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		<title>Equinox in Hamlet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2004 14:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some say that ever &#8216;gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour&#8217;s birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow&#8217;d and so gracious is the [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some say that ever &#8216;gainst that season comes<br />
Wherein our <span id="more-103"></span> Saviour&#8217;s birth is celebrated,<br />
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:<br />
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;<br />
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,<br />
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,<br />
So hallow&#8217;d and so gracious is the time.<br />
(Hamlet, 1.1.173-179)</p>
<p>Compare Beckett on the <a title="The space of the door 4 (equinox)" href="/mce/?p=23">equinox</a> and on the <a title="The space of the door 3" href="/mce/?p=17">second dark</a>.</p>
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		<title>Not the intense moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2003 02:21:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. 4 Quartets (East Coker)]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not the intense moment<br />
Isolated, with no before and after, <span id="more-64"></span><br />
But a lifetime burning in every moment<br />
And not the lifetime of one man only<br />
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.</p>
<p><em>4 Quartets</em> (East Coker)</p>
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		<title>The space of the door 5 (over there)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2003 14:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beckett&#8217;s last poem (first published in 1990), What is the Word , situates the space of the door, the equinox, &#8216;over there&#8217;: folly - folly for to - for to - what is the word - folly from this - all this - folly from all this - given - folly given all this - [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beckett&#8217;s last poem (first published in 1990), <em>What is the <span id="more-25"></span> Word </em>, situates the space of the door, the equinox, &#8216;over there&#8217;:</p>
<p>folly -<br />
folly for to -<br />
for to -<br />
what is the word -<br />
folly from this -<br />
all this -<br />
folly from all this -<br />
given -<br />
folly given all this -<br />
seeing -<br />
folly seeing all this -<br />
this -<br />
what is the word -<br />
this this -<br />
this this here -<br />
all this this here -<br />
folly given all this -<br />
seeing -<br />
folly seeing all this this here -<br />
for to -<br />
what is the word -<br />
see -<br />
glimpse -<br />
seem to glimpse -<br />
need to seem to glimpse -<br />
folly for to need to seem to glimpse -<br />
what -<br />
what is the word -<br />
and where -<br />
folly for to need to seem to glimpse what where -<br />
where -<br />
what is the word -<br />
there -<br />
over there -<br />
away over there -<br />
afar -<br />
afar away over there -<br />
afaint -<br />
afaint afar away over there what -<br />
what -<br />
what is the word -<br />
seeing all this -<br />
all this this -<br />
all this this here -<br />
folly for to see what -<br />
glimpse -<br />
seem to glimpse -<br />
need to seem to glimpse -<br />
afaint afar away over there what -<br />
folly for to need to seem to glimpse afaint afar away over there what -<br />
what -<br />
what is the word -</p>
<p>what is the word</p>
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		<title>The space of the door 4 (equinox)</title>
		<link>https://www.makrolog.de/mce/?p=23</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2003 14:13:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The &#8216;equinox&#8217; which figures in Krapp&#8217;s Last Tape is also mentioned in one of Beckettt&#8217;s Residua texts, &#8220;Enough&#8221;: Night. As long as day in this endless equinox. It falls and we go on. Before the dawn we are gone. Where the &#8216;equinox&#8217; is &#8220;endless&#8221;, different conditions prevail, of course: it is &#8220;eternally mild. As if [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The &#8216;equinox&#8217; which figures in <em>Krapp&#8217;s Last Tape </em>is also <span id="more-23"></span> mentioned in one of Beckettt&#8217;s <em>Residua </em>texts, &#8220;Enough&#8221;:</p>
<blockquote><p>Night. As long as day in this endless equinox. It falls and we go on. Before the dawn we are gone.</p></blockquote>
<p>Where the &#8216;equinox&#8217; is &#8220;endless&#8221;, different conditions prevail, of course: it is &#8220;eternally mild. As if the earth had come to rest in spring&#8230;.the windlessness&#8221;.</p>
<p>Here, where we are, the &#8216;equinox&#8217; is seldom and is accompanied by the wind, or ushered in by the wind, in a sort of incursion of the spirit. There, the &#8216;equinox&#8217; is &#8220;endless&#8221; and the wind is still, perhaps since spirit already prevails. In any case, humans cannot tarry with the equinox even where it is &#8220;endless&#8221;: &#8220;we go on. Before the dawn we are gone.&#8221; (RLD)</p>
<p>Compare Shakespeare in <a title="Equinox in Hamlet" href="/mce/?p=103">Hamlet</a>.</p>
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		<title>The space of the door 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2003 14:11:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Krapp&#8217;s Last Tape, Samuel Beckett&#8217;s short play from 1958, introduces what he calls the &#8216;equinox&#8217; in typical Beckett fashion: &#8220;Slight improvement in bowel condition&#8230;Hm&#8230;Memorable&#8230;what? (He peers closer.) Equinox, memorable equinox. (He raises his head, stares blankly front. Puzzled.) Memorial equinox?&#8221; (lines 53ff). He returns to the matter a little later, after a diversion, as follows: [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Krapp&#8217;s Last Tape</em>, Samuel Beckett&#8217;s short play from 1958, introduces <span id="more-17"></span> what he calls the &#8216;equinox&#8217; in typical Beckett fashion: &#8220;Slight improvement in bowel condition&#8230;Hm&#8230;Memorable&#8230;what? (<em>He peers closer</em>.) Equinox, memorable equinox. (<em>He raises his head, stares blankly front. Puzzled</em>.) Memorial equinox?&#8221; (lines 53ff).</p>
<p>He returns to the matter a little later, after a diversion, as follows: &#8220;(<em>Pause</em>.) Spiritually, a year of profound gloom and indigence until that memorable night in March, at the end of the jetty, in the howling wind, never to be forgotten, when suddenly I saw the whole thing. (<em>Impatient reaction from </em>KRAPP.) The vision at last. This I fancy is what I have chiefly to (<em>Violent reaction from </em>KRAPP.) record this evening, against the day when my work will be done and perhaps no place left in memory, warm or cold, for the miracle that&#8230;(<em>hesitates</em>). (KRAPP <em>thumps on table</em>.)&#8230;for the fire that set it alight. What I suddenly saw was this, that the belief I had been going on all my life, namely &#8211; (KRAPP <em>switches off impatiently, winds tape forward (mechanical with gabble, 2 seconds) switches on again</em>.) &#8211; great granite rocks the foam flying up in the light of the lighthouse and the wind-gauge spinning like a propeller, clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most &#8211; (KRAPP <em>curses, switches off, winds tape forward</em>, [<em>mechanical with gabble, 3 seconds</em>], <em>switches on again</em>.) &#8211; unshatterable association until my dissolution of storm and night with the light of the understanding and the fire &#8211; (KRAPP <em>curses louder, switches off, winds tape forward </em>[<em>mechanical with gabble, 4 seconds</em>], <em>switches on again</em>, [<em>lowers head</em>].) &#8211; my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side. (<em>Pause</em>. [<em>Raises head, stares front.</em>]) Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited. (<em>Pause</em>.) Here I end&#8230;&#8221; (lines 167ff).</p>
<p>The &#8216;<a title="equinox" href="/mce/?cat=13">equinox</a>&#8216; of what Beckett calls (not without horror at the presumptive language) &#8220;the whole thing&#8221;, &#8220;reality&#8221; and &#8220;all&#8221;, occurs in an uninhabited and uninhabitable space where the light and the dark, warm and cold, fire and night, and &#8220;up and down&#8221; occur together in &#8220;unshatterable association&#8221; &#8211; &#8220;<a title="The space of the door 2" href="/mce/?p=21">by way of neither</a>&#8220;. The &#8216;equinox&#8217; is a bond and way between these which is neither the one, nor the other, but something else which is unspeakable and dark beyond night: &#8220;<em>Past midnight</em>&#8220;.</p>
<p>What has happened to Krapp (&#8220;Slight improvement in bowel condition&#8221;), in a &#8220;vision&#8221; or &#8220;miracle&#8221;, is that he has experienced a shift in his foundations which can never be brought about by will: &#8220;We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us&#8221;. Previously bound to (ie, in a world structured by) the antagonistic opposition of the light and the dark, he &#8220;suddenly&#8221; sees that there is <strong>another dark</strong>, one far deeper and more silent than the &#8220;gloom and indigence&#8221; he had previously taken for the dark: &#8220;the belief I had been going on all my life&#8221;. This new dark, this <strong>second dark</strong>, is a dark that <strong>both separates and binds</strong>: &#8220;clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>In terms of the gigantomachia, Beckett has left off allegiance to the gods or titans (the light OR the dark) and found the child &#8216;holding to both&#8217; (the light AND the dark, where the AND is a different and yet more silent dark). To do so, he has somehow taken the pathless path from one shape of being to another, and in this other shape he has first come to see the very way, the space of the door, which got him there in the first place.</p>
<p>Also see <a title="Early version of Krapp’s tape" href="/mce/?p=12">Early version of Krapp&#8217;s tape</a></p>
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