“Existentialism; that word puts us to sleep,” master clown Bill Irwin was saying on my computer screen, “even though true questions of existence…keep us awake at night.”
The word “Existentialism” did not put me to sleep; I was riveted whenever in this 75-minute solo piece, Irwin offered his own words – his insights, his explanations — about the work of Samuel Beckett, whom he called “the famous Irish writer of famously difficult writing.” ….
But, when he wasn’t lecturing, Irwin was performing some of that difficult writing. And, once, it did put me to sleep…an embarrassing confession.
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