A spot named "Godot".(hmmm...a stretch? oh I guess)
Alas, I do have the dream.
ESTRAGON:
I hear nothing.
VLADIMIR:
Hsst! (They listen. Estragon loses his balance, almost falls. He clutches the arm of Vladimir, who totters. They listen, huddled together.) Nor I.
Sighs of relief. They relax and separate.
ESTRAGON:
You gave me a fright.
VLADIMIR:
I thought it was he.
ESTRAGON:
Who?
VLADIMIR:
Godot.
ESTRAGON:
Pah! The wind in the reeds.
VLADIMIR:
I could have sworn I heard shouts.
Random exerpt from Act 1 of "Waiting For Godot"
Note; I may be reaching but this certain spot, to me, has similar out of reach answers in the search for understanding.
God spot? I think not.
Oh well.... I try.
and sometimes...fail.
I think we need a surfer/play right or filmmaker to go for this. I nominate Steve Hanft.
Edit;Am I crazy? Let me know?
I'iz think'un, something like this;
To use some of the Beckett play as a metaphor for a certain fickle surf break.(having the characters be older local surfers, not 'dudes', but crusty in a different way.
Being what, In in part, I gather from the play is the waiting for a sign, the Questioning of an existence and the fear of a lack of faith in the 'God spot'.
Definitely a short.
Am I lost in a haze?
Let me know.
