Recently there was a one-minute play festival at the Deering Estate in Miami. This collection of super short plays, all strung together, were all written by supposedly talented playwrights, which they may have been. But in the first few seconds of the first play the female actress voiced the line, "Are you fucking kidding me?" I'm not a prude. But is this really what passes as writing these days?  And, even if it were necessary, is this the best way to start a festival that supposedly champions good writing? The festival, which had been much touted was, to my mind, boring, predictable and often amateurish. How did Eugene O'Neill, Clifford Odets, Tennessee Williams, and all the other great playwrights of the past manage to create so many works of art without having at their disposal fucks and shits and every other unnecessary word that soils creativity.