The Sound of speaking Samuel Beckett – Happy Birthday

Rule Number One
Take note one from pocket one and suck it!

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Beckett and love

Beckett never reduces love to the amalgam of sentimentality and sexuality endorsed by common opinion. Love as a matter of truth (and not of opinion) depends upon a pure event:  an encounter whose strength radically exceeds both sentimentality and sexuality.

The encounter is the founding of The two as such. In the figure of love  – such as it originates in the encounter – the Two arises.  This includes the Two of the sexes or of the sexualized figures.  In no way does love turn a pre-existing Two into a One; this is the romantic version of love that Beckett never ceases to deride.  Love is never either fusion or effusion.  Rather, it is the often painstaking condition required for the Two to exist as Two.  An example is provided in Malone Dies by the fictitious encounter that Malone engineers between Macmann and his guardian, Moll. The love that is admirably recounted here, like the love of the aging or the dying, takes on an extraordinary lyrical intensity.  Malone comments on the truth-effects of this love as follows:

But on the long road to this what flutterings, alarms and bashful fumblings, of which only this, that they gave Macmann some insight into the meaning of the expression, Two is company.

The Two which is inaugurated by the encounter and whose truth results from love, does not remain closed in upon itself.  Rather, it is a passage, or authorises the pass, from the one of solipsism to the infinity of beings and of experience.  The Two of love is a hazardous and chance-laden meditation for alterity in general. It elicits a rupture or a severance of the cogito’s One; by virtue of this very fact, however, it can hardly stand on its own, opening instead onto the limitless multiple of Being. (Badiou on Beckett)