Jack Emery reads an excerpt from Samuel Beckett’s The Unnamable.
Theodor Adorno writes:
Aesthetic transcendence and disenchantment converge in the moment of falling mute: in Beckett’s oeuvre. A language remote from all meaning is not a speaking language and this is its affinity to muteness. Perhaps all expression, which is most akin to transcendence, is as close to falling mute as in great new music nothing is so full of expression as what flickers out — that tone that disengages itself starkly from the dense musical texture — where art by virtue of its own movement converges with its natural element.