New Monologues by Josh Weckesser
Friday, August 21, 2009
Josh Weckesser's monologues have long been a feature of the Database - and now, there are even more to choose from. New pieces have been added to the existing Thomas page. Two new monologues from Gray Matter have also been added - Seth's monologue about Paul's death, and Paul's post-mortem monologue. And, finally, the monologues you've all been waiting for - excerpts from Weckesser's Untitled Autobiography:
JOSH:
Eventually, I fell in love. I was the ripe old age of fifteen. She was the first girl that really ever talked to me. It was meant to be. I was young, I was stupid. How could I have known what love was at the age of fifteen? How can you ever know what love it? I mean seriously, if any Joe from middle Illinois could figure out all of the mysteries of love by the age of fifteen, why would poets write endless verses if it was so easy? It's an issue that every human being must tackle and this is how I went about tackling it. This, ladies and gentlemen is Shanell. Why is she made out of wood? It is a representation of how I remember her. Here we have Shanell, in all of her glory. What I can remember is what she looked like. This is who I fell in love with. It was rather pitiful. It went something like this: Shanell actually existed. Like I said, I was young, I was stupid and I 'liked' her. So, what I did was interpret everything she did and said as some sort of positive, in my favor, action. Therefore, I basically made up her personality, and fell in love with the personality. Life is a matter of perception. I even wrote poetry. Original poetry. But I'm not going to subject you to that. Did I really know her? No. Was I really in love with her? No. Does it really count? No. So we can move on!
TODD:
...I know what moves within young men's hearts: Confusion. Look at yourself for example. You know you liked her then, you're sure of that. But, thinking back, you can't understand why. You know what all of your friends said, and, looking back, you realize they were right. But, at the time, you thought they couldn't be more wrong. You know better now, but you didn't know better then. You were confused then, and you're confused now. I mean, it's not like I'm saying it's only young men. Young women, too. And old men and women. All people. All people are confused. It's just that when we get older we're more able to deal with it, able to put words to it, mask our confusion from the world, even from ourselves.
 
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