Waiting on a Country Road...

In Waiting for Godot, the two of import characters, Vladimir and tarragon, are clasping for somebody they call Godot. While they ask, their audience, including myself, clenchs with them on, A land passage. A corner. change surface (Act 1, p.1). We wait on a country road non trimmed with grass and paradoxical flowers but with dry cold dirt and gray rocks. We wait by a tree not intemperately with car park leaves but wholeness that is grievous naked. We wait in an flush signaled by a bloated lunar month with a sky not filled with stars but one that is dark and questionable. This landscape weighed heavy in my mind patch I watched and read the play. Having to wait for Godot, on this sparse and downcast road with Vladimir and tarragon preclude me man I tried and true to comprehend the starkness of the eagerness with the profoundness of the play. What was Samuel Beckett thinking regarding his foundation garwork forcet of this minimalistic setting?\nA country road. The starkness of the environment enhances the restore to the fact that we have short no idea where Vladimir and Estragon are-either in while or in placement. Not totally acceptt we receive where they are but we dont know if it is rightfully a tangible place, or place that is merely a figment of their imaginations, or even out of our own imaginations. This effect of not being able to place our finger on cartridge clip and place, toys with the audiences psyche, while adding to the weightiness of the consequences that delay has on us all. Like the connective shared between Vladimir and Estragon the road is affiliated to waiting and, waiting connected to the road. some(prenominal) seem to be connected to the human condition and how time disturbs the mind while we wait for it to slowly expire.\nAnother satisfying ingredient of these two men waiting on this ghastly questionable road unneurotic is where does this road actually go to? Yet again ambiguity seems to be the pl ace where this road leads to. The only clue that is minded(p) to the audience is that the road leads to a place wh...