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bail bail till better
founder
So runs an uncollected late poem included in the new Beckett Selected Poems 1930-1989. What the notes to this edition don’t tell you, however, is that the poem began as Beckett’s attempt to write an advertising slogan for a charity that helped the partially sighted:
Braille Braille till better
blinder
A second draft played on Beckett’s love of a certain Belgian singer-songwriter, who he felt deserved more airplay on French radio:
Brel Brel till better
blander
While another again recorded his impressions of the fish suppers he scoffed on a trip to Hull:
brill brill till better
flounder
‘till battered flounder’ even, perhaps. Any other suggestions? Go on, you know you want to.
5 comments:
bull bull till better
shit
On sprouts:
boil boil till bitter
blunder
broil broil till batter
crisper
blair blair till better
founder
A charity report:
bill bill till bitter
funder
and the wayward:
trill trill till eulen
spiegel
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