“Time is not the sun going up and down. It is not a clock. It is not a calendar. Time is an eroding, infinite mystery. Time is, in fact, a son of a bitch.” -Preston Jones, playwright
(Hat tip to my friend Summer for inspiring this post during during last night’s discussion of the play “Lu Ann Hampton Laverty Oberlander” by Preston Jones. If you haven’t done so already, definitely read. You can get it Here.)
The playwright makes the story and the world.
The actor makes the moment.
The audience makes the meaning.
P.S. – Check out Summer’s beautiful book of poetry Here.
P.P.S. – Thanks to my friend Gareth for bringing in this terrific play for yesterday’s Vs. Tuesday Night Reading.