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You've just told me some high memories
in your mind. Want to hear mine?
They're all connected with the sea. Um,
here's one. I was on the squarehead
square rigger bound for Buenos Aries. A
full moon in the trades. The old hooker
driving 14 knots.
I I lay on the bow sprit facing a stern.
The water foaming into spoon under me
and and the mass with their sails white
in the moonlight towering high above me.
I became drunk with the beauty and the
singing rhythm of it. And for a moment I
lost myself. Actually lost my life.
I was set free.
I dissolved into the sea. Became the
white sails and the flying spray. Became
beauty and rhythm. Became the moonlight
in the ship and the high dim starred
sky.
I belonged without past or future,
within this peace and unity, in this
wild joy,
within something greater than my own
life or the life of man, to life itself
to God, if you want to put it that way.
And several other times in my life when
I was swimming far out or lying on the
beach alone, I experienced the same
thing.
I became the sun and the hot sand and
the green seaweed anchored to the rock
swaying in the tide. Like a saint's
vision of beatitude
like
the veil of things as they seem drawn
back by some
unseen hand.
And for a second you see
and seeing the secret are the secret.
For a second there's meaning
and then the hand lets the veil fall
and you're alone
wandering through the fog.
It was a great mistake my being born a
man. I've been much more successful as a
seagull or a fish.
As it is, I always be a stranger who can
never really feel at home,
can never really want, was never really
wanted,
can never really belong,
must always be a little in love with
death.
Thank you very much.
Lie down.
Um,
this is another one of those monologues
where it's a very very well-known
monologue in that this monologue has
done a lot. Um, because it's a really
wonderful piece and because O'Neal is
the character
uh Edmund is O'Neal and he of course is
one of our greatest playwrights,
greatest poets because he writes so
poetically. So that's part of the danger
is that there's a kind of poetry
to this piece
and I think it's hard to not sort of get
a little bit pulled by that which is
perfectly fine. But I think also what
ends up often happening in this piece
and any kind of piece where you're
working with somebody a great writer and
there's a kind of you know stature is
that you tend to forget
the person you're talking to and in this
case Edmond is talking to his father and
his father has actually just done
something which has prompted this whole
revelation.
which is his father has just been more
honest with him, more open with him and
admitted something about his own life
that he has never ever said to anyone
before.
Ever.
And they're also drinking.
So again, that's the reason he tells
this story.
is because this is his attempt to
return the favor.
This is his attempt to give a gift to
his father.
But somewhere along the way, I think
when you hear it, when you when I really
listen to these words, when he finally
gets to the point where he says, "But
then the veil drops
and you're back to reality."
Why? Why is that?
Why does he say that?
You can only stay in that ecstasy and
that enlightenment and that seeing
something for so long. You got to go
back.
Yes. It's entirely possible that this
whole piece is him just remembering and
him just talking away and being in
another world and going off into this
poetic thing and then cutting himself
off at a certain point and saying, "But
then, you know, uh, life takes over and
it isn't what you [ __ ] hoped." And
what's those last lines where he says,
"Um, I would have been much better as a
I've been much more successful as a
single." What if, and this is just a a
possibility, but what if he's going
along
and he's sharing this incredible
experience that he had on this board
this ship and this other time, this
other time when he was this other thing,
and he's he's expressing himself to his
father.
But at a certain point,
you see, your father just doesn't get
it.
He just doesn't have any [ __ ] idea
what you're talking about.
And that's the reality. And that's the
veil coming down. And that's why you
would have been much [ __ ] better as a
[ __ ] fish or a seagull because you
can't ever get through to him ever. And
that the whole piece is about trying to
reach him and thinking that maybe in
this moment you finally will because he
just opened himself up to you in a way
you've never experienced
and now you want to open yourself up to
him and halfway through it.
Doesn't matter that he doesn't say
anything. It doesn't matter that he it's
the way he is.
He's not hearing it. He's not getting
it. He's not and he doesn't.
And that I think
is a
slightly more active
and
real thing to grab on to in the context
of doing this piece that it's about him
and then it's about the disappointment
of him and then it's about the
disappointment of life and it all
happens right in front of you. It is not
some poetic fantasy happening from some
memory. It's happening in front of you.
And that I believe will make the scene
alive.
So the reason I asked you to lie on the
ground is because this is how I want you
to be. But I want you to roll over and
start the scene as if instead of playing
cards just because it's
different. You and your father are
playing chess
and you're lying on the ground and
there's a drink and yeah, you're fairly
drunk, but I don't want I don't want you
to play drunk because I don't think
that's what the scene's about.
But this whole notion that you're just
not wandering around and having a
memory, but you're trying to communicate
with this man who is literally right
next to you lying on the ground with
you. You're trying to get through to him
to make him see who you are, understand
you in a way that he's never understood
you. And do that. And then at a certain
point, I want you to see
in him.
It's never been clear.
And that's where I'd like to see the
shift happen. But I think all of this is
very, very deep and personal and not
flowery and performancelike.
So try it again.
You just told me some high spots in your
memories.
Want to hear mine?
They're all connected with the sea.
Here's one. Um,
I was on the squarehead square wigger
rigger bound for buenus areas. A full
moon in the trades. The old hooker
driving 14 knots.
I lay on the bow sprit facing a stern
and the water foaming into spew under me
and the mess with all their sails white
in the moonlight
towering high above.
I became drunk with the beauty and the
singing rhythm of it. And and for a
moment I lost myself.
I actually lost my life.
I was set free.
I dissolved in the sea and and became
the white sails and and the flying spray
became beauty and rhythm became the
moonlight and the ship and high dim star
sky.
I
belonged without past or future
within peace and unity in this wild joy
within something greater than my own
life or the life of man to life itself
to God if you want to put it that way.
Several other times in my life when I
was swimming out or lying on the beach
alone I experienced the same thing.
I
became the sun, became the hot sand,
became the green seaweed anchored to the
rock swaying in the dark.
Like a saint's vision of beatitude,
like the veil of things as they seem
drawn back by some unseen hand. And for
a second you see
seeing the secret
or the secret
for a second there's meaning
and then the hand lets the veil fall.
You're alone,
wandering through the fault.
It was a great mistake my being born a
man.
I've been much more successful as a
seagull or fish.
Excellent. Thank you so much. Very nice.
Now,
it's really really interesting. Tell
tell me about the what you just
experienced in not doing it sort of
wandering and remembering but actually
talking directly. What's the
first time that I did and the way that I
was thinking about it before you know
you said you know about the personal
aspects of it I was thinking this is his
grand gesture this big reveal to his
father where he was like just you know
modlin and and just kind of spewing but
then I realized no he's he's saying
these things in a very concerted way. He
has he has so much meaning and poignance
to what he's saying. It's all pointed.
It's all exact. There's nothing
superfluous. And I was treating some of
the words superfluously. And I took my
time and I said,
"Everything he's saying, he's trying to
convey this exact thing to his father."
And then we know when you gave me that
thing where he's not listening and he's
never going to get it.
It's just it's such an Thank you so
much. Thank you so much. It's just an
interesting thing when we,
you know, it's the thing about
monologues, too, which is that we get up
and we're, you know, performing alone
and we tend to forget
why we're saying what we're saying, who
we're doing it to, what kind of reaction
we're hoping for versus the one we might
get. You know, life is full of
disappointments.
Theater lives on disappointments.
characters survive on disappointments.
So, it's always that sense of
remembering why you're doing it, who
you're doing it to, what is it about,
what are you looking for,
and does it ever come? And very often it
doesn't. But it's a very, very, very
great adjustment.
Very good adjustment.
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