So I'm not sure if this should be under projects or general banter but I'm working on a monologue for one of my film classes. The idea is to write about something that reflects myself. I'm supposed to film it from a stationary camera position and then from a floating camera and focus on staging. I've never written a monologue or anything so I'm just kind of winging it. I was hoping people might have some input/advice/ideas if anyone has ever written or performed a monologue. What I've started is about a session with a therapist that I had awhile back, it's a bit of a ramble but I'm not really sure how to write a monologue to begin with.
What I have thus far:
What I have thus far:
I'm supposed to be this, this thinker. This creator, builder, poet artist
some sort of jack of all trades but I'm not any of those things. I've
tried school I've tried working but I can never achieve the dreams
people have for me. I'm the middle child in a family of over achievers. The
Solitary drop out, so called non-conformist meaningless web of atoms
and molecules. I don't belong to any group or subculture I just am.
I'm here because I can't communicate with people because I can't cope
with a 9-5 cubicle jail cell, because I'm a danger to myself which
means I'm really a danger to everyone else's happiness. And uh, I guess that
makes me feel... Well it makes me fuckin' pissed off you know? What
does it matter that what makes me happy annoys or inconveniences them?
I don't grab my brother and say hey fuck you and your Mercedes go see a therapist.
They say I'm crazy, I'm crazy because I don't want to be a part of some
oppressive hierarchy of monkey's in suits! Fucking repeating myself day after day,
dying and dying over and over again punching staples in pages of
suicide notes... watching the seasons move through the window
calling out like some wind or whisper to escape.
The mechanics are unnatural. We're not meant to live like this.
Separated from the world that made us.
some sort of jack of all trades but I'm not any of those things. I've
tried school I've tried working but I can never achieve the dreams
people have for me. I'm the middle child in a family of over achievers. The
Solitary drop out, so called non-conformist meaningless web of atoms
and molecules. I don't belong to any group or subculture I just am.
I'm here because I can't communicate with people because I can't cope
with a 9-5 cubicle jail cell, because I'm a danger to myself which
means I'm really a danger to everyone else's happiness. And uh, I guess that
makes me feel... Well it makes me fuckin' pissed off you know? What
does it matter that what makes me happy annoys or inconveniences them?
I don't grab my brother and say hey fuck you and your Mercedes go see a therapist.
They say I'm crazy, I'm crazy because I don't want to be a part of some
oppressive hierarchy of monkey's in suits! Fucking repeating myself day after day,
dying and dying over and over again punching staples in pages of
suicide notes... watching the seasons move through the window
calling out like some wind or whisper to escape.
The mechanics are unnatural. We're not meant to live like this.
Separated from the world that made us.