Topic: Monologue Help

Monologue Help - 11:41PM on 4/04/2010

Not sure if this is the correct place to post this.

But I was looking for direction for this Monologue that I am going to perform for a Theatre class.

There are no stage directions, all I know is that this might be taking place at a dinner table? The monologue itself seems to be all over the place, it seems as if it's being said by a mad man!

RE: Monologue Help - 11:41PM on 4/04/2010

W.A.S.P
By Steve Martin

Voice? Voices? Voices? Voice? Typical, nothing.
Left here on my own, with only the images of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln.
Hello? Hello? Im living the lie, I know it. Nothing but the rules of the road, the ethics of the lumberjack, the silence of the forest broken only by the sound of the ax getting the job done. The ax never complaining.
Truth handed down from the pages of Redbook and the Saturday Evening Post. Becoming leader and hero, onward and stronger to a better life. I know my feelings cannot tolerate illumination under the hard light, but when seen by the flickering light of a campfire surrounded by the covered wagons heading west, I am a god that walks on Earth. Must be strong, must be strong, and in my silence- I am never wrong. The greater the silence, the greater the strength. And therein is the logic of the lie.

Her. Once, with one hand I held her wrists behind her back and kissed her. Once, I entered her like Caesar into Rome. Once, I drank her blood. I would repeat her name in my head; it swam across my vision to exhaustion. I saw it flying toward me and flapping with wings. I exploded it with the letters flying off in all directions. I inverted it; I anagrammed it. Every word she spoke destroyed or created me. She was the tornado, I was the barn.

RE: Monologue Help - 11:42PM on 4/04/2010

I remember her in a yellow chair, leaning forward, her underwear ankled, delivering to me the angels kiss. Now I stand at the foot of her bed and watch her sleep, and silently ask the question "Who are you?" but the question only echoes back upon myself.

Oh, I know what she goes through. She aches with desire. She reaches out for nothing and nothing comes back. She is bound by walls of feelings. They surround me, too, but I must reach through the walls and provide.

There is no providing on a lingering summers walk; there is no providing in a caress. I have been to the place she wants me to go.
I have seen how the king of feelings, the great god romance seats us in his giant hand and thrusts us upward and slowly turns us under the sky. But it is given to us for only minutes, and we spend the rest of our lives paying for those few moments. Love moves through three stages: Attraction, Desire, Need. The third stage is a place I cannot go.

Finish your meal. If I cant be excused, why should he? The denial of my affection will make him strong like me. I would love to feel the emotions I have heard so much about, but I may as well try to reassemble a dandelion.

End.
It wouldn't let me put it all in one post.

Edited on: 4/04/2010 - 11:42PM

RE: Monologue Help - 1:46PM on 6/21/2010

If you need help working on your monologue and you live in/near NYC you should check out A Class Act NY. It is an acting studio they really helped me when I was working on my audition monologue. Jessica Roffé, who is the director of the studio, gave me lots of pointers in discovering my character. I would definitely check it out!

~ James