Euge O'Neill 1888-1953 te ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
te ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
te ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
te ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
a s te Sq u ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
te ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat: does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te joy witin someting greater tan my own life or pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout and rytm became moligt and te sip I dissolved in te sea: Became wite Actually lost my life: set free: it and for a momt I lost my Self: beauty and singing rytm of me: I became drunk wit te ligt towering ig above every sail wite in te mo me: Te mts wit wit te water foam sprit facing tern I lay te bow Te old ooke n te trades: ull mo i for Buo squ u ead s te Sq a
te ead squ for Buo ull mo i n te trades: Te old ooke I lay te bow sprit facing tern wit te water foam me: Te mts wit every sail wite in te mo ligt towering ig above me: I became drunk wit te beauty and singing rytm of it and for a momt I lost my Self: Actually lost my life: set free: I dissolved in te sea: Became wite and rytm became moligt and te sip and te ig dim star sky: I belged witout pt and future witin peace and unity and a wild joy witin someting greater tan my own life or te life of Man to Life itself: T anoter time te American Line w lookout te crow s nest in te dawn watc: A calm sea tat time: Only a lazy ground swell and a slow drowsy roll of te sip: Te psgers leep and ne of te crew in sigt: No sound of man:black smoke pouring from te funnels beind and beat me: Dreaming: Not keeping lookout: Feeling ale and above and apart watcing te dawn creep like a painted dream over te sky and sea wic slept togeter: T te momt of ecstatic freedom came: Te peace: Te d of te quest: Te lt arbor: Te joy of belging to a ful fillmt beyd m s lousy: Pitiful: Greedy fears and opes and dreams: And several oter times in my life w swimming far out or lying ale a beac I ave ad te same experice: Became te sun: Te ot sand: Gre sea weed ancored to a rock swaying in te tide: Like a saint s visi of beatitude: Te veil of tings tey seem drawn back by an unse and: For a secd you see: And like seeing te secret: Are te secret: For a secd tere is me aning: T te and lets te veil fall and you ale lost in te fog again: And you stumble toward no were for no good re: It w a great mistake my being born a man: ould ave be muc more successful a sea gull or a fis: As it is ill always be a stranger wo never feels at ome: o does not really want and is not really wanted: o can never belg: o must always be a little in love wit deat:
Euge O'Neill 1888-1953 NOTES: BOUND EAST FOR CARDIFF: 1916 IN THE ZONE: 1917 THE LONG VOYAGE HOME: 1917 MOON OF THE CARIBBEES: 1918 BEYOND THE HORIZON: 1920 THE EMPEROR JONES: 1920 THE HAIRY APE: 1922 ANNA CHRISTIE: 1922 ALL GOD S CHILLUN GOT INGS: 1924 MARCO MILLIONS: 1925 DESIRE UNDER THE ELMS: 1925 LAZARUS LAUGHED: 1926 THE GREAT GOD BRON: 1926 STRANGE INTERLUDE: 1928 DYNAMO: 1929 MOURNING BECOMES ELECTRA: 1931 AH, ILDERNESS: 1933 THE ICEMAN COMETH: 1939 LONG DAY S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT: 1941 A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN: 1943 A TOUCH OF THE POET: 1942 ttp://.wikipedia.org/wiki/euge_o'neill Tis is te truly brilliant eriocally ard working man of te teatre wit world wide real time imaginati wo sowed me tat not just an Ibs or Bucner or Saw but an American boy wit guts could also struggle to become a real artist: I read and saw almost all is plays before 15: As I began to run into actors and teatres c. 1950 I realized ow esstially mean ceap and stupid tey ad become and tat our deep dark sparkling teatre after a terrific fl of brilliant blinding uman intelligce w now dumb down dead: Te trained seals of te American teater now applaud sit a single loud and ugly regularly: I overeard some writers saying its all become a collective team player business so if you want to create your own art go off by your Self and write poetry: I did: Good riddance to patetically warped low no insigt no ligtsigt narrowbrained rubbis: