okay..so ive picked an IP piece id like to do...problem is...im a but stuck on how im going to stage it...nor do i have a sort of character/persona in mind...
have a read of it and tell me your thoughts for inspiration...
its a monologue out of Seneca's Oedipus Adapted by Ted Hughes ..(very very descriptive
which is most of the reason i chose it...)
Jocasta:
When i carried my sons
I carried them for death
I carried them for the throne
I carried them for final disaster
When i carried my first son
Did i know what was coming
Did i know what ropes of blood were twisting together
What bloody footprints were hurrying together in my body
Did i know what past and unfinished reckonings were getting flesh again inside me
Did i think the debts of the past were settled before i conceived
I knew the thing in my womb was going to have to pay for the whole past
I knew the future was waiting for him like a greedy maneater in a cave
Was going to ask for everything
Happiness strength and finally life
As if no other man existed
I carried him for pain and for fear
For hard sharp metal
For the cruelty of other men and his own cruelty
I carried him for disease
For rottenness and dropping to pieces
I carried him for death bones dust i knew
But i carried him not only for this
I carried him to be king of this
And blood didn’t pause
Didn’t hesitate in my womb
Considering the futility
It didn’t falter reckoning the odds
It poured onto him
Blood from my toes my finger ends
Blind blood
Blood from my gums and eyelids
Blood from the roots of my hair
Blood from before any time began
It flowed into the knot of his bowels, into the knot of his muscles
The knot of his brain
My womb tied everything together every corner of the earth and heavens
Every trickle of the dead past
Twisted it all into shape inside me
What was he what wasn’t he
The question was unasked
And what was i what cauldron was i
What doorway was i
What cavemouth
What spread my legs and lifted my knees
Was he squeezing to hide
Was i running to escape
The strength of the whole earth pushed him through my body and out
It split me open and i saw the blood jump out after him
Was i myself but what was he
A bag of blood
A bag of death
A screaming mouth
He was a kings son
He was a mans shape
He was perfect
Not something monstrous some repulsive accident of wrong limbs and jumbled organs
Not some freakish half living blood clot
His eyes were perfect
Feet perfect
Fingers perfect
He lay there in the huge darkness like a new bright weapon
He was the warrant of the gods
He was their latest attempt
To walk on the earth and to live
He only had to live
And what if at that moment after all that
A doubt had turned him back
have a read of it and tell me your thoughts for inspiration...
its a monologue out of Seneca's Oedipus Adapted by Ted Hughes ..(very very descriptive
which is most of the reason i chose it...)Jocasta:
When i carried my sons
I carried them for death
I carried them for the throne
I carried them for final disaster
When i carried my first son
Did i know what was coming
Did i know what ropes of blood were twisting together
What bloody footprints were hurrying together in my body
Did i know what past and unfinished reckonings were getting flesh again inside me
Did i think the debts of the past were settled before i conceived
I knew the thing in my womb was going to have to pay for the whole past
I knew the future was waiting for him like a greedy maneater in a cave
Was going to ask for everything
Happiness strength and finally life
As if no other man existed
I carried him for pain and for fear
For hard sharp metal
For the cruelty of other men and his own cruelty
I carried him for disease
For rottenness and dropping to pieces
I carried him for death bones dust i knew
But i carried him not only for this
I carried him to be king of this
And blood didn’t pause
Didn’t hesitate in my womb
Considering the futility
It didn’t falter reckoning the odds
It poured onto him
Blood from my toes my finger ends
Blind blood
Blood from my gums and eyelids
Blood from the roots of my hair
Blood from before any time began
It flowed into the knot of his bowels, into the knot of his muscles
The knot of his brain
My womb tied everything together every corner of the earth and heavens
Every trickle of the dead past
Twisted it all into shape inside me
What was he what wasn’t he
The question was unasked
And what was i what cauldron was i
What doorway was i
What cavemouth
What spread my legs and lifted my knees
Was he squeezing to hide
Was i running to escape
The strength of the whole earth pushed him through my body and out
It split me open and i saw the blood jump out after him
Was i myself but what was he
A bag of blood
A bag of death
A screaming mouth
He was a kings son
He was a mans shape
He was perfect
Not something monstrous some repulsive accident of wrong limbs and jumbled organs
Not some freakish half living blood clot
His eyes were perfect
Feet perfect
Fingers perfect
He lay there in the huge darkness like a new bright weapon
He was the warrant of the gods
He was their latest attempt
To walk on the earth and to live
He only had to live
And what if at that moment after all that
A doubt had turned him back