Prompt: Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the role self-perception plays when individuals seek to reconcile the conflict between illusion and reality. Mirrors are cruel, for they[…]
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A Streetcar Named Desire Cold Critical: The Falsity of Perception
The Falsity of Perception Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the interplay between how individuals perceive themselves and are perceived by others
My Rosenkavalier
The following is a diary entry where Blanche explains why she didn’t want to let the newspaper boy go; whom he reminded her of; and why she kissed him. Dear Diary, Time and again[…]
The Last Card (Blanche’s Monologue)
This scene takes place after Blanche has been raped. She is alone in the washroom, reflecting on what has happened.
First impressions
Task – “From Stanley’s point of view, write a monologue describing his first impression of Blanche after their first meeting” //Me, being my short-film crazy self, adapted the monologue into a full-blown script, I hope[…]
Art Movements within Theatrics
The illusion of color; a debate in as whether or not the colors one individual sees is the same as what another perceives. That is, is the red that I see simply a green[…]
Un Chat
You cannot live with a paw in each world. -Erin Hunter, Into the Wild A simple walk through the park. The same park she had strolled through happily day after day. The same park where she[…]
The Moth and the Butterfly
Blanche DuBois, in Tennessee William’s A Streetcar Named Desire, is initially described as a “delicate beauty [who] must avoid a strong light.” There is said to be “something about her uncertain manner, as well as[…]
Butterfly
A 16-year-old Blanche DuBois walks dreamily down a long, hot street in Laurel. She is stunning; her neck is as long as a swan’s, her hair the purest kind of blond, her eyes bright blue and[…]
Desire vs. Love
I have never cried over a book, but after reading Tennessee William’s A Streetcar Named Desire, something hit me. I pored over the text trying to understand what it was that made me so upset[…]