Reflection of Action

One of the men Pozzo has acquainted himself with asks for the chicken bones that my master has picked clean. I am puzzled by this request, and look to Pozzo for his command. He nods, and I give the man names Estragon the chicken bones. Pozzo snickers and tells the men that "Lucky would be better off killed than abandoned". This causes a stir in my emotions. How could Pozzo say that after sixty years? Tears well up in my eyes, and as one spills down the side of my face, Estragon approaches me to come and try to wipe it away. I am afraid and I lash out, kicking his legs. Pozzo does not give me room to escape. I must stay and receive my punishment.

Reflection of Action

Pozzo has stopped to talk to two strange men sitting by a tree in his field. I feel the weight of the luggage make my bones twinge with pain. The men introduce themselves as Vladimir and Estragon, and they are waiting for a man named Godot. I have never heard of this name before. Why would they be waiting for Godot here? I feel like these men are confused. In fact, they are the only ones I have ever seen roaming on my master's land. Pozzo argue with them, but then turns to me and demands his lunch. Chicken, as always. Exhaustion overcomes me and my eyes drift closed. I am at peace for a moment but am jerked away by the crack of Pozzo's whip. My only wish is to sleep. Sleep, I beg for in my mind. My mouth does not open, and I remain silent. The picnic basket has been empty and Pozzo eats with brows furrowed. I have failed to meet his expectations once again.

Current Events

Pozzo tells me that money is hard to come these days, and many men and women do not have a purpose in life. He tells me that I am lucky to be his Lucky. While I am not free to think or speak of my own accord, I have never gone without food or without a purpose. I suppose I should be grateful that I am employed to my master, because he reminds me constantly that he would kill me before he would abandon me. It would be a kind death. What would I do if I was not tied to Pozzo?  Employment is scarce, and I have no viable skills. Nor do I have any money or connections, which Pozzo claims is essential to survival.

The economy of the surrounding area is drowning in debt. I would rather die than have debt. One thing about being a slave is that I have no debt to pay, just a job to do. Pozzo needs me, and I need him. I will settle for being content with my place in life, for the time being.

Review

Pozzo took me to a new restaurant last night, the Snuggly Duckling. After we left the men at the tree who were waiting for a man names "Godot", Pozzo needed to eat. Those men were very strange. Pozzo seemed to think the same. I carry his purse and luggage because it was an overnight journey. He sat at a lavish table and I stood beside him. Slaves do not sit unless they are told. Pozzo orders the house special, and has to wait a very long time before he can eat. Once the food arrived, it was cold because the waiter forgot about it. Pozzo was not very happy. The chicken he ordered was also disgusting. I nodded and retrieved the waiter in question. Pozzo proceeded to chide the young man. I realized he was a slave as well. Suddenly, Pozzo explodes from his seat and leads me out. He vowed to never return to the Snuggly Duckling again, and would condemn the name for forever.

Playlist

Here are a few of my favorite songs:

With Or Without You- U2
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/u/u2/with+or+without+you_20141437.html
This song describes the relationship between myself and my master, Pozzo. I have spent 60 years with him, serving him, living to obey his commands. Many times he has told me that I could not live without him, but I know that he would not live without me. "He's got me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose" is my favorite line. I have no life outside of Pozzo. There is nothing I could gain from continuing my frail existence as a servant, but Pozzo needs me. I wait for the day when I am free from the leash that tethers my life to Pozzo's.

Time- Billy Porter
http://www.sweetslyrics.com/522064.Billy%20Porter%20-%20Time%20.html
Time is how we measure the days, the years of our lives. But time is not just the seconds that tick away our lives- it is the air we breathe and the beat of our hearts. Pozzo, my master, holds tightly to his perception of time. His watch is his greatest crutch, and that kind of time will die someday. I have no care to know what "time" it is. As long as there is air in my lungs, I have time for change, time to care. I have time to change and grow, the hope for an eternity. I do not view death as an end of time, just a moment where our souls are free from the prison of our bodies.

Straightjacket Feeling- All American Rejects
http://www.metrolyrics.com/straightjacket-feeling-lyrics-all-american-rejects.html
I ask myself often if I chose to be caught in my own net of slavery.  Pozzo has been in control of my life for... well, all of my life.  My mouth is permanently shut because I am not allowed to speak. I wonder if I can speak.  "You're the problem and you can't feel" speaks to me because Pozzo does not understand what a burden he is to me.

Drive- Incubus
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/incubus/drive.html
Throughout my life, I have found myself tied to my master. I have nothing, and know nothing except that he is my master. Thoughts cross my mind occasionally about taking my own life into my own hands. This song reminds me that I should be the one behind the wheel and that I can welcome the unknown with open arms. However, I do not think I would have the courage to ever step away from Pozzo.

Name- Goo Goo Dolls
http://www.lyrics007.com/Goo%20Goo%20Dolls%20Lyrics/Name%20Lyrics.html
I have seen Pozzo through his best and worst times. While he was a younger man, he was ambitious and never let a moment pass him by. He comments that he wanted to be much more than he is now. His reputation is very important to him, and he boasts about his few great accomplishments. I think of how the past is never far, but sometimes we lose ourselves in our memories and forget to live in the moment. I was forced to grow up too fast, all alone inside my head. I would not betray Pozzo by ruining the image he has of himself.

White Shadows- Coldplay
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/coldplay/whiteshadows.html
Sometimes I am angry with my plight. I try to listen, and I do the best to act as directed, but I used to think I was just as human as Pozzo. Learning that I was permanently shackled to Pozzo was surprisingly easy. It is my calling in life to be a slave, to serve my master and please him. This realization destroyed my determination to leave. Perhaps, if I am loyal, I will be rewarded someday.

Narrative Gap

Today I am walking with my master, Pozzo. He does not know how to pack lightly. I feel as though my arms are going to fall of due to the immense weight of his bags. My neck is raw from Pozzo tugging on my leash. I must put these bags down. I collapse. Pozzo stops and turns only to sneer at me. "Get up, Lucky. I will not ask you again." The hair on my neck stands on end and immediately I am bitten by the ice in Pozzo's voice. With clenched teeth, I pick myself up, and carefully position Pozzo's bags on my body so that my arms will not get so tired. Pozzo humphs impatiently. I nod, and we walk again.

Pozzo walks very quickly. I ache to know when we are going to stop, so that I may rest. Pozzo does not speak, only walks forward through the field. We have been walking for almost six hours, and my aged bones groan under the weight of his luggage. The dried wheat around us cracks under my weight, crunching with each step. Pozzo never seems to tire.

The watch in Pozzo's hand ticks mechanically. His grip on the tiny time-teller is so tight his knuckles lose their color.
"Lucky, I am feeling tired. I am going to stop at that tree in the next field over. Come now."
At last, we are going to rest. Or rather, he is going to rest and I will get to catch my breath. I am content as I walk, walking exactly in my master's footsteps. I recall of the the places I have followed Pozzo, and I am dumbfounded. The memories to not come to my mind. I must be old.

A great tree enters into my view, but Pozzo does not seem to notice. Does he see the tree? Did he mean to stop at this tree or the next? I must speak. We must stop. Overwhelmed, I freeze. Pozzo yanks on the leash. "Come, we are almost there." I begin to smile, but stop myself. Pozzo prefers that I do not smile.

The wheat ends and the tree is in full view. Two men sit at the base, one unlacing his boots and the other saying puzzling things. They do not seem to be friends, but why else would they be together?

Pozzo drags me to them, and he demands to know why they are on his land. The conversation does not last long, and ends abruptly.

Background

Hello, my name is Lucky. I am a slave to my master Pozzo, who does not like for me to speak. Even though I love to think and would very much like to share my ideas, Pozzo prefers that I dance. I write this blog in secret from him so that I can tell you about my life, why I am a slave, what my master does, and the other strange people that I have met.

My life has been very fulfilling, and I have become accustomed to being Pozzo's slave. I do not remember a time before my days of servitude, but I know that I was not always a slave. Have I chosen to be shackled to Pozzo for the rest of my life? How was I convinced to allow myself to wear shackles? I often wonder what would happen if I disobeyed. The leash around my neck is not hard to take off, and I have thought about taking it off many times. Maybe someday Pozzo will give me my freedom.