The ‘monologue’ word comes from the Greek words “mono” and “logos” which means “one word”, it is a linguist act designed to transport/convey information by one person directly addressing the audience. In a monologue the thespian needs to be alone, however, none of the other cast speaks. Although when an actor/actress is alone, perhaps thinking out loud, this is a soliloquy, not a monologue.
There are two basic types of monologue that can be performed, these are a;
Exterior monologue: Whereby the actor speaks to another person, who is not in the performance space and who is not in the audience.
Interior Monologue: This is where the actor speaks to himself or herself. It is examining their own sensory and perceptual experiences and reveals the inner motives/thoughts to the audience. This is commonly used in stream of consciousness (stream of consciousness indicates a library technique (works of fiction using certain techniques to tell a story)) writing.
A monologue is an art form in and of its self, but it is always part of a bigger, dialogue-based play. It is a provision of another point or angle in relating to the audience and revealing the character’s inner life, motives and emotions.
My own written monologue is about Edward just after he’s meet Mickey, it shows his emotions towards Mickey, how incredible the coincidence is that they have the same birth date and how angry/annoyed he feels toward Mrs Lyons and Mrs Johnstone when whenever they meet they instantly split them up and stop them playing.
My Monologue:
Born on the same day, fancy that?
July the 18th, so we made a pact
Blood brothers forever joined by blood
Forever more standing by him
And he’s standing by me
He’s a jolly old chap, he’s smashing great
The F word, a plate in his head
But most of all being PISSED OFF!!
He’s super fun but dead careful he knows
How to play count to ten and you’ll be on your way……
That’s his favourite game
But I’m not allowed to play anymore
Because mummy says so
Whenever we meet, Mrs Johnstone or mummy splits us up
An excuse, bed time or something like that
But I don’t mind because were blood brothers
Blood brothers forever and ever so it’s all alright.
So when mummy comes and spoils the fun
I really…. really want her to…to… F off!!!!
But it’s not fair she always wins
And anyway I’m only seven
Only seven and a bit……