"it is all in the present, the old man said, all in the present. he meant the shortened deaddriftspeak of presentation. the act. all in the costumes and the sets, and the theater where the performance is held. all in the words of the playwrights dreams as they fascinate and frighten him. all in the "...sound and fury, signifying nothing..."
all in the drama and fake blood and gore of the shakespearean tradition or the modernist tradition of ennui and desperation......all in the publisher and editor....all in the song and dance and shuffle and jive of the show, give em a show, oh how they loves their shows....tinsel and glitter and vegas vaporous atmosphere...give em a show that makes time stop...and then boy ya got yerself a hit.........
ya gotta as an artist make time stop. not stop dead, just cease to exist as a fabric of your consiousness... poof..."
from olddog/new tricks, songs of the new millennium, kd bay
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