Welcome to the sandbox. This site is part of a collaborative adaptation of Samuel Beckett's The Unnamable. I guess the only constraint on posts is that the titles have to refer back to the Beckett text. You can find our working copy of the text on the site Exteriority. You can send email submissions to
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7 comments:
Hi Fern,
So good to see your words on the page again...
I like what you've done with this poem...
It's evocative...
I wonder, too, what you're thinking about the narrator...
I try not to think about the narrator...but alas.
"her disobedience meek and craving"
this line is stunning... it tells a LOT...
loved it so much...
The image of the foot pressing against her neck is what really got me...
Fern... just gorgeous.... it all fits and feels as effortless as it isn't
and I wonder...
did you go to catholic school??
Harlequin
oh dear. thank you.
its just me mumbling
I did once work in a nursing home for nuns, but no, no catholic school, and I got kicked out of Hebrew school before I was even 13!
wait..why do you ask?...I missed a clever joke there or something, didn't I?
no don't tell me, it'll ruin it.
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