Samuel Beckett, a man of remarkable creative and moral courage whom I had the honor to work with, won the 1969 Nobel Prize for Literature largely for his absurdist plays. Waiting for Godot was the best known of those, but the best regarded, most poetic and lyrical, was Endgame.
There appears, by some indications of current events, another Endgame afoot, this one in shadow production on the global black-stage. It’s not yet playing to full houses but seems to have entered final dress rehearsals. It is an aim of this site to help expose this darkest of dramas to the brighter light of increased public scrutiny, as broader awareness of it can sway its outcome. The consequences of its full implementation are nothing less than the future of mankind.
It’s time to wake up, people; to educate yourselves well away from mainstream media! It’s time too to hug your children.
All my life I have been drawn to theater; the Big Show. Nothing thrilled me more than being backstage behind the scenes, with the stars and people who really knew what was going on at the top. I have a gift for finding it. That was how I came to be linked with my god then, Samuel Beckett. At an age when most teenage boys idolized sports figures, my hero was a soft-spoken Irish recluse living in Paris averse to the press and interviews. But my real childhood hero was elsewhere, and Mr. Beckett proved the most Christ-like man I’ve ever met. I have been privileged to meet many great men, and he alone not only met but exceeded my expectations. A recent incident illustrates something; I’m not certain what that is except apt.
Some months after returning home from a 3-month grand tour of North Africa and Europe that included a week in Berlin working with him at the renowned Schiller Theatre, I sent Beckett a short poem I had written hinting I’d welcome his advice or nod of approval. The verse was artless but I had poured out my heart in its rendering. (I was a child of delicate sensibilities, a keen sense of spiritual direction, and little confidence.)
Weeks later in the mail I received what would be my prized possession for decades: a note from Beckett on a 3×5 card. It contained a terse, chicken-scratched message displaying his famous frugality of language:
“Dear Mr McCarthy,
Your poem does not speak to me. Do not let this discourage you. I am not a critic or a judge.
Bon courage, Sam Beckett”
I was not familiar with the phrase “bon courage” but remembered it. It seemed nothing unusual though I did not notice it again. Until this year. Reacquainting myself with much of the Bible, I found the following quote from Jesus in the Book of Daniel 10:19: “…Be strong and of good courage.” I learned in further research that Jesus used the same exhortation on several Biblical occasions.
I have no knowledge that he was a Bible reader or student let alone a Christian, but I instinctively feel from his writings and actions that he was deeply spiritual, and there is a connection; Beckett was not a man to waste words, and chose those he did use with great care.
May peace – and good courage — be with you all.