant!

It seems to me that this soliloquy is immune to an analysis as to whether the piece presents with structural, foreground and background (to borrow from musical analytic vocabulary) coherence. Too many moving parts, superimposed together - or overlapping in contrapuntal fashion. Or, perhaps, it is the mere brute force of continuous repetition of the same thing over and over and over, that is the coherence. I don't pretend to know...but poetry, it certainly is - at a minimum (whatever that is worth).....

Arty farty "creation" at its worse. They are strange weeds that have sprung up from the disturbed ground of fecundity...of relevance in 21st century....I think not.