Let's first bury the dog. Molloy p.33
I loved my dog Sam
banned from the parks
who deigned only to eat
off porcelain plates
that is to say
whenever we dined
in the world's best hotels
which Sam would sniff out
with his sensitive nose.
He'd lick his plates clean
and leave nothing behind
except for the bills. Today
Sam fell ill
in the five star Hotel
a zander
(perch-pike)
and a large beef tartar
served-up with quails eggs
and a mellow veal slice . . .
as I read Beckett's Krapp
and nibbled my snack
Sam paid a high price.
No more
shall we play
Delightful piece. And, of course, you don't need to be a Beckett aficionado to appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jim. I think the picture demonstrates Beckett's reaction to the Nobel Prize for Literature.
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