Sunday, 2 November 2014
Geoffreys Monlogue
Geoffrey is a medium height man with a slightly aged face. He is sat in an armchair next to the fireplace, his hands are on his lap. It is a late Sunday evening and the room is merely lit by a small light in the far corner.
Another week. Another service. I think this one went OK, (laughs coldly) well that's what Susan said, as if i didn't see her creep through the slightly ajar door with only ten minutes left of the hour long service with hair like she'd rushed out of bed and forgotten to brush it and her lips pursed as though she had too many things on her mind. I would like to know what it was that bothered her so much. I couldn't be bring myself to question her though. I knew she felt like she was forgotten at church, like a tree in a forest, she blended into the background. She fits the 'vicars wife' look and she knows that, does she despise that? I wouldn't know. We barely talk now. Small chat now and again "cup of tea?" "have you shut the window?" you know, that chat... the kind where you speak just to break silence or only when actually necessary. Things haven't been the same as they used to.
(Takes a sip of hot beverage before placing it back on the coffee table next to the armchair) I can see Susan's health deteriorating, it's hard to watch. The bags under her eyes are growing and her cheekbones are becoming more pronounced. Her skin's transparent. But then, what can I do? when it comes to dinner she sits there her face blank, moving the food around the plate as though she is creating some depressing abstract art more than actually eating it. We sit opposite each other but the dinner is anything and everything but romantic. An awkward silence clouds the dining room to the point where the mist is so thick I have to leave the room and 'make a drink' or 'pop to the loo.'
I mean, there is a little discussion, we're not prisoners in our own home. But the chat isn't free flowing, it's cut and chopped as though she's scared of what will come out her mouth if she talks too much.
(Geoffrey stands up and slowly walks over to the lamp) Well I better be off to bed, I'll once again ask God to help Susan with whatever issue that is succumbing her to sadness. Hopefully tomorrow will bring more light than darkness, right now I am in a tunnel and I cannot see the end, but maybe soon. Maybe. I should be the one sorting this out. I can't rely on God to save whatever is left of this deteriorating relationship. I need to ask her. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall ask her. (Geoffrey reaches down to the power source of the lamp and switches it off, the whole stage falls to darkness)
'The Woman Who Walked Into Doors'
The monologue 'the woman who walked into doors' portrays a woman who is faced with physical abuse and is desperate for it to end. Her desperation is shown by the repetitive nature of the monologue repeatedly saying 'ask me' especially in the last three sentences, they show a triplet 'Ask me. Ask me. Ask me.' this highlights her despair, want to get it out and discomfort from keeping it all in, this also shows that that is what she desperately wants and thinks about a lot. The constant repitition causes the reader to start to feel her desperation and an almost anger that the doctors aren't doing as she wants.
The monologue also short sentences throughout the whole monologue: 'Ask. No. Ask me.' This could show she can't think straight and the desperation is causing her thoughts to go from one to another. The bluntness of the short sentences causes a bigger emotional impact making the reader immediately feel sorry for her.
The concrete noun 'curtain' is used. She talks about being 'behind the right curtain' by using the word 'right' she could mean that she wants to be behind a curtain in the doctors as they talk to her about the constant abuse she is on the recieving end to - 'the right curtain' - rather than hiding it away with 'curtain' being a metophorical interpretation of hiding something.
In the monologue a lot of imperatives are used 'ask me about it' this could show that she needs to have some power and control over someone/something as in her day to day life she lacks that. It could also show her anguish over the fact they are not asking so she feels the need to tell them to so she can let it out. Another imperative used is 'look at the burn' this again shows her wanting control and power but also a slight confusion as to why they haven't seen it and asked about it.
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