|
Monologue |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Monologue An excerpt from Blood and Semen The monologue by Wolf Larsen Does the monologue begin with a woman's buttocks flying through the O'Hare Airport to India? The highway from the South Side of Chicago through all the impulse of high-rises pouring to India? The monologue begins in the Amazon Rainforest and the South Side ofChicago at the same time. A rush of my spermatozoa oh those sun-filled tits! But first the monologue has to begin and end in the samemoment. We begin with prostitution politics and things like that and then we splatter all the lushness and ecstasy and soaring of the human race and its history against the wall and we call it art or graffiti or we call it creativity or a crime and the audience is falling down hundreds of floors and the audience is rising millions of thunderstorms and the monologue stabs and stabs the actor with all the paradise of question marks and exclamation points sailing like boats and rocket ships out of the audience's eyes. You have to climb up a volcano while its exploding lava all over you. You have to walk screaming fires and visions as you fly to Warsaw or Mumbai or the moon - whooopeeeee - HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA Copyright 2006 by Wolf Larsen
Monologue
The monologue Blood & Semen is not available for purchase yet. However, feel free to buy his book of poetry below.
Now
available on Amazon.com
Click to buy the poetry book Eulogy for the Human Race
Monologue
Other Wolf Larsen web pages |
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||