Stephen Brennan delivers Lucky’s speech in the film version of Waiting for Godot directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg.
Maurice Blanchot writes:Writing is the interminable, the incessant. The writer, it is said, gives up saying “I.” Kafka remarks, with surprise, with enchantment, that he has entered into literature as soon as he can substitute “He” for “I.” This is true, but the transformation is much more profound. The writer belongs to a language which no one speaks, which is addressed to no one, which has no center, and which reveals nothing. He may believe that he affirms himself in this language, but what he affirms is altogether deprived of self. To the extent that, being a writer, he does justice to what requires writing, he can never again express himself, any more than he can appeal to you, or even introduce another’s speech. Where he is only being speaks — which means that language doesn’t speak any more, but is. It devotes itself to the pure passivity of being.
Holderlin wrote similarly of the poet’s vocation. Very cool sentiment.