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Mental Clutter
Nov. 14th, 2006 06:23 amSo there's this play I'm auditioning for, with the local SCA.
Well, not a play, exactly. It's mostly a dance performance, to be honest. But there will be some dialogue, and while I've got the dancing part without any trouble, I still need a monologue of some sort for the speaking aspect of the performance. Nothing fancy, nothing big, I've been told, just a little bit of verse or speech so they can hear what I sound like.
I haven't had much chance to go searching, so I figured I'd just pull something out of my memory. No big deal, I figured. I've got to have a little recitation like that available, right?
Right. I've been trying to come up with something today, and you'd be amazed at the doggerel detritus I've got floating around inside my brain. Random chunks of soliloquies from every Shakespeare play I read in high school - the more turgid, the better. The prologue to the Canterbury Tales. A half-page of narration from a production of Beauty and the Beast that I was stage crew for when I was seventeen. Every other verse from The Hunting of the Snark. Paul Revere's Ride, and the opening four lines of Hiawatha. More nursery rhymes than anyone over the age of six without a child of their own has a right to know. The entire Song of the Silent Lord from Diane Duane's "Deep Wizardry." With all this junk in here, it's a wonder I can remember my own name.
Of course, I still have no idea of what to recite tonight. None of these are actually quite appropriate. I suppose I'll just spit out whichever sonnet comes to mind first, though the temptation to look up the rest of the Hunting of the Snark and pull that out is strong....
Well, not a play, exactly. It's mostly a dance performance, to be honest. But there will be some dialogue, and while I've got the dancing part without any trouble, I still need a monologue of some sort for the speaking aspect of the performance. Nothing fancy, nothing big, I've been told, just a little bit of verse or speech so they can hear what I sound like.
I haven't had much chance to go searching, so I figured I'd just pull something out of my memory. No big deal, I figured. I've got to have a little recitation like that available, right?
Right. I've been trying to come up with something today, and you'd be amazed at the doggerel detritus I've got floating around inside my brain. Random chunks of soliloquies from every Shakespeare play I read in high school - the more turgid, the better. The prologue to the Canterbury Tales. A half-page of narration from a production of Beauty and the Beast that I was stage crew for when I was seventeen. Every other verse from The Hunting of the Snark. Paul Revere's Ride, and the opening four lines of Hiawatha. More nursery rhymes than anyone over the age of six without a child of their own has a right to know. The entire Song of the Silent Lord from Diane Duane's "Deep Wizardry." With all this junk in here, it's a wonder I can remember my own name.
Of course, I still have no idea of what to recite tonight. None of these are actually quite appropriate. I suppose I'll just spit out whichever sonnet comes to mind first, though the temptation to look up the rest of the Hunting of the Snark and pull that out is strong....
