Great Monologues

Hey Guys

I’m awful, I know. 

On the bright side, I graduated from LAMDA today! 

I’m going to try to get to all of my asks tonight/ tomorrow. I’ll be journeying through Europe in the following month and will probably have zero connectivity to tumblr. Expect a special treat to make up for it soon. 

Cheers!

Anonymous asked: Hi, I recently transferred to college as a drama major. This quarter, I am taking a monologue class. Happened to stumble upon this page, and used the Anne Boleyn monologue in class. My teacher (who is an acting MFA) has flipped for the piece. Myself, I think it is my favorite one I've ever worked on. Thanks for introducing me. That was mostly what I had to say, but if you can think of a good contrasting, that would be cool. I am 20. I was thinking Sarah Ruhl? Adore her. Something innocent?

Hmmm….The Vibrator Play has some pretty innocent pieces in it believe it or not. If not, try Passion Play. Depending on age you might also want to look at Annie Baker plays.

Blood Wedding/ Federico Garcia Lorca/ Bride

I’ve come so she can kill me and they can take me with the others. My flesh is still warm and it shouldn’t be. Not your hands though- go get some wire or a sickle. It has to be hard so the inside of me snaps. It’s meaningless but I want you to know I’m virgin. You can put me in the soil knowing that. I left with another man. That’s what I did. Maybe you would have too. I was sick! I’d been too close to the fire. I was sick from that time. I thought your boy, your son, my husbandI chose for myself, would help. Cool me. Be my balm. He was perfect. A glass of clean , clear water. Who might bring children, land, health and I wanted him. But Leonardo screamed out to me and now I think he always would. He set a thousand birds off to stop me on my way. He bubbled like a river across the plain. Full of weeds and trees and dark tuneless songs. I didn’t want him! I didn’t choose him! I wanted yours. I wanted your son. He was my future, my end, believe me! I was dragged by Leonardo, a wave, a nature I couldn’t hold off. I would always have heard his moan in that dark filthy river. I think I hated him. I couldn’t keep away! If all the babies of your son’s sons were hanging off my balding hair, I would go to him, that’s the truth. I’d always have left.

Blood Wedding/ Federico Garcia Lorca/ Death

Two torrents stilled at last, in the rocks. Two lads underneath the horses’ feet. Such a lovely night to die on. Such a shame. Lying on the river bank with nothing to say. A bright red groom and a speechless lover. Muddy stretched out there in their ivory shirts. I’m being followed here by a cloud of birds better watch out for your eyes. Their teeth ended up scattered like handfuls of stiff snow. Their eyes, crushed like petals both. The brides coming back, alive, dress soaked in blood, blood in her hair, but the boys, they’re covered with blankets now. They’ll be carried home, the pair of them, up on the shoulders of whoever’s fit. The upstanding youths. And there we are. They did as they needed. Justice on the dirty brown moonlit floor. One of them is dark-skinned the other one is dark-skinned. On a day marked out for this event, between two and tree in the middle of the night, two men killed each other for love. A small knife. A gentle weight in the palm of one’s hand. A delicate penetration for the surprised flesh. In the place where the dark root of the unfurled scream waits, tangled and trembling. On a day marked out, between two and three in the night, two great big boys ended their evening with yellow lips.

Blood Wedding/ Federico Garcia Lorca/ Bride

I’ve come.I came here so that she could kill me,so that they could take me with them.  But not with your bare hands; with shears, with a sickle, with whatever force might break my bones. Let her be! I want her to know, in her anger, I am pure, and that they’ll bury me without any man having gazed on the whiteness of my breasts.Because I ran with another, I ran!  You too, you would have gone. I was a woman on fire, wounded inside and out, and your son was a stream of water that could give me sons, land, health; but the other was a dark river, filled with branches, that brought me the murmur of its reeds, and its song between clenched teeth. And I went with your son who was like a child born of water, cold, while the other sent flocks of birds that prevented me walking, and sent frost into the wounds of a poor withered woman, a girl scorched by the flames. I did not want it. Listen to me! I did not want it. Do you hear? I did not want it. Your son was my goal, and I did not betray him, but the other seized me in his arms like a wave of the sea, struck me like the kick of a mule, and I must be dragged along forever, forever, forever, forever, even if I had been old and all your son’s sons had held me back by the hair!

Apologies Apologies

I am so sorry for not getting new stuff out and answering asks. I’m currently studying classical texts abroad which is happily sucking up my time but leaving me spare time to update. As of now, I’m going to continue to post monologues but I’m going to have to turn the ask off. I swear it’ll only be for a little while! 
Cheers

Eigengrau/ Rose/ Penelope Skinner

I can’t believe I live with a real life feminist. My mum was so into that whole Gernaine Greer Simone de Belle Jour thing. You know? Burning her bra. Sleeping around. Come on. Do me the rest! I thought it was about porno. Because I was going to say to you I know this guy right. American. He was in the gym one day and this guy came up to him and said, ‘Hey man you’ve got a big wanger do you want to be in my movie?’ And this guy (the guy I know) what was his name? I think it was Douglas? I might have his number actually if you want it. But anyway he was like, ‘Yeah sure’ and the next day he was on set literally just having sex with all these women, getting paid thousands of dollars. It’s his job now. He’s loaded. Yeah. Because before that he sold hot dogs.  I used to hate hot dogs. That cheap sort of meat. Do you know what I mean?

brainwashedheart asked: Hello There, I'm a 15 year old female, looking for comedic and dramatic audition monologes preferably something that is witty funny since I am naturally like that, and maybe something about suicide or a breakup something relatable to teenage years but is also challenging. I go to a preforming arts school so I need monologes to audition to plays with. thank you for the help xx

Try Eigengrau by Penelope Skinner for comedic and The Effect on Man-In-the-Moon Marigolds for dramatic. 

fairytalehopes asked: This is the best Tumblr page I have ever stumbled across! Thank you!

You’re so sweet, thanks a bushel!