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Astăzi vă propunem: un interviu acordat de actorul Bod Odenkirk publicației The New York Times și Carina Round – „Elegy” (de pe albumul The Disconnection, 2004).
Bob Odenkirk: „I don’t think any Kubrick movie or Freudian analysis or…”
The New York Times: „Shakespeare?”
Bob Odenkirk: „Or Shakespeare, says as much about how humans operate and what is the ultimate problem with us as a species than sketch comedy. I wish it was not true. I wish that we were worthy of being taken apart and observed in subtle and complex ways. But I don’t think so. I think that ultimately there is nothing more profound about people than you can say in a sketch. They’re [expletive] idiots! People are sadly limited, so limited that you can define them and you can share everything that’s important about them in four minutes.”
The New York Times: „Maybe this is related: Near the end of your memoir, you write that show business is not curing cancer and that it’s a distraction, «which is inarguably key to life on earth because life on earth is so bleak and painful and the only and best response to that is to LOOK AWAY!»”
Bob Odenkirk: „Yeah. [Long pause] You want me to repudiate that statement?”
The New York Times: „I wondered if you were being sarcastic when you wrote that. It struck me as…”
Bob Odenkirk: „Bleak?”
The New York Times: „Pretty bleak.”
Bob Odenkirk: „Too sad? I don’t know what to say, man. I pretty much do think that’s true.”[1]
„Something ripped me open
From my little death woken
Fading rhythm of lifeline
Is music for a dead child
I’m skirting the rim, skirting the rim
…of reality.
[…]
Somehow everything is broken
Hours past and never replayed
I see the sickness of a love that,
Though it breathes, can never be made.
There are cracks where the white light burns through
It seems I see everything but the truth.
[…]
Somehow everything is clearer now
Hours pass with never a relief
I see the sadness of a moment
Though it lived was never seen.”[2]
[1] David Marchese, „Bob Odenkirk Would Like to Remind You That Life Is a Meaningless Farce”, The New York Times, 25.04.2026, https://www.nytimes.com/2026/04/25/magazine/bob-odenkirk-interview.html, accesat în data de 29.04.2026.
[2] Carina Round, „Elegy”, SongMeanings, https://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858528697/, accesat în data de 29.04.2026.
