Oct
6
“I think continually of those last paintings, miracles of frenzied impotence, streaming with beauties and splendours, like a shipwreck of phosphorescences, decidedly one is a literary all one’s life, with great wide ways among which everything rushes away and comes back again, and the crushed calm of the true deep.”
Beckett on the paintings of Bram van Velde, letter to Georges Duthuit, September 1951.
