hail-aphrodite asked: Quite possibly a stupid question, but are we allowed to submit monologues? I'm an actress as well and have some to add. (Thanks by the way for this blog. Extremely useful)
YES! I haven’t been able to update this in the longest time so I’d love for any extra input!
claudiajanette asked: I am auditioning for my college's fall play this coming Monday or Tuesday. I am a 19-year-old female. I've been reading plays, but I'm having a hard time finding an appropriate monologue. (Obviously, I'm not reading the right ones.) Auditions were announced today, so it's very short-noticed. I need a one-minute contemporary monologue. I was thinking either Margaret from "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" or Blanche from "Streetcar." Our school did Streetcar two years ago, so is that one a bad idea?
Streetcar is fine! I would only caution against doing it if they had performed it within the last year. Do what you love and enjoy.
Anonymous asked: Hey there! I'm Paige. I'm an aspiring young actress and frequent creeper of this blog! Anyway, I've been trying Naturalistic Drama on camera, which is something I've never done before. I've been looking for some tips and constructive criticism and a share on your lovely would be so valuable to me! The video is on youtube! /watch?v=cc1S0jRs4Ig
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Venus in Fur/ David Ives/ Vanda
Knock knock knock! Am I too late? I’m too late, right? Fuck. Fuck! God, I’m so sorry, I am so, so, sorry. I got caught like way uptown and my cell went out. Then my fucking heel get’s stuck in one of those sewer- cover- thing whatevers. Then there’s this guy from the train, I don’t even want to tell you about him, rubbing up against my ass the whole trip. Then it starts to pour. I get soaked through to the fucking skin. Fuck. Fuck! I’m ok. Just my usual luck is all. Thank you. God, once again! Hi! I’m sorry. Vanda Jordan. See what I mean? I’ve even got her name! How many girls in this town are called Vanda? Actually I’m Wanda but my parents call me Vanda. Anyway, I’m like perfect for the part and the fucking train gets stuck in a tunnel while this guys trying to penetrate me. Talk about fate. And you are Thomas Novacheck. God, I love your plays! I mean the ones I know. Anatomy of Shadows? Like Wow, Anatomy of Shadows was amazing! I saw it twice! […] Right, right. I mean you know, the other one. Anyway. God this is embarrassing. This play sure is amazing. I mean the parts of it I read. Pretty wild stuff.
Fat Men in Skirts/ Nicky Silver/ Popo Martin
I am Popo Martin. My friends call me Popo martin. Dr. Nester says I am a paranoid skitzophrenic. I think I have Marnie’s disease. You know, like Tippi Hedren in that movie. When I see red, I see red! I mean, I have an episode. Although sometimes it happends when I don’t see red. And sometimes I see red and it dosen’t happen. I am the most popular girl in the hospital. I get lots of visitors! I was a cheerleader. I’d do a cheer for you now, but I don’t have my pompoms. All my teachers love me. The girls on the squad come to visit me every sunday. The principal sent me a get well note and the boys autographed a football. You can ask anyone in school about me, and they’d all say the same thing. Popo Martin is always cheerful. Popo Martin is a natural leader. Popo Martin looks on the bright side. Popo Martin has a smile on her lips and a kind word for a saddend stranger. Which is propobly why everyone was so surprised when it happend. I tried to kill myself! I took thirty-five sleeping pills out of my mothers purse. I didn’t want to smile anymore. My jaw hurts. And whistling gives me a headache. I want, more than anything to wallow in a hopeless depression - but it just goes against my grain. So I tried to kill myself. That’s why I’m here.
Scab/ Sheila Callaghan/ Anima
This is the ocean, Susan. She’s vast, isn’t she? The yellow afternoon hanging low above her is her father. He dreamed of her once filled with jewels, emeralds, and sapphires, and diamonds, and she stayed that way. She winks and twinkles for a million miles. You’ve probably dreamed of her as well. Remember the ache you felt in your stem, the small half-pains, the yawning itch…it was her voice riding your dream tides. Stretch to her Susan. Let each new leaf uncurl, one by one life fingers in a fist and let your palms be tickled by her green breath. See. That’s it. Stretch.
The Whale/ Samuel D. Hunter/ Liz
I fucking hate Mormons. I shouldn’t say that. I don’t fucking hate Mormons I fucking hate Mormonism. How can you believe in a God like that? He gives us the Old Testament, fine, we’ll all be Jews. Then Jesus shows up and he’s all like, “Hey, so I’m the son of God, stop being Jewish, here’s the new Testament, sorry” And then he shows up a second time and he’s like, “oh shit, sorry! Here’s this other thing it’s called the Book of Mormon” and after all that, we’re still supposed to wait around for him to come back a third fucking time to kill us all with holy fire and dragons, and. I’m just saying why would God just not give us all the right answers to begin with?
Scab/ Sheila Callaghan/ Alan
I am thirty two, nine years older than you. I have penetrated nineteen women, not including you, with my average sized penis. I played the viola all through college and abit professionally before graduate school, I floss my teeth to NPR twice a day, each night I use lotion from a little blue jar to keep me from getting wrinkly, I have an austere set of political beliefs, I am a vegan, I read the Los Angeles Times spread across my carpet every morning, I shop at Trader Joe’s for all my groceries and I use only raw unprocessed honey in my tea.You eat rare meat, you listen to top forty radio, you never read the paper, you drink Bud Ice and you’ve only slept with two men, one of whom was gay. What on God’s good earth ever made you think it would work between us?