“If you meant to invite me, and let's proceed from that assumption, then you wanted a playwright, and I have to say what a strange choice, what with Gabriel blowing his trumpet and the Book of Revelation unfolding seal by seal and all; it's as if you'd been warned of years of calamity and famine ahead and in response you anxiously stuffed an after-dinner mint in your pocket.”
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Quote Analysis
In this quote from Tony Kushner's commencement speech to Vassar College, he humorously reflects on being invited to speak at the ceremony as a playwright. He questions the relevance of a playwright in the midst of apocalyptic events described in the Bible, such as Gabriel blowing his trumpet and the Book of Revelation unfolding. This witty comparison highlights the seemingly out-of-place nature of his presence at the ceremony and hints at the potential futility of his words in the face of larger global challenges.
Modern Relevance
In a commencement speech to Vassar College, playwright Tony Kushner made a thought-provoking comparison between the world's current state of affairs and the urgency of inviting a playwright amidst impending doom. This quote highlights the idea of seeking creativity and artistry in times of crisis, even when it may seem unconventional or unexpected.
Example of Usage in a Speech
"If you meant to invite me, and let's proceed from that assumption, then you wanted a playwright, and I have to say what a strange choice, what with Gabriel blowing his trumpet and the Book of Revelation unfolding seal by seal and all; it's as if you'd been warned of years of calamity and famine ahead and in response you anxiously stuffed an after-dinner mint in your pocket.” - Tony Kushner, in a commencement speech to Vassar College.
Reflection Questions
In this quote, Tony Kushner reflects on the role of a playwright in a world full of turmoil and uncertainty. Consider the following questions to reflect on this idea:
- What do you think Kushner is suggesting about the power and purpose of art in times of crisis?
- How does the metaphor of "stuffed an after-dinner mint in your pocket" resonate with you in terms of responding to challenges and hardships?
- How can art, such as theater and literature, provide a sense of solace or understanding in the face of overwhelming events or circumstances?
- In what ways do you see parallels between the challenges Kushner describes and those faced in the world today?
- How might Kushner's words inspire you to think differently about the role of creativity and imagination in times of struggle?
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