miércoles, 23 de mayo de 2012

RELECTURAS V

                                                           It means what it says...




Ohio Impromptu
by Samuel Beckett


World Premiere on 9 May 1981,
Drake Union, Stadium 2 Theater, Ohio.


(L) Listener and (R) Reader
As alike in appearance as possible.
Light on table midstage. Rest of stage in darkness.
Plain with deal table, say 8’x4’.
Two plain armless white deal chairs.
L seated at table facing front towards end of long side
audience right. Bowed head propped on right hand. Face
hidden. Left hand on table. Long black coat. Long white
hair.
R seated at table in profile centre of short side audience
right. Bowed head propped on right hand. Left hand on
table. Book on table before him open at last pages. Long
black coat. Long white hair.
Black wide-brimmed hat at centre of table.
Fade up.
Ten seconds.
R turns page.
Pause.
R reading:
Little is left to tell. In a last –
L knocks with left hand on table.
Little is left to tell.
Pause. Knock.
In a last attempt to obtain relief he moved from where they
had been so long together to a single room on a far bank.
From its single window he could see the down-stream
extremity of the Isle of Swans.
Pause.
Relief he had hoped would flow from unfamiliarity.
Unfamiliar room. Unfamiliar scene. Out to where nothing
ever shared. Back to where nothing ever shared. From this
he had once half hoped some measure of relief might flow.
Pause.
Day after day he could be seen slowly packing the islet.
Hour after hour. In his long black coat no matter what the
weather and old world Latin Quarter hat. At the tip he
would always pause to dwell on the receding stream. How
in joyous eddies its two arms conflowed and flowed united
on. Then turn and his slow steps retrace.
Pause.
In his dreams –
Knock.
Then turn and his slow steps retrace.
Pause. Knock.
In his dreams he had been warned against this change.
Seen the dear face and heard the unspoken words, Stay
where we were so long alone together, my shade will
comfort you.
Pause.
Could he not –
Knock.
Seen the dear face and heard the unspoken words, Stay
where we were so long alone together, my shade will
comfort you.
Pause. Knock.
Could he not now turn back? Acknowledge his error and
return to where they were once so long alone together.
Alone together so much shared. No. What he had done
alone could not be undone. Nothing he had ever done alone
could ever be undone. By him alone.
Pause.
In this extremity his old terror of night laid hold on him
again. After so long a lapse that as if never been. Pause.
Looks closer. Yes, after so long a lapse that as if never
been. Now with redoubled force the fearful symptoms
described at length page forty paragraph four. Starts to
turn back the pages. Checked by L’s left hand. Resumes
relinquished page. White nights now again his portion.
As when his heart was young. No sleep no braving sleep
till – turns page – dawn of day.
Pause.
Little is left to tell. One night –
Knock.
Little is left to tell.
Pause. Knock.
One night as he sat trembling head in hands from head to
foot a man appeared to him and said, I have been sent
by – and here he named the dear name – to comfort you.
Then drawing a worn volume from the pocket of his long
black coat he sat and read till dawn. Then diasappeared
without a word.
Pause.
Some time later he appeared again at the same hour
with the same volume and this time without preamble sat
and read it through again the long night through. Then
disappeared without a word.
Pause.
So from time to time unheralded he would appear to read
the sad tale through again and the long night away. Then
disappear without a word.
Pause.
With never a word exchanged they grew to be as one.
Pause.
Till the night came at last when having closed the book
and dawn at hand he did not disappear but sat on without
a word.
Pause.
Finally he said, I have had word from – and here he named
the dear name – that I shall not come again. I saw the
dear face and heard the unspoken words, No need to go to
him again, even were it in your power.
Pause.
So the sad –
Knock.
Saw the dear face and heard the unspoken words, No
need to go to him again, even were it in you power.
Pause. Knock.
So the sad tale a last time told they sat on as though
turned to stone. Through the single window dawn shed no
light. From the street no sound of reawakeing. Or was it
that buried in who knows what thoughts they paid no heed?
To light of day. To sound of reawakeing. What thoughts
who knows. Thoughts, no, not thoughts. Profounds of mind.
Of mindlessness. Whither no light can reach. No sound.
So sat on as though turned no stone. The sad tale a last
time told.
Pause.
Nothing is left to tell.
Pause. R makes to close book.
Knock. Book half-closed.
Nothing is left to tell.
Pause. R closes book.
Knock.
Silence. Five seconds.
Simultaneously they lower their right hands to table,
raise their heads and look at each other. Unblinking.
Expressionless.
Ten seconds.
Fade out.