Word: tramp
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Dates: during 1970-1970
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...eliminate the tramp who is dedicated to spying on us," it said. "Let us demolish the small fry." The paper was unsigned...
...more than two centuries, from that subversive puritan Ben Franklin to the wryly theological Charles Schulz, the nation's humorists have operated as a tolerated underground culture. They have conspired to create a fantasy world where good Americans could be as shiftless as Charlie Chaplin's tramp, as cynical as W.C. Fields never-giving-a-sucker-an-even-break, as lecherous as Groucho Marx prowling a bedroom. American humorists, in other words, have kept American puritans sane and alive...
Picture it. Small dark theater, empty of audience. On the tiny stage, a blue spot illuminates the tramp, his gray face upturned like a mole's in the glare, hair and high-top shoes mossy with age. The language is English, the rhythms Irish, the author unmistakable: "Dying is such a long tiresome business I always find." Down front, standing in the third row, the world-famous recluse is silhouetted against the light, angular with shy intellection, gray hair en brosse, the jug ears set low, long left arm and skinny hand reaching up, pointing out how it should...
...Irish Actor Jack MacGowran, in a two-hour, one-man performance called Beginning to End, assembled from Beckett's novels and cemented together with passages of his poetry, radio and stage plays. The two have extracted from Beckett's life work the single figure of the Beckett tramp, Fool without his Lear. Now the tramp was confronting his maker in rapt concentration. Intense and difficult listening: this Beckett, like a Bach sonata for unaccompanied violin, is a music compacted of roughnesses and silences, almost demanding of the audience too the explorations and repetitions of rehearsal in order...
...Last Tape and Waiting for Godot, but no seams show. There is an incident with a white horse, another with a girl, both long ago. There is an anecdote about two old men, deep trouble, silent snowy night, also long ago. The present, for Beckett's tramp, seems a stretch of shingle beach, or a corner in Caliban's cell. There is an outrageously shaggy story about the arrangement of 16 pebbles in four pockets, which grows with mad logic from the very gleam with which MacGowran first so casually confides the notion of his "sucking stones." MacGowran...