The world lost a Nobel Laureate.
I lost the only playwright I have read since I was forced to read Shakespeare in school and the only one I bothered to seek out and read when I became addicted to just one play.
Requiescat In Pace Harold Pinter.
He brought home the fact that successful and captivating scriptwriting need not be all about complicated language but what was raw and real.
And I have in my own unoriginal simplistic way tried to capture that spirit in the scripts that I have written for work.
I cannot help but feel that the lost that the world feels, is somehow connected to how his voice in his plays, his prose, his poetry spoke to everyman.
Now I cannot help but wish that I might have perhaps met the man or fulfilled some part of the dream that I had because of his influence.
“There are no hard distinctions between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. A thing is not necessarily either true or false; it can be both true and false.”
Great words from the great man who spawned the adjective ‘Pinteresque‘.
And somehow my tribute to him this whole time was written with British band New Order’s ‘Bizarre Love Triangle’ playing in the background.
