I have finally met a man who I was able to share my most painful secrets with; I finally spoke about the love of my life: Allan and the way he was taken from me. Mitch is able to accept me for who I am, neither for my looks nor my body. Back in hotel Flamingo I was someone who was living through the desire to be wanted, to be loved again like the way I was with Allan…I didn’t find what I was looking for. Instead I became someone dirty, filthy, someone who is repulsive to look at, the lights are too bright. Mitch, oh Mitch. I feel safe in his arms. He is someone who can protect me, I need that. Although I must admit I feel no deep feelings of passion with him I’ve realised that I have a connection with Mitch which I may not share with any other man. He is thoughtful, caring and strong. There is no real love but what I need now is comfort- God has given me this chance.
I don’t know what is wrong with me, I think I want to be with Mitch but when he tries to get closer to me, I pull away. The last time I was intimate with someone was during my time at hotel Flamingo. The memories of that place are frightening. I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to be that person again. I don’t need to go there to be loved; I have Mitch now to be that person. Love? No, I certainly know what love is, that feeling of living in the moment, for that one person who you belong to entirely- that was Allan. Mitch has a different feeling; he is more of a protector than a real lover. I can’t deny that his physicality is attractive but that is all. He isn’t the intelligent type, I feel like we sometime misunderstand each other. I never had that problem with Allan, he had a way with words. He was able to put me under a spell with the poems he wrote me. If I got a love letter from Mitch what would it be like? Tenderness and caring, yes certainly. But words that will make my heart race, I doubt it. So what does this mean? I don’t believe that I’m using Mitch. I just feel so lonely and scared that opening myself up to him might not be a good idea. But I can’t stay here forever, Stella has chosen Stanley over me, my own sister has betrayed me. I guess you lose all rationality when you’re in love; I use to know that feeling. Mitch is the only person I can really hold onto, someone who will look after me. Although our evening wasn’t the most eventful, at least I wasn’t alone. If that streetcar named Desire is still grinding along the tracks than there is still hope. Hope that I will feel desire once again.
Well done Shameema. I realise that this kind of task is not the easiest but you have made a sound attempt her and I think you have made some progress.
ReplyDeleteThe key things to remember in this writing emulation is that there is no one right answer or way of writing. What there is, which is vital to acknowledge is a basic method for success.
Draw on your knowledge of character, narrative and language used in the play. try to find a consistent and appropriate tone and develop it through the task. Incorporate language features you have noticed in the characters speech from previous scenes. Most importantly, if you know the character well, then put yourself in their position and try to think the way they do.
So, with this in mind you have shown knowledge of character and narrative and understand in part the way she feels about Mitch.
Ebi - not sure that you have found the right tone regarding Allan, perhaps you retread the same ideas a few times and I just wondered if there was room to explore other ideas: truth and lies, Stella and Stanley etc.