A little light. I throw a bit of ‘vicious realism’ into the psyche of this character when I jump into the role - work from a place of understanding the character. Understand their proclivities, how they interact with the world, how the world interacts with them and how that outside world’s response affects your character. THEN you’ll be able to step into your character’s shoes.
wow that’s great, i was planning to use this monologue for a project in drama school and i just loved the way you portrayed that character. great depth.
JEFFREY: Does it matter to you that I am going mad? Not sure I can go away and reflect on it. Not sure I can get through my own madness. If I can go to the top of a mountain, like a Buddhist Monk, perhaps I may have a chance. Life, my DNA, it has fit perfectly together, hasn’t it? What is it for? For my art? Is it fair for a man to sacrifice his sanity for his craft? Is that what God wants? If that is so, then why must I be sacrificed? Why does great beauty come from great pain? We are all mad, crazy, nuts, psycho. It’s true. Walk down the street and look into the eyes of the man or woman you walk past. It’s hidden. It’s hidden. When you are someone like me, you connect with that dark place instantly and you identify with it. I forget who said that we are all living lives of quiet desperation. I believe we are. The smiles, the charms, it’s all bullsh’t…all smokescreen. We all suffer within, don’t we? Sometimes, I will stare into the mirror and wait for the madness to creep from my eyes and leave me once and for all. But all it ever does is reach the surface and smile gently at me, with a wise gleam. Yeah, I am crazy. I love that I am crazy but I also hate who I am. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that. They can say genius and madness have a thin line between them. I walk that fence everyday and lately it has been getting harder to stay balanced. Haha, look where I am. Haha. Chemical imbalance. Sure. Life experience. Sure. Being an artist. Sure. It all adds up to a pair of scissors embedded in someone’s neck, doesn’t it? You can ridicule me some more my friend, you can pity me, you can lead me to inspiring advice but the truth is, there is nothing you can do or say that can haunt me more than my own soul. Do what you have to do, say what you have to say…it means nothing…nothing, my friend…nothing… I will be waiting for you….we will be waiting….I am happy to entertain you my friend…I look forward to your next word…You can speak now, say something…
No cap that is great the crazy giggles are on point👌
thats so good im doing this monologue for my drama assassment in a few hours lol
same
A little light. I throw a bit of ‘vicious realism’ into the psyche of this character when I jump into the role - work from a place of understanding the character. Understand their proclivities, how they interact with the world, how the world interacts with them and how that outside world’s response affects your character. THEN you’ll be able to step into your character’s shoes.
Very nice Ty, I did this same monologue. We portrayed two very different kinds of "insanity" lol. Fun stuff!
this is remarkable.
wow that’s great, i was planning to use this monologue for a project in drama school and i just loved the way you portrayed that character. great depth.
Wow. This was a great monologue and it was performed very well. Great efforts Ty
JEFFREY: Does it matter to you that I am going mad? Not sure I can go away and reflect on it. Not sure I can get through my own madness. If I can go to the top of a mountain, like a Buddhist Monk, perhaps I may have a chance. Life, my DNA, it has fit perfectly together, hasn’t it? What is it for? For my art? Is it fair for a man to sacrifice his sanity for his craft? Is that what God wants? If that is so, then why must I be sacrificed? Why does great beauty come from great pain?
We are all mad, crazy, nuts, psycho. It’s true. Walk down the street and look into the eyes of the man or woman you walk past. It’s hidden. It’s hidden. When you are someone like me, you connect with that dark place instantly and you identify with it. I forget who said that we are all living lives of quiet desperation. I believe we are. The smiles, the charms, it’s all bullsh’t…all smokescreen. We all suffer within, don’t we?
Sometimes, I will stare into the mirror and wait for the madness to creep from my eyes and leave me once and for all. But all it ever does is reach the surface and smile gently at me, with a wise gleam.
Yeah, I am crazy. I love that I am crazy but I also hate who I am. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that. They can say genius and madness have a thin line between them. I walk that fence everyday and lately it has been getting harder to stay balanced. Haha, look where I am. Haha.
Chemical imbalance. Sure. Life experience. Sure. Being an artist. Sure. It all adds up to a pair of scissors embedded in someone’s neck, doesn’t it?
You can ridicule me some more my friend, you can pity me, you can lead me to inspiring advice but the truth is, there is nothing you can do or say that can haunt me more than my own soul. Do what you have to do, say what you have to say…it means nothing…nothing, my friend…nothing…
I will be waiting for you….we will be waiting….I am happy to entertain you my friend…I look forward to your next word…You can speak now, say something…
Awesome! Very realistic!
I found the monologue and now Ive found the actual video Nice! I use this as a practice on my days off
I want the text it is amazing