Final project for lost monologue
Final project for lost monologue
Below is a monologue of fictional character settings in the Shakespeare play, which was created as the last project of the teaching Shakespeare class.
The radiance, akin to heavenly grace,
descended from the lofty ceiling,
gently cascading upon the stage like angels,
casting a divine glow upon us
In this cherished realm where plays find my solace and grace.
Mine own sanctuary, where crowds would cheer and admire,
Each cherished moment, in my memory enshrined,
In this treasured realm, where time is engraved.
For in this theater, where my dream came true.
Oh, the wretched plight of mine, a plea, anger
For in this world, gold governs all decrees.
To revel in theater, to savor art's charms,
I must count my coins lest I face tragedy.
Like an ornament, adorning, still and cold,
Prince Hamlet, too, doth find pleasure in verse,
Composing and reciting at mirthful gatherings, immersed.
But the play he asked of bears death fate,
Predicting ruin for our theater's destiny.
A noble's pastime, gambling,
But as love for art grows, more artists are sacrificed.
The stage, once vibrant, doth vanish like a dream,
As their amusement consumes, art's essence doth deem.
But I, through tears and toil, devoted my life to these scenes,
The stage is a realm of dreams and fought confrontation.
How many suns have set behind the veils as I stood with ardor,
Passionate, anxious, and hopeful behind the velvet curtains?
Actors, in desperation, their roles they portray,
We dance, weep, laugh, and recite lines with might,
We must force laughter in times of sorrow's sway,
And shed tears when the audience wants to laugh.
Behind the scenes, we ready ourselves with trepidation,
Awaiting the show's moment, filled with anticipation.
For the stage is our realm, where passion unfolds,
And as actors, we strive to bring the tale it holds.
Like a spinning mandala, it shall endure the test of God,
For even if I depart, my writing may forever shine.
Round and round it goes, this tale of mine,
Enveloped in eternity's embrace, it shall forever twine.
As I venture into the realms of the infinite,
My love for my country shall resound and transmit.
Through ages past and ages to come,
My story, a beacon of love, shall never succumb.
Draft of my lost Monologue with Hans
Now, next week, the second semester final of my master's program will finally come to an end. Below is a monologue draft prepared as part of preparations for the final. This class will create a fictional character from Shakespeare's plays, analyze the character of the fictional character, and create a monologue led by that character. This work was a big challenge for me as English is not my first language for a semester. However, as I prepare and study little by little, I am happy that I can finally prepare a monologue draft. Hans here is a fictional character I created.
I continued writing in a calm and analytical tone by substituting a fictional character named Hans for a pragmatic character among Shakespeare's four humorous characters. However, he is a member of the theater troupe and is the actor's director who leads the play in charge of the play that Prince Hamlet asked him to do. Through him, I made a monologue targeting Hans because I wanted to talk about his anguish and passion for art.
The lights come from the ceiling, go down the stage like an angel, and focus on the stage. I've always stood here and loved the play.
My own space where many audiences cheered and admired. The stage I dreamed of was like golden confetti, our glory. Our prime. But I'm always counting money. Without money, I can't do anything, theater, and even art. King loves art but treats it like a picture frame on the wall.
Prince Hamlet also likes poetry. He writes and reads poems at parties. But the play he asked me about will destroy our theater. A noble's hobby. A noble's game. The more they love art, the more artists are sacrificed, and the stage disappears like an illusion. They laugh, talk, clap, squint, and consume art like a gamble. They don't really understand what art is.
But I had to shed tears and sweat all my life for this piece. The stage is like a dream, a battlefield; sometimes, it becomes paradise. Like a treadmill, I went on stage for a living every day. How many days do I spend behind the curtains on the stage, passionate, nervous, and hopeful?
Actors act desperately. The play is our everything. We dance, laugh, cry, and act lines. People watch our play, but they see just a dance. We must laugh when we're sad and cry when the audience wants to laugh. Behind the scenes, we prepare for the show with bated breath. The curtains open, light shines on the stage, and we exist.
Even if it disappears like smoke, I must show our lives... born, loved, lived, and gone like smoke, like our life. Actions and chapters passed just like actors like plays. So today, I am writing my story. Even if I disappear one day, my writing may remain forever. It may remain forever like a spinning mandala and tell the world about my life, passion, and stage. And it keeps going around and around.
In the end, I will go into eternity and go round and round, and finally, I will spread my love for my country.
Children who have lost their freedom to draw
Today's online art class for Myanmar orphanage children is the last class of 6 sections. Since this is the last class, I prepared a drawing class with a project called 'Wish List' with the hope that the children will live without losing hope.
This project is to have children draw a simple gift box, and when they open the gift box, they see a wish list they want inside. It's a very simple game where anyone can get the wish box they want with just a piece of paper and crayons.
But even this simple class was not allowed to Myanmar children today. The director of the orphanage informed us that they cannot attend classes with the lights on today. It is said that the control of the military is getting worse, so they have to take classes with the lights off. And the surveillance of the military, there were three children who came to class today. In a word, these three are brave children who risked everything for art class. The director asked if it would be okay if there were three people. After answering, of course, that it was enough, I proceeded with the class.
It has become a wish list class for 3 brave children who love art. I hope this class will give them real hope. And I think their love of art has already been rewarded. The children are well aware of how difficult and painful their situation is, but they do not lose their smiles. Their lovely bright smiles shone like candles in a dark room. Rather, this bright light comforted me.
A new class session starts in June. I hope that the monitoring of military units will be eased so that they can enjoy classes again. This is one of my biggest wish lists.
Write like Shakespeare
Write like Shakespeare
More than half of the lines in Shakespeare's plays are in the form of verse, and more than 80% are in verse, because 22 out of 38 plays are written. “Macbeth” is 95% filled with verse. The verse form of Shakespeare's lines is mainly used for the formal expression of thoughts and feelings by the main characters. Iambic pentatonic zero rhyme refers to poems in which the rhythm of five units connects weakly and strongly without rhyme.
Below is an iambic pentatonic empty poem made in modern and archaic English. I reconstructed this in the form of a letter from Hans, a fictional character I created after learning Shakespeare's plays.
Look in /your mirror/tell me/today/in my heart.
Be hold/ thy glass/ tell me/ to-day/ within my bosom
-Rather than starting with ‘Look in’, starting with an archaic language ‘be hold’ helps to give rhythm using the iambic pentameter. Also, I changed the heart to an archaic, and the ‘B’ at the beginning and the ‘B’ at the end match very well.
To/ deceive me/ and take away/ the joy/ of spectators
Un-to/ beguile me/and rob/the glee/ on-lookers
-By replacing ‘to’ with an archaic language, it is easy to apply iambic. Then ‘beguile’ and ‘rob’ add rhythm to their pronunciation. ‘Glee’ is more lively than Joy. Rather than the spectators, which is a modern language, On-Rooker helps divide into two notes with iambic.
or become /self/ the /mirror /of narcissism.
Or become/myself/the/glass/of narcissism
- The following sentence is good because it expresses the property of a ‘mirror’ that ‘glass’ is easier to pronounce than ‘mirror’ and that something breaks more easily than reflection. Narcissism, which follows, is a term defined in modern psychiatry, so there was a limit to turning it into an archaic language.
Calls /back the/ joyful/ summer of /my heyday.
Calls/back the/gleeful/summer of/my prime
-I especially like the term prime rather than hey day. It feels like something noble, glorious, and beautifully sparkling.
To yearn/ for the world/ or become /one with /the grave
To long/for the world/or become/one with/the tomb
-Personally, I think term better expresses the gloomy and dark atmosphere of the ‘tomb’ than ‘Grave’s’ tomb.
Like the dewy/ dew of /the early /morning melting/dissolving disappearing.
Like the dewy/dawning tears of/the betimes/morning melting/dissolving disappearing.
- I changed the second dew part into an archaic language to prevent the same pronunciation from appearing too much. However, morning melting, dissolving disappearing, and add to the sense of rhythm when pronounced together, so I left them in the modern language.
Or /like a friendly cheater/the world is /too/cruel
Or/like a kindly deceiver/the world is/too/ruthless.
- I find that the deceiver sounds more classy than the modern ‘cheater’. Also, since the last pronunciation of ‘Ruthless’ in ‘Cruel’ is ‘S’, I adopted it because it gave me the feeling of grinding the teeth.
To my /reflection do/ I speak /with art,
Unto my/image do/I declare/with craft,
- It is much easier to hit iambic pentameter by replacing the ‘to’ with the ‘unto’. Also, when I changed art to craft, it was nice that the pronunciation matched with the previous declare.
That in /my heart's /eye/ I do /plainly see,
That in/my soul's/glance/I do/plainly see,
- For example, I liked that ‘Glance ‘put iambic in the letters rather than ‘eye’
And thus/with words/ of truth/ and /purity,
And hence/with term/of truth/ and/ inte-grity,
- In this part, the use of archaic language shines. Because it is good for iambic pentameter.
From this place,/ to soothe/ my soul /and play /my part.
Hence/to soothe/my soul/and gamble/my part.
- I wanted to mean that the /play/ part in Hans' letter can be a simple play, but it is also like a /gamble/ deciding whether to live or die. In that sense, in an archaic language, ‘Gamble’ seems very suitable.
Myungja Anna Koh