Searching for a "new" way to present a monologue from Shelagh Delaney's A Taste of Honey
Focus on the complexity of Helen, a character who is often seen as "crude" but can be played with surprising tenderness. Caption Idea: a taste of honey monologue new
This is the new taste. Not of honey. Of now. Of saying fuck it and eating dessert first in the apocalypse. Of forgiving her. Of forgiving myself. Of admitting that even a broken world can have a sweet spot, if you’re not too proud to lick your own fingers. Searching for a "new" way to present a
She’s gone again. My mother. Helen. Off with that fancy man, Peter. He smells of Old Spice and lies, the expensive kind. She thinks she’s found a ticket out of the rain, but she’s just traded one damp room for another, hasn't she? She thinks she’s a sophisticated woman of the world, but really, she’s just a girl who’s frightened of the quiet. She can’t sit still. If the room stops spinning, she thinks she’s dying. Of now