Posters/Wednesday Link Dump

Wednesday Link Dump

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Today’s list is brought to you by posters for a Mexican production of Lope de Vega’s Fuenteovejuna. [You can find Laurencia’s monologue here, BTW]

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Nice pistol. Production is here.

MacBeth came to Ghana

MacBeth came to Harlem, too.

Verdi did his own MacBeth, so MacBeth came to Florence, too.

MacBeth came to Korea…as pansori.

MacBeth…in Indianapolis.

MacBeth joins the SAS.

Playwright AND translator

The author of Kung Fu Zombies vs Shaman Warrior

Vulnerability and trust and the playwright

Schiller’s Maria Stuart meets the Red Army Faction through playwright Elfriede Jelinek

The dirty, dirty lies of playwriting.

A high school theatre blog from Illinois. Looks like we missed the Rent call backs.

Why going to the theatre alone kicks arse.

Kolkata’s theatre museum

How to cast for high school theatre.

Ancient Greek theatre, aligned with the stars

The Witch of Edmonton gets revised, revived and eviscerated by a critic.

Playwright and screenwriter Paul Kampf shares a bit on transitioning from stage to film

The very first plays.

How to modernize a scene for school

Vietnamese water puppets are pretty badass.

Modern Yemeni theatre

A Streetcar Named Desire…in Toronto.

When the theatre life becomes too much (I can relate)

First time I ever heard of Inspiration Porn. Apparently, it’s a problem.

Looking back to move forward in theatre.

Do HS theatre competitions hurt theatre? Yeah, probably.

A middle school’s Lion King adventure.

A UK book launch for an anthology of Indonesian plays. Yay yay yay!

What do you know about the Kenya National Theatre?

Don’t forget we have Unknown Playwrights, Theatre Horror Stories and Monologue Mondays!

And now this week’s Indonesian oldie – The Singers’ cover of Land of 1,000 Dances. (You can find the original Chris Kenner version here).

 

 

 

 

 

Monologue Monday

Monologue Monday: Hate Male by Daniel Guyton

Fair warning, this monologue is not for the faint of heart. Nor should it be for high schoolers. 

This is a very, very angry monologue by Daniel Guyton.

Mr. Guyton’s work encompasses everything from children’s plays about fairies to something called Grimbaldt, the Christmas Pimp.

This monologue has the following setup:

Situation: Gretchen has been convicted of the pre-planned murder of her uncle, who raped her repeatedly when she was a child. Now that she’s in prison, she wants revenge on all men for the terror that she went through. The security guard is her most immediate target.

Here is a sample from the monologue:

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Yeah I shot him. What’cha gonna do about it, huh? Fucking pig. Fucking woman-hating, vaginaphobic son of a bitch! That shithead had it coming. Don’t look at me with those sad eyes! Those puppy dogs! Those droopy goopy cellophanes! What’cha gonna do about it huh? Feel sorry for me punk? Fuck you! You goddamn pansy! Momma’s boy! Sad sack loony tunes, probably can’t even please a woman, can ya?!? (She leans in seductively) Probably don’t even know what a pussy looks like. Do you?  If I showed you my mine, would you even know what to do with it? (She chuckles) Yeah, I didn’t think so. These bars can’t hold me in. These walls can’t shackle me. I am transcendental. I am existential! I am anti-matter, ectoplasm, plant destroying phytoplasm. I will melt into the floorboards, delve into the ether, I will eat the ground beneath my feet, and swallow up asbestos. I will rise up on the other side, a thousand times larger than I am right now, and I will cut you while you’re sleeping. I will fuck your family, and I will eat your goddamn dog for dinner! That is – assuming that you have one. Do you have a dog there, Mr. Guard? Mr. Doggy Guard? Or are you just a pussy man like I think you are? (Small pause) Don’t even look at me. Don’t even breathe near me. Every particle of air you spew is like a toxin. Every sound you make is … (She spits at him) Just get away from me. (She turns away) Why don’t you leave me alone? (Small pause) I did what I had to do. What someone had to do. What my father should have done a million years ago – I put that fucker down. Like the rabid bitch he was. (She sits) Why are you still looking at me? Shit. (She wipes a tear from her eye) Do you want a blow job? Is that…? (She shrugs) Fine. Whatever. Bring it in here, buddy, I’ll suck you off. Just like every other guy in the universe. ‘Just blow me and I’ll let you live.’ (Pause) Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? I gave you an invitation, didn’t I?

For the rest of the monologue, feel free to contact the playwright for performance rights. He’s a pretty good guy and will probably say “yes.”

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Always available on Amazon.

Here is a video the monologue’s rehearsal:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t forget we have happier monologues for both females and males. Also, feel free to check out out Unknown Playwrights and Theatre Horror Stories.

Posters/Wednesday Link Dump

Wednesday Link Dump

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This week’s link dump is brought to you by really old Utah theatre programs:

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From 1866: They renamed the town when they realized “Great” was a misnomer. And that Osceola… Seems they have whites playing whites and the Native Americans are played by…oh never mind.
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So this was a real play.

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With AND without cold cream!!! More about the play here.

 

Theatre in Mozambique

Help an awesome playwright by taking a survey on stress

Or a survey on being “the other”

How to dance on your toes: A step-by-step guide 

Polish-Irish Fusion Theatre!

Great Salt Lake Fringe’s award winners

A play about conjoined twins who share a whaaa????

When critics have a vendetta

An introduction to Wayang Kulit (Indonesian shadow puppets)

Brazilian theatre artists leading the resistance from New York City.

Opera houses of Brazil.

When a reviewer in Utah burned the living f*ck out of my plays.

Come chill out at Kampala. Uganda’s International Theatre Festival

Boxer AND playwright. I wonder if she ever escaped from NYC.

When your stage kiss in Romeo and Juliet is your first kiss. Ever.

The Tin Drum as puppet theatre, but OMG this puppet is so freakyyyy.

All the hottest theatre Budapest had to offer…last month.

That underappreciated thing of theatrical beauty known as Grand Guignol.

Harvard writes a blog about Grand Guignol.

Not another Grand Guignol blog post.

When someone who hates Molière adapts Molière.

What do China, Liberia and America have in common?

Fufu and Her Friends hit LA.

Quentin Tarantino, Broadway ingénue

Julia Roberts, Broadway star

A Nigerian-American playwright seeing success.

Eartha Kitt and Marilyn Monroe hanging out together.

Icelandic theatre.

The Ten Minute Play (with a Nice Picture of Jimmy Carter)

Dancing Together vs. Dancing at the Same Time

Thanks for checking out this week’s links. Don’t forget we do feature Unknown Playwrights, monologues and (gasp!) Theatre Horror Stories.

And now with another Korean oldie, here’s a modern cover of a song from 1941. 대지의 항구 (Port in Great Land [or something like that]).. By Ju Hyeon-mi (주현미)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monologue Monday

Monologue Monday: The Best Marriage Advice from “Black and White and Red All Over” by Tara Meddaugh

Hello dear readers! We’re back with yet another Monologue Monday – this week we are featuring Tara Meddaugh’s monologue The Best Marriage Advice taken from the full-length play Black and White and Red All Over.

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You might be thinking that Meddaugh has become Unknown Playwrights’ resident monologuer. Not quite, but her monologues are pretty dang good. This monologue is classic Meddaugh, written in 1998 and brimming with her unique brand of humor.

The synopsis, taken from her site, is…

A frivolous couple passes the time by hiring and firing servants, and reading old newspapers they deem to be the current. But when the Wife wants more out of her life, she charges her Husband with a perilous task… Meanwhile, four eclectic strangers wind up secretly waiting together in this couple’s bathroom. When they discover the reasons they have all been put together, the absurdities and danger of their situation become alarmingly clear.

The monologue itself extols the virtues of keeping things on leashes, so they don’t run into the street and get squashed by cars. Meddaugh even has a neat Q & A about the play on her site.

As the monologue setup describes it:

Scene: Georgia is speaking to a young man and woman who have just met in this encounter. The couple is in the bathtub, shower curtain pulled so Georgia cannot see them, but they are presumably making love, as they both have admitted they are young and attractive, and this should be the natural course of events. Georgia is a make-up artist, and older, believing she has much wisdom to impart.

I could put the monologue right hee, but you should run over to Ms. Meddaugh’s site and get it (for free).

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Though written for a female character, I’m pretty sure a male performer could do this, no problem.

For more of Meddaugh’s monologues, please check here.. If you want to read some Theatre Horror Stories, here they are.

Join us next week for another rip-roarin’ monologue!

Theatre Horror Stories

Theatre Horror Story: Big City Folk (don’t know how to use a phone)

I’m a playwright and translator. A devout memeber of the Dramatists Guild. My plays have been produced across the country and in a couple places overseas.

I applied to a devleopment opportunity in New York City. Never been there before. Often I am outside the US and when I’m in the US, it’s not in New York City. It’s a lot closer to Salt Lake City. My play is about Mormon lesbians taking down Trump. It is the universal story.

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So I applied to the opportunity via Submittable and I got a response:

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A couple of things: a) I’m not a subway ride away from this theatre and b) My name has never been, is not, nor will never be “Leigh.”

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Oh, yeah, my play is called The Great Porn Caper. And it is awesome. You should probably know by now my name is Bryan. I’m the guy running this blog. Or maybe it runs me.

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Oh STFU. You meant “Leigh” – and I should explain that yes, this is indeed a self-production residency, but they’re supposed to provide the place, the tools, and the know-how (they call it a mentorship).

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I really wanted to say I was located in his garage. That would just be creepy. But I told him the truth.

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Thanks for explaining this to me. Because I’m a child and don’t understand things. Talking down to people is so sexy!

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Thank god for emoticons.

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Hehehe.

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I totally put the name and theatre up there, but then I wussed out. Meh. I’m going to use carbs to deal with my negative emotions:

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I picked my poison, thank you very much.

And no, I don’t have plans to go to NYC. Especially not for this über-tugs.

This isn’t the worst horror story I have. Hell, it ain’t even the most entertaining, but it is symbolic of the innate spankshaftedness of American theatre arrogance.

Do you have a theatre horror story??? Feel free to share it. You can remain anonymous.

Meanwhile, we still have Unknown Playwrights, monologues and more horror stories.

Thank you!!!!