Chanting "Orsi, Orsi, Orsi!"

Jon Orsi has yet another inspiring blog which brings upon an apocalypse for me. He says;

I've told people about this and they've read some and i feel they get the impression I am a really dark person, which is funny to me because quite the opposite, and i think that may be why I enjoy this so much because these things are void from my life, and though it is a novel of emptying out, it is an essential and equally important part of the movments to become full once again.

This got me thinking.

My life, has only in the last few years become void of the wretched unfairnesses that haunt Beckett's works. I had a relatively rough start in life and, honestly, reveled in it like a kid in the mud. It was hard, but I was born reflective and could see that I was made out of tougher stuff than the people around me, including most adults. I could see that the things I'd gone through added depth and strength to my character through the praises I got for "being so brave" and persevering. I likened myself to a mangy stray dog, tough as nails and willing to get a little dirty to get things done. My mettle has been tested and I came through my twisted youth as a blade of damascus. Well, I also find the humor in Beckett. I don't know if it's so much that not having Beckettesque things happen to you that gives you the ability to laugh so much as knowing the perspective it takes to laugh. Like the insane giggles of a person being tortured. It is funny. Have you ever shinned yourself on a coffee table and rolled around on the floor giggling "ow, ow, ow!" at the absurdity of it? There's Beckett in that. As for the emptying out and filling up? Yes! There is an ebb and flow of pain, pleasure, and the grace to deal throughout life. It's a pattern unique to each individual but it is there. Beckett's work is a brilliant outlet for catharsis for those who have been wounded as well as those who haven't. It would work like sending a dollar to a Haitian. Do they really care? Probably not. I'd probably think; "fuck your dollar, send me something useful, like a bag of simcon or a skid steer." But does it make you feel better? If so then reading Beckett will be cathartic in a similar way.

Alright, my train of thought just got derailed... See you all in a few hours!