Monologue & Stylistics Acting

20th Apr (6)


We were staging a part of drama last two weeks, my lecturer commented on my monologue part, in which she said I was staging a stylistic acting. When I said I don’t know what the stylistics is ,she didn’t comment further though, instead, she laugh..

What is that? ( A Big question mark?) But then I found out that stylistic acting that she commented on me, was something about the way I use the language as well as the way I express the monologue,

Well when I check on this matter further, it stated that the person is combining her own experience that enable her to passionately expressing herself, (am I? another question mark.)

Well I was actually floundered in my search of ideas in producing a script for that presentation, as I always have to juggle my time between jungle and civilization, time and ideas are two things most precious for me other then energy and health. The easiest way was to take out some older version of fairy tales stories in my system which had long-long implanted (easier to remember) and then shaped them in my own new version ( which again easier to remember). So this is my invention – a combination of The Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and The Beast, Snow White, and The Little Mermaid. A little bit of the myth of Romeo and Juliet as well as Knights of Round Table, and (ha!ha) the Arabian 1001 nights. Care to share….see if you think that it is truly a stylistic one,

MONOLOGUE – DRAMA (5 MINUTES) THE BEAUTY OF THE BEAST

BEAST
Why must you appear again in my mind and my dream,
in the very sacred pouch of my heart, you hold on like the jewels? Don’t you know what you have done?
You ruin the love,
The love you build,
As the castle in the air, disperse as the cloud (of columbus nimbus),
You listen to them,
like the thundering storm,
they are showering me slander after slander,
and the philandering ogre, the boastful evil among the beast, you believe the very enemy? You believe the very foe, my Beau?
ignoring your heart, ignoring the one dear in your heart
ignoring your pledge, ignoring the pleads
letting the sword of slanderer butchered your heart,
The heart of the knight then, the heart of mankind
The one who save my soul from the locked spell of that forlorn castle
Forgotten in the bushes of thorny roses.

But, oh how dear Beast.

It is fated that you are the one who found me alive, you are the one torn me apart, torch me alight.
you ruin my life, you ruin it, our love,
you ruin me, in stepping back when you suppose to protect
you ruin every single shred of sacred feeling that bound us
before the name of God Almighty,
Now Beast
I have to accept the fate, for all this come from The Great.
Our unity and our enmity, now

O Beast, my beau

Now
Your love as you claim priceless, is nothing,
a glittering of your wealthy possession
worth not the value of sincere and modest
my love, my life, my flesh, my sanity, my dignity, my soul
those are not a pawn as an exchange for proud.
In every imaginable way, I was betrayed by you, because of the pledge of your ‘love’.

O Beast, dear

My love for you not because of your possession, (you know that) neither your status, nor your title,
They meant little to nothing
When they didn’t come along with you
( or they belong to some other knights of the round table or round this world)
They meant nothing
when they didn’t come along with you, the very you, Beast.. in flesh or soul.

You are the one who evoke the dream that stirred my sleep.
You are the one whose kisses of pure love poured into the empty cup of our hearts.
It is fated Beast
This long awaited dreamless sleeping beauty to be woken up..
be woken up by you, the knight of my heart.
The knight who brave all the thorns, the knight who lead all paths
now that you have done them all, betrayed that I was, by the black magic queen of your choice, swarmed by the ogre awaited to deflower any rose within thy reach.
Gone now , the thorn pierce my rosy dream, the sword stabbed into my heart, the slandering bludgeoned my dignity, the spell scarred my flesh
and my soul set to flight, floundering
It must go back to where it belong, return to the impregnable castle of faith. Safely locked in dreamless nights as… I believe that
all of us just a test to test
the inner beauty out of our beast layer,

I must go now, with the magic 1001 night’s slumber potion, before
My beauty turns into beast like them, like you, for their spell is surrounding me and you.

Separation – my Beast is the best for the beauty of the true love.

Beast dear, the very best of all, remember,
I shall be forever in your dream.
Look into the magic reflection
on the mirror of your conscience, consideration and concern.

There, this Beauty is
Lying and awaiting
The moment of the day
After death, do we become One.

Your Sleeping Beauty.

Noor@copyright

P/s Well, I would like to start the episode in this monologue as early as possible with the history of the heroine’s birth like the one we have in Rapunzel, unfortunately my hair is too short to show off…