Because sometimes you don’t see the other person at first.
And then suddenly you do.
You sense something in one another.
You might not even know what it is.
In fact, probably you never know,
the connection is so deep,
beneath the place where language even starts.
And then, if you let the moment pass, it is past forever.
And what you never know is:
was this a great love or not?
Was this your one great love
that you’ve just missed.
Because each of us is given only one great love in life.
That’s what all the poets have known.
We’ve forgotten it in our times.
I think we get too caught up in our daily lives.
But people used to know:
you are born,
you have one great love,
There’s nothing else to life.
That’s why, in Romeo and Juliet,
after they find their love,
Because that’s the truth of it:
birth, love, and death,
that’s all there is.
Your great love may come at the beginning of your life,
or in the middle,
or near the end.
Or not at all.
But there is only one
and if you miss it,
you’ve missed it forever.
Found my monologue from a Charles Mee play called Summertime. It’s absolutely perfect. Wholly relatable in ways that are assuring, as much as they are unsettling. One of those elements of art you can’t help were crafted for moments such as these; where you need more than just some generic emotional template to serve a mediocre purpose. This is the purest form of personal expression, as the words within the monologue capture every nuance of the emotional spectrum.
The next month of class will be challenging.
True Detective - Six minute single take tracking shot - no edits, no cuts - Who Goes There (by Axhol3Rose)
Six minute single take that develops with breakneck pacing and tension.