Sunday, September 9, 2012

Vocab story #2

So, this summer I went to North Carolina for some theater workshops.  For one of the workshops, we worked on monologues from a book called Spoon River Anthology.  The monologues were all for people who are dead, and it is based on people that the author really did know.  Of the one we did, a few of them spoke about their untimley demise.  Others mused about how wonderful and full their lives were.  Some of them talk about how they felt coerced into killing themselves.  One of the monologues that I got to perform, was a woman who was a little older, she was contemplating what it took to get to heaven and trying to explain it to the others in the graveyard.  She was trying to be a precedent for those that were not sure.  Many people talked about times and events they wished they could redress, or people they hadn't been so negligible toward.  Some of the stories are tied together, for example, there was a German girl living in the village, gave up her baby.  She watched him grow into a wonderful politician, debating with his adversaries, and exhilarating the crowds he made his speeches to.  Another man talked abpout how he was always at parties.  How his fields were always fallow, because he would be pulled into them, and never regretted it for a second.   All of the monologues have a lesson or point that they want to get across during their sojourn in the graveyard is over.

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