Playwright stands in the center of the stage, clutching several sheets of paper in both hands. A pencil is behind his or her ear. When s/he speaks, she speaks to God, so s/he should look upwards. God is, of course, offstage, and he recites his lines over a microphone.
Playwright: (distressed, histrionic) Dear God, release me from this creative captivity. The chains of time have burdened my ability…I have so much to say, but only two minutes to say it...
God: Can it. If I was able to create existence in less than a goddamned week, as legions of your kind so vehemently believe, then surely you can write a mediocre, abstract piece of theatrical nonsense that lasts 120 seconds.
Playwright: But I don’t want nonsense. I want tangibility. Something with substance.
God: Then why the hell are you talking to me?
Monday, March 30, 2009
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this blog is where we'll post play submissions for the 2009 two-minutes play contest as soon as we start receiving them. readers will read and rate the plays, and based on those ratings, we'll narrow down the submissions to a final group. each play must be read by at least three readers.
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