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Seminar Handout 3 - 3A - 2016
Seminar Handout 3 - 3A - 2016
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?
.
Bogdan Ioan
Corina Misu
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
TENNESSEEWILLIAMS,ASTREETCARNAMEDDESIRE
EXCERPT#1
AndreeaMoruzan
BiancaFerdinand
TheexteriorofatwostorycornerbuildingonastreetinNewOrleanswhich
isnamedElysianFieldsandrunsbetweentheL&Ntracksandthesectionis
poorbut,unlikecorrespondingsectionsinotherAmericancities,ithasa
raffishcharm.Thehousesaremostlywhiteframe,weatheredgrey,with
ricketyoutsidestairsandgalleriesandquaintlyornamentedgables.This
buildingcontainstwoflats,upstairsanddown.Fadedwhitestairsascendto
theentrancesofboth.
ItisfirstdarkofaneveningearlyinMay.Theskythatshowsaroundthedim
whitebuildingisapeculiarlytenderblue,almostaturquoise,whichinvests
thescenewithakindoflyricismandgracefullyattenuatestheatmosphereof
decay.Youcanalmostfeelthewarmbreathofthebrownriverbeyondthe
riverwarehouseswiththeirfaintredolencesofbananasandcoffee.A
correspondingairisevokedbythemusicofNegroentertainersataballroom
aroundthecorner.InthispartofNewOrleansyouarepracticallyalways
justaroundthecorner,orafewdoorsdownthestreet,fromatinnypiano
beingplayedwiththeinfatuatedfluencyofbrownfingers.This"BluePiano"
expressesthespiritofthelifewhichgoesonhere.
[]Blanchecomesaroundthecorner,carryingavalise.Shelooksata
slipofpaper,thenatthebuilding,thenagainattheslipandagainatthe
building.Herexpressionisoneofshockeddisbelief.Herappearanceis
incongruoustothissetting.Sheisdaintilydressedinawhitesuitwitha
fluffybodice,necklaceandearringsofpearl,whiteglovesandhat,
lookingasifshewerearrivingatasummerteaorcocktailpartyinthe
gardendistrict.SheisaboutfiveyearsolderthanStella.Herdelicate
beautymustavoidastronglight.Thereissomethingabouther
uncertainmanner,aswellasherwhiteclothes,thatsuggestsamoth.]
EUNICE[finally]:What'sthematter,honey?Areyoulost?
BLANCHE[withfaintlyhystericalhumor]:Theytoldmetotakeastreet
carnamedDesire,andthentransfertoonecalledCemeteriesandridesix
blocksandgetoffatElysianFields!
EUNICE:That'swhereyouarenow.
BLANCHE:AtElysianFields?
EUNICE:ThishereisElysianFields.
BLANCHE:Theymustn'thaveunderstoodwhatnumberIwanted...
EUNICE:Whatnumberyoulookin'for?
[Blanchewearilyreferstotheslipofpaper.]
BLANCHE:Sixthirtytwo.
EUNICE:Youdon'thavetolooknofurther.
BLANCHE[uncomprehendingly1:I'mlookingformysister,StellaDuBois.I
meanMrs.StanleyKowalski.
EUNICE:That'stheparty.Youjustdidmissher,though.
BLANCHE:Thiscanthisbeherhome?
EUNICE:She'sgotthedownstairshereandIgottheup.[]Shewasn't
expectingyou?
BLANCHE:No.No,nottonight.
EUNICE:Well,whydon'tyoujustgoinandmakeyourselfathometilltheyget
back.
BLANCHE:HowcouldIdothat?
EUNICE:WeownthisplacesoIcanletyouin.
[Shegetsupandopensthedownstairsdoor.Alightgoesonbehindtheblind,
turningitlightblue.Blancheslowlyfollowsherintothedownstairsflat.The
surroundingareasdimoutastheinteriorislighted.]
EXCERPT#2
AndreeaPeia
CameliaBordencea
BLANCHE:What'sinyourmind?Iseesomethinginyoureyes!
MITCH[gettingup]:It'sdarkinhere.
BLANCHE:Ilikeitdark.Thedarkiscomfortingtome.
MITCH:Idon'tthinkIeverseenyouinthelight.[Blanchelaughs
breathlessly]That'safact!
BLANCHE:Isit?
MITCH:I'veneverseenyouintheafternoon.
BLANCHE:Whosefaultisthat?
MITCH:Youneverwanttogooutintheafternoon.
BLANCHE:Why,Mitch,you'reattheplantintheafternoon!
MITCH:
NotSundayafternoon.I'veaskedyoutogooutwithmesometimeson
Sundaysbutyoualwaysmakeanexcuse.Youneverwanttogoouttillafter
sixandthenit'salwayssomeplacethat'snotlightedmuch.
BLANCHE:ThereissomeobscuremeaninginthisbutIfailtocatchit.
MITCH:WhatitmeansisI'veneverhadarealgoodlookatyou,Blanche.Let's
turnthelightonhere.
BLANCHE[fearfully]:Light?Whichlight?Whatfor?
MITCH:Thisonewiththepaperthingonit.[Hetearsthepaperlanternoff
thelightbulb.Sheuttersafrightenedgasp.]
BLANCHE:Whatdidyoudothatfor?
MITCH:SoIcantakealookatyougoodandplain!
BLANCHE:Ofcourseyoudon'treallymeantobeinsulting!
MITCH:No,justrealistic.
BLANCHE:Idon'twantrealism.Iwantmagic![Mitchlaughs]Yes,yes,magic!
Itrytogivethattopeople.Imisrepresentthingstothem.Idon'ttelltruth,I
tellwhatoughttobetruth.Andifthatissinful,thenletmebedamnedforit
Don'tturnthelighton!
[Mitchcrossestotheswitch.Heturnsthelightonandstaresather.She
criesoutandcoversherface.Heturnsthelightoffagain.]
EXCERPT#3
MariaBarbulescu
AlexandruBurca
BLANCHE:
WhatyouaretalkingaboutisbrutaldesirejustDesire!thenameofthatrattletrapstreetcarthatbangs
throughtheQuarter,uponeoldnarrowstreetanddownanother...
STELLA:
Haven'tyoueverriddenonthatstreetcar?
BLANCHE:
Itbroughtmehere.WhereI'mnotwantedandwhereI'mashamedtobe...
STELLA:
Thendon'tyouthinkyoursuperiorattitudeisabitoutofplace?
BLANCHE:
Iamnotbeingorfeelingatallsuperior,Stella.BelievemeI'mnot!It'sjustthis.ThisishowIlookatit.
Amanlikethatissomeonetogooutwithoncetwicethreetimeswhenthedevilisinyou.Butlivewith?
Haveachildby?
STELLA:
IhavetoldyouIlovehim.
BLANCHE:
ThenItrembleforyou!Ijusttrembleforyou....
STELLA:.
Ican'thelpyourtremblingifyouinsistontrembling!
[Thereisapause.]
BLANCHE:
MayIspeakplainly?
STELLA:
Yes,do.Goahead.Asplainlyasyouwantto.
[Outside,atrainapproaches.Theyaresilenttillthenoisesubsides.Theyarebothinthebedroom..
Undercoverofthetrain'snoiseStanleyentersfromoutside.Hestandsunseenbythewomen,holding
somepackagesinhisarms,andoverhearstheirfollowingconversation.Hewearsanundershirtand
greasestainedseersuckerpants.]
BLANCHE:
Wellifyou'llforgivemehe'scommon!
STELLA:
Why,yes,Isupposeheis.
BLANCHE:
Suppose!Youcan'thaveforgottenthatmuchofourbringingup,Stella,thatyoujustsupposethatany
partofagentleman'sinhisnature!Notoneparticle,no!Oh,ifhewasjustordinary!Justplainbutgood
andwholesome,butno.There'ssomethingdownrightbestialabouthim!You'rehatingmesayingthis,
aren'tyou?
STELLA[coldly]:
Goonandsayitall,Blanche.
BLANCHE:
Heactslikeananimal,hasananimal'shabits!Eatslikeone,moveslikeone,talkslikeone!There'seven
somethingsubhumansomethingnotquitetothestageofhumanityyet!Yes,somethingapelike
abouthim,likeoneofthosepicturesI'veseeninanthropologicalstudies!Thousandsandthousandsof
yearshavepassedhimrightby,andthereheisStanleyKowalskisurvivorofthestoneage!Bearing
therawmeathomefromthekillinthejungle!Andyouyouherewaitingforhim!Maybehe'llstrike
youormaybegruntandkissyou!Thatis,ifkisseshavebeendiscoveredyet!Nightfallsandtheother
apesgather!Thereinthefrontofthecave,allgruntinglikehim,andswillingandgnawingandhulkingI
Hispokernight!youcallitthispartyofapes!Somebodygrowlssomecreaturesnatchesatsomethingthe
fightison!God!MaybewearealongwayfrombeingmadeinGod'simage,butStellamysisterthere
hasbeensomeprogresssincethen!Suchthingsasartaspoetryandmusicsuchkindsofnewlighthave
comeintotheworldsincethen!Insomekindsofpeoplesometendererfeelingshavehadsomelittle
beginning!Thatwehavegottomakegrow!Andclingto,andholdasourflag!Inthisdarkmarchtoward
whateveritiswe'reapproaching....Don'tdon'thangbackwiththebrutes!