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A fun and very precise piece of script from Alice Birch's Revolt. She Said. Revolt again.
I thought I would include the text so you can see how Alice has precisely written the tempo, thoughts and hesitation into her language.
Text:
REVOLUTIONIZE THE WORLD. (DO NOT
MARRY.)
I don't understand why you're so - I just. I.
I wasn't expecting it.
It's not the. Sweetheart. It's not the uhhh. Sort of thing. You
Expect. Or look Out for.
Or.
Or.
Think About.
Ever.
We've never talked about it.
Ever.
Except at my Mum's uhhhh funeral Actually, and because it wasn't
Because that wasn't a
Romantic - I didn't - a Romantic Setting, I'd sort of maybe not really registered that as a a a a a Thing you might be - I mean, I was trying to talk about Anything so that I didn't have to think about her Dead Fucking Body the other side of a a a curtain from us and our conversation and those those Brown Shoes you were wearing, those totally awful Brown shoes you'd Found and put
on and worn to my Mother's funeral as though your sole objective that day was to make me Cry More Not Less I'm sorry, I don't mean that - you're my world my yadda yadda but the point is so I, I mean, we could have been talking about about Anything or or or or Any - so, so if that was you being Serious, if that was you introducing that concept To our relationship at that point then I did not take that seriously and I'm sorry.
.
Except I'm Not fucking sorry because that was astonishingly
poorly timed on your part.
.
I'm sorry. I am sorry for my language - I'm sorry about [that]
It was.
It was - I'm trying to find a
Words to.
.
What just happened was like
Was like.
It was like - what it was like was, was
Okay. So.
What I'm Feeling is.
What it was Like was if - Imagine if, okay - Imagine
If I just like, One Day
This is just - and this is just me Expressing how I'm feeling
Imagine if I one day - and this is it - if I one day
Waltzed in and was like. Like. Poppet. Sweetheart. Nightingale of mine and heart's desire. I love you. I love you to the edges of this earth and back, I love you body and heart and soul, I love you and I reckon to express this love, we should go and blow up the local Sainsbury's.
.
And then I Presented you
with a Massive Bomb
Upon a Vest.
.
On Bended Knee.
.
And Prior to this, okay, Prior to this moment, this Bended Knee moment, let's imagine that the only conversation we had ever had about Bombing or or or Suicide Bombers in any sense, was, in fact, a sort of vague chat in which maybe one of us might have expressed slightly hesitant but not entirely unpredictable - given our bleeding-heart liberalism - empathy towards said suicide bombers who had lost everything in a war that you and I from our privileged position understand very little about in any real sense at least - and I'm proud of that empathy, that empathy is a Good Thing - but Imagine though, imagine, that that slightly vague experience had been, in fact, the only conversation we had Ever had about bombing and then in I stroll with a suicide vest and suggest that we go and blow up the local supermarket in the sort
of tone that suggested that that had been the plan all along - I mean, imagine your surprise.
Imagine
your surprise.
*I didn't Suggest that we blow up a supermarket / together -*
/ Of course you didn't - that was a fu - that was a Metaphor, that
was a I wish you had.
2 окт 2024
