I don’t know why I don’t know
photographs by Charlee Brodsky and featuring Max Brodsky
not waste our time in idle discourse!
Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind
they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears!
But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is
whether we like it or not.
Was I sleeping while the others suffered?
Am I sleeping now?
Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do,
what â€Šshall I say of today?
But that is not the question. We have kept our appointment and that’s an end to that. We are not saints,
but we have kept our apponitment. How many people can boast as much?
W hy are we here, that is the question. And we are blessed, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing alone is clear.
Iâ€™d very much like to sit down, but I donâ€™t quite know how to go about doing it.
We always find something to give us the impression that we exist . . .
This is becoming really insignificant.
We wait. We are bored. No, don’t protest, we are bored to death, there’s no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let’s get to work! In an instant all will vanish and we’ll be alone once more in the midst of
I was respectable in those days. Now itâ€™s too late.
Nothing to be done. Itâ€™s too much for one dog [sic].
Such is life.
I don’t know why I don’t know.
The words in this book, with the exception of “dog [sic]”
Forget all that I said. I don’t remember exactly what it was,
I don’t know why I don’t know was made in August 2010
are from Samuel Beckett’s play Waiting for Godot, which
but you may be sure there wasn’t a word of truth in it.
when Max Brodsky, the dog, was 5 months old and still not
many consider to be one of the great plays of the twentieth
housebroken. Max Brodsky enjoyed the experience of acting
century. The play was published in 1952 and premiered in
There’s man all over for you, blaming his boots for the faults
in Beckett’s play, but his inner spirit is more of the laughing
1953. Samuel Beckett won the Nobel Prize for Literature
of his feet.
Buddhist than of the groping existentialist. Charlee Brodsky
in 1969. There were many passages to choose from in the making of this book. The following were considered:
directed Max in the making of this book. She straddles I’ll never forget this carrot.
between the laughing Buddhist and the groping existentialist depending upon the temperature and humidity in the air.
We are all born mad, some remain so.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The
When Ms. Brodsky showed her husband an early draft of the
I don’t remember having met anyone yesterday.
same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our
book, he mentioned that in his twenties, he had read all of
But tomorrow I won’t remember having met anyone today.
generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors.
Beckett’s work. Not surprisingly, many of us who grew up in a
So don’t count on me to enlighten you.
Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all.
Western post-World War II world, were greatly influenced by
It is true that the population has increased.
the existentialist writers and thinkers.
...yesterday evening we spent blathering about nothing in
The typeface in I don’t know why I don’t know is Univers.
particular. That’s been going on now for half a century.
The book is printed on Inkpress Rag Warm Tone 200 paper.
That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly. What do we do now? We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
I don’t seem able... to depart.
I was dreaming I was happy. That passed the time.
You’re going the wrong way.