{"id":88854,"date":"2015-08-14T16:17:17","date_gmt":"2015-08-14T20:17:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=88854"},"modified":"2015-08-14T16:17:17","modified_gmt":"2015-08-14T20:17:17","slug":"two-irreducible-singlenesses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2015\/08\/14\/two-irreducible-singlenesses\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Irreducible Singlenesses"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_56007\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/beckettmslarge.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-56007\" class=\"wp-image-56007 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/beckettmslarge.jpg\" alt=\"Smuel Beckett Murphy manuscript for sale\" width=\"600\" height=\"360\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/beckettmslarge.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/beckettmslarge-300x180.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-56007\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Beckett\u2019s doodles in the notebooks for <i>Murphy<\/i> (1938)<\/p><\/div>\n<p dir=\"ltr\"><em>A letter from Samuel Beckett to Cissie Sinclair, his aunt, dated August 14, 1937. At the time, Beckett was trying, fitfully and without much success, to become an art dealer; he\u2019d gone so far as to travel through Germany for six months for the express purpose of seeing as much art as he could. Though his efforts as a dealer foundered, he emerged with an affinity for C\u00e9zanne, Watteau, and especially Jack B. Yeats, whose painting \u201cMorning\u201d he bought when he could scarcely afford it. <\/em><em>The poem he includes here, \u201cWhiting,\u201d was<\/em><em> published soon afterward.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Southampton, En route to South Africa<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">14th [August 1937]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Gresham Hotel, Dublin<\/p>\n<p>dearest Cissie<\/p>\n<p>I was glad to get your letter this morning. I wanted you to think of me sometimes when you had a drink. How else would I render it likely? Have many.<\/p>\n<p>[\u2026] I had a letter from Tom by the same post as yours. He is writing about Jack Yeats, inspired apparently by some Constable exhibition &amp; a chance remark of mine about the Watteauishness of what he has been doing lately. Every Thursday there seems to be something to prevent me going in to see him. I suppose to suggest the inorganism of the organic\u2014all his people are mineral in the end, without possibility of being added or taken from, pure inorganic juxtapositions\u2014but Jack Yeats does not even need to do that. The way he puts down a man\u2019s head &amp; a woman\u2019s head side by side, or face to face, is terrifying, two irreducible singlenesses &amp; the impassable immensity between. I suppose that is what gives the stillness to his pictures, as though the convention were suddenly suspended, the convention &amp; performance of love &amp; hate, joy &amp; pain, giving &amp; being given, taking &amp; being taken. A kind of petrified insight into one\u2019s ultimate hard irreducible inorganic singleness. All handled with the dispassionate acceptance that is beyond tragedy. I always feel Watteau to be a tragic genius, i.e. there is pity in him for the world as he sees it. But I find no pity, i.e. no tragedy in Yeats. Not even sympathy. Simply perception &amp; dispassion. Even personally he is rather inhuman, or haven\u2019t you felt it? <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Perhaps the literary value of this letter &amp; so if the worst comes to the worst (don\u2019t misunderstand me) its marketable interest would be promoted by a few lines of verse. You may find them trivial &amp; unpleasant; there seemed no point to me in beautifying them, or making them less direct in the fashionable manner. They came just as they are here.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>WHITING<\/p>\n<p>Offer it up plank it down<br \/> Golgotha was only the potegg<br \/> cancer angina it is all one to us<br \/> cough up your T. B. don\u2019t be stingy<br \/> no trifle is too trifling not even a thrombus<br \/> anything venereal is especially welcome<br \/> that old toga virilis in the mothballs<br \/> don\u2019t be sentimental you won\u2019t be wanting it again<br \/> send it along we\u2019ll put it in the pot with the rest<br \/> with your love requited &amp; unrequited<br \/> the things taken too late the things taken too soon<br \/> the spirit aching bullock\u2019s scrotum<br \/> you won\u2019t cure it if you can\u2019t endure it<br \/> it is you it equals you any fool has to pity you<br \/> so parcel up the whole issue &amp; send it along<br \/> the whole misery diagnosed undiagnosed misdiagnosed<br \/> get your friends to do the same we\u2019ll make use of it<br \/> we\u2019ll make sense of it we\u2019ll put it in the pot with the rest<br \/> it all boils down to blood of lamb<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Love ever Write often<\/p>\n<p>dein Sam<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A letter from Samuel Beckett to Cissie Sinclair, his aunt, dated August 14, 1937. 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