Simple

Kelli and I went to see Fragments at ArtsEmerson last night. It's 4 short pieces by Samuel Beckett, directed by Peter Brook (and Marie-Hélène Estienne). Now it's hard to go wrong with Beckett for me. I love how he brings together the profound and the incredibly mundane, the deepest despair with the simplest joy. I think he just zeroes in on the most elemental relationship between human beings and the universe. And he is so damn THEATRICAL. His plays are witty, moving, very funny, absurd and tragic all at the same time. I don't know how he does it. But he sends me.

And I can't imagine anybody better than late-career Peter Brook to direct his work. Brook and his company have made a lifelong mission of finding the most essential, deeply simple work, and it really shows in this small company. Two older gentlemen, and a young woman - who performed with such humanity and deep, profound simplicity. Nothing showy or indulgent anywhere; just being in the space with the words and characters. Three people relating with each other, with themselves, and with the world in the most natural way. It was just the thing for me.