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Street Car Named Desire: Epilogue
Street Car Named Desire: Epilogue
Continuation of the Tennessee Williams play "Street Car Named Desire"
Background:
Blanche, a school teacher from a rich family, catches her husband sleeping with a man. He commits suicide. She loses her inheritance. She has a string of physical affairs. Her fall from grace is sealed by a romance with a seventeen year old student. She is declared unfit to teach in her hometown. Blanche arrives in New Orleans, penniless, to stay with her sister and brother-in-law. A man named Mitch woos her, but declines to marry her once her sordid past is revealed to him. She has a mental breakdown which lands her in an insane asylum.
Blanche
Oh, Mitch. I had the most horrible nightmare last night. I was locked up in a dungeon with Zombies. These walking dead had hollow eyes. The guards came one evening and put electricity through my head. I felt like I’d ridden the ferry across the river Styx to live among the dead souls of Hades for eternity. It all seemed so real. Tell me it isn’t true Mitch! Please tell me!
Mitch
No darling. It never happened.
Blanche
But I know as sure as the blood which runs through my veins that I am a common whore. How could you forgive me for selling my body to those men? I had a different man every night back in Mississippi. Surely you find that repulsive?
Mitch
They never touched you soul. There is nothing common about you. You are a rare orchid. In a million years I could never find another woman as unique and kind as you. It riles me to talk about your past. Let’s not go there tonight.
Blanche
Oh Mitch you are a saint. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows Mitch. I see ghosts everywhere.
Mitch
Blanche if anyone else said that I’d end the friendship on account of crazy, but not you. You have a way of making madness appealing. Some-times I wish I could think like you.
Blanche
Oh my lover man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.
Mitch
I love your hallucinations. There is magic in them. I would be a lonely old man without you.
Blanche
Hey it’s Saturday night. Let’s go make love in the cemetery. We can find some soft dirt in a freshly dug grave. I promise I will deliver. I feel like wild cat tonight.
Mitch
What a creepy scenario. Let’s go back to the apartment. I’ll show you what a man I am. You won’t regret it. Graves are for the dead. Let’s let them rest in peace.
Blanche
When I’m six feet under I’d like to think lovers will make love on top of me. It is a lovely thought. Don’t dismiss it so out of hand my love. I know I’m loony, loco, cuckoo, bonkers, wacky, and have bats in the belfry. But follow me into the necropolis. Paradise lies in my arms.
Mitch
Listen. I’ve followed you down many a twisted path. But I have to put my foot down on this one. I will not allow this lunacy to transpire.
Blanche
Oh I love it when you get mad Mitch. You are so aggressive. It turns me on. I feel like jumping your bones right here in the street.
Mitch
I must admit the idea is enticing even charming. And you have been known to charm the pants off me. Let’s just walk in the direction of the graveyard and I’ll consider your proposal.
Blanche
You bring out the harlot in me Mitch. Now let’s head to the land of the dead. Who knows but that you may make me pregnant there? It is the circle of life, conception in a place of death.
Mitch
You spook me but in a good way my love.
Blanche
You make my heart melt. It is a wonder you’ve never had me committed. I treasure you for that. You see the good in my insanity. As long as I have you I won’t go over the deep end. I am as certain of that as I am that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Mitch
Don’t put too much faith in people. We will let you down.
Blanche
My heart is fluttering. Don’t say that Mitch. Don’t burst my bubble. I need you to reassure me.
Mitch
As long as my heart beats I’ll be by your side. I need you like I need air, water, and food.
Blanche
You’ve calmed me. You always do that when I need you the most. Look, there are the gates of the city of the dead. They’re open! Let’s find a nice spot. I brought a flashlight in my purse. I had naughty intentions from the start of our evening. Now I’ve got you where I want you. I’ll have my way with you.
Mitch
I love your confidence. I hope I can rise to the occasion. This place gives me the creeps.
Blanche
Lay beside me right here. There you go. Are you comfortable?
Mitch
I’m making the best of a strange situation. But I’m getting to like it some.
Blanche
Honey I know how to make a man happy in any circumstance. Just wait till I get to work. You’ll be grinning from ear to ear.
Mitch
I don’t doubt for a minute your female prowess. You could wake the dead with your touch.
Blanche
So do you like it when I rub your tummy ever so gently? You sure look like a happy puppy. Oops my hand slipped down. My hand has a mind of its own. You don’t look like you mind.
Mitch
Let’s take it nice and slow my queen.
Blanche
We aren’t on a clock. And I love to lavish my love on my man.
Mitch
You’re talking my language. You know this wasn’t a bad idea at all.
Blanche
I knew you’d get a kick out of this. It spices things up to try something new. Oh I do declare. My hand is out of control. But my fingers tell me you like it. Look up at the stars my love. There’s Cassiopeia. She was a vain queen in ancient Greek mythology. She boasted about her beauty. Do you think I’m vain? Am I stuck up about my beauty?
Mitch
You have a lot to be proud of. You are drop dead gorgeous. I don’t fault you for taking pride in your beauty. I am proud to show you off to my friends. Many men want you. Yet only I have you.
Blanche
I’m an old maid.
Mitch
You have aged gracefully my dear.
Blanche
I’ll take that as a complement. You sure are rubbing me right tonight. Now I’ll rub you in my own special way.
Mitch
Honey I loathe to be the bearer of bad news. However, I’m not in the mood.
Blanche
You mean a red blooded male with a hairy chest like you doesn’t want me?
Mitch
I mean what if the police caught us? That would be embarrassing. Let’s just talk.
Blanche
Forsooth! I must be getting too old for you. But I won’t force myself on you. What shall we chat about my love? I can’t imagine what that would be.
Mitch
Let’s not dwell on the past. Let’s talk about our future. Where are we headed from here?
Blanche
Oh Mitch you aren’t thinking of bailing out of me are you?
Mitch
Not at all. Have you thought about going back to teaching? Your reputation in New Orleans is good. I’m sure the school board would hire you.
Blanche
Mitch, that idea scares me to death. I’m too crazy. That is as farfetched as a trip to the moon.
Mitch
I bet the boy students would fall in love with you.
Blanche
That’s not funny Mitch. Don’t ever say something like that again.
Mitch
I know you better Blanche. Baby you’ve come a long way since that boy in Mississippi.
Blanche
Will you keep me close to you even if I don’t set foot in a classroom again?
Mitch
Blanche I’m your student. Let me look at you in the flashlight. I could look at your face all night.
Blanche
I’ve got nothing but time. Let’s stay here a while. If we can’t make love let’s cuddle under the stars.
Mitch
How could I deny you my love? Tell me more about the stars and constellations. I love to drink at your fount of knowledge.
Blanche
Yes let’s look at the stars. We have all the time in the world. You know Mitch I think you’ve fibbed on me. That dream about the underworld I had was real. You risked your sanity and life to save me. You came down there and rescued me from those evil guards. How can I ever repay you for such a noble deed?
Mitch
Blanche, that dream sounds like a fairy tale. And every fairy tale has an element of truth. Let’s leave it at that.
Blanche
Mitch was I put in an insane asylum? Did I get shock treatment there? Is that what my dreams are about?
Mitch
The doctors said your memories would come back eventually.
Blanche
Hold me close. Don’t tell me any more. I don’t ever want to remember.
Mitch
All we have is the present. I got the cure for your blues darling. Let’s make whoopie in the graveyard.
Blanche
Oh Mitch you have the right scratch for my itch.
Continuation of the Tennessee Williams play "Street Car Named Desire"
Background:
Blanche, a school teacher from a rich family, catches her husband sleeping with a man. He commits suicide. She loses her inheritance. She has a string of physical affairs. Her fall from grace is sealed by a romance with a seventeen year old student. She is declared unfit to teach in her hometown. Blanche arrives in New Orleans, penniless, to stay with her sister and brother-in-law. A man named Mitch woos her, but declines to marry her once her sordid past is revealed to him. She has a mental breakdown which lands her in an insane asylum.
Blanche
Oh, Mitch. I had the most horrible nightmare last night. I was locked up in a dungeon with Zombies. These walking dead had hollow eyes. The guards came one evening and put electricity through my head. I felt like I’d ridden the ferry across the river Styx to live among the dead souls of Hades for eternity. It all seemed so real. Tell me it isn’t true Mitch! Please tell me!
Mitch
No darling. It never happened.
Blanche
But I know as sure as the blood which runs through my veins that I am a common whore. How could you forgive me for selling my body to those men? I had a different man every night back in Mississippi. Surely you find that repulsive?
Mitch
They never touched you soul. There is nothing common about you. You are a rare orchid. In a million years I could never find another woman as unique and kind as you. It riles me to talk about your past. Let’s not go there tonight.
Blanche
Oh Mitch you are a saint. But what a spooky night this is. Look in the shadows Mitch. I see ghosts everywhere.
Mitch
Blanche if anyone else said that I’d end the friendship on account of crazy, but not you. You have a way of making madness appealing. Some-times I wish I could think like you.
Blanche
Oh my lover man. Let’s go to Bourbon Street and listen to some jazz. I know you don’t want to hear me babble on all night.
Mitch
I love your hallucinations. There is magic in them. I would be a lonely old man without you.
Blanche
Hey it’s Saturday night. Let’s go make love in the cemetery. We can find some soft dirt in a freshly dug grave. I promise I will deliver. I feel like wild cat tonight.
Mitch
What a creepy scenario. Let’s go back to the apartment. I’ll show you what a man I am. You won’t regret it. Graves are for the dead. Let’s let them rest in peace.
Blanche
When I’m six feet under I’d like to think lovers will make love on top of me. It is a lovely thought. Don’t dismiss it so out of hand my love. I know I’m loony, loco, cuckoo, bonkers, wacky, and have bats in the belfry. But follow me into the necropolis. Paradise lies in my arms.
Mitch
Listen. I’ve followed you down many a twisted path. But I have to put my foot down on this one. I will not allow this lunacy to transpire.
Blanche
Oh I love it when you get mad Mitch. You are so aggressive. It turns me on. I feel like jumping your bones right here in the street.
Mitch
I must admit the idea is enticing even charming. And you have been known to charm the pants off me. Let’s just walk in the direction of the graveyard and I’ll consider your proposal.
Blanche
You bring out the harlot in me Mitch. Now let’s head to the land of the dead. Who knows but that you may make me pregnant there? It is the circle of life, conception in a place of death.
Mitch
You spook me but in a good way my love.
Blanche
You make my heart melt. It is a wonder you’ve never had me committed. I treasure you for that. You see the good in my insanity. As long as I have you I won’t go over the deep end. I am as certain of that as I am that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Mitch
Don’t put too much faith in people. We will let you down.
Blanche
My heart is fluttering. Don’t say that Mitch. Don’t burst my bubble. I need you to reassure me.
Mitch
As long as my heart beats I’ll be by your side. I need you like I need air, water, and food.
Blanche
You’ve calmed me. You always do that when I need you the most. Look, there are the gates of the city of the dead. They’re open! Let’s find a nice spot. I brought a flashlight in my purse. I had naughty intentions from the start of our evening. Now I’ve got you where I want you. I’ll have my way with you.
Mitch
I love your confidence. I hope I can rise to the occasion. This place gives me the creeps.
Blanche
Lay beside me right here. There you go. Are you comfortable?
Mitch
I’m making the best of a strange situation. But I’m getting to like it some.
Blanche
Honey I know how to make a man happy in any circumstance. Just wait till I get to work. You’ll be grinning from ear to ear.
Mitch
I don’t doubt for a minute your female prowess. You could wake the dead with your touch.
Blanche
So do you like it when I rub your tummy ever so gently? You sure look like a happy puppy. Oops my hand slipped down. My hand has a mind of its own. You don’t look like you mind.
Mitch
Let’s take it nice and slow my queen.
Blanche
We aren’t on a clock. And I love to lavish my love on my man.
Mitch
You’re talking my language. You know this wasn’t a bad idea at all.
Blanche
I knew you’d get a kick out of this. It spices things up to try something new. Oh I do declare. My hand is out of control. But my fingers tell me you like it. Look up at the stars my love. There’s Cassiopeia. She was a vain queen in ancient Greek mythology. She boasted about her beauty. Do you think I’m vain? Am I stuck up about my beauty?
Mitch
You have a lot to be proud of. You are drop dead gorgeous. I don’t fault you for taking pride in your beauty. I am proud to show you off to my friends. Many men want you. Yet only I have you.
Blanche
I’m an old maid.
Mitch
You have aged gracefully my dear.
Blanche
I’ll take that as a complement. You sure are rubbing me right tonight. Now I’ll rub you in my own special way.
Mitch
Honey I loathe to be the bearer of bad news. However, I’m not in the mood.
Blanche
You mean a red blooded male with a hairy chest like you doesn’t want me?
Mitch
I mean what if the police caught us? That would be embarrassing. Let’s just talk.
Blanche
Forsooth! I must be getting too old for you. But I won’t force myself on you. What shall we chat about my love? I can’t imagine what that would be.
Mitch
Let’s not dwell on the past. Let’s talk about our future. Where are we headed from here?
Blanche
Oh Mitch you aren’t thinking of bailing out of me are you?
Mitch
Not at all. Have you thought about going back to teaching? Your reputation in New Orleans is good. I’m sure the school board would hire you.
Blanche
Mitch, that idea scares me to death. I’m too crazy. That is as farfetched as a trip to the moon.
Mitch
I bet the boy students would fall in love with you.
Blanche
That’s not funny Mitch. Don’t ever say something like that again.
Mitch
I know you better Blanche. Baby you’ve come a long way since that boy in Mississippi.
Blanche
Will you keep me close to you even if I don’t set foot in a classroom again?
Mitch
Blanche I’m your student. Let me look at you in the flashlight. I could look at your face all night.
Blanche
I’ve got nothing but time. Let’s stay here a while. If we can’t make love let’s cuddle under the stars.
Mitch
How could I deny you my love? Tell me more about the stars and constellations. I love to drink at your fount of knowledge.
Blanche
Yes let’s look at the stars. We have all the time in the world. You know Mitch I think you’ve fibbed on me. That dream about the underworld I had was real. You risked your sanity and life to save me. You came down there and rescued me from those evil guards. How can I ever repay you for such a noble deed?
Mitch
Blanche, that dream sounds like a fairy tale. And every fairy tale has an element of truth. Let’s leave it at that.
Blanche
Mitch was I put in an insane asylum? Did I get shock treatment there? Is that what my dreams are about?
Mitch
The doctors said your memories would come back eventually.
Blanche
Hold me close. Don’t tell me any more. I don’t ever want to remember.
Mitch
All we have is the present. I got the cure for your blues darling. Let’s make whoopie in the graveyard.
Blanche
Oh Mitch you have the right scratch for my itch.
Published 7th Oct 2015
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7th Oct 2015 11:08pm
John, you made Blanche as Blanched as ever, but in your voice.
Was tickled in my pink moments, rolling giggles.
Like here..
lanche
"So do you like it when I rub your tummy ever so gently? You sure look like a happy puppy. Oops my hand slipped down. My hand has a mind of its own. You don’t look like you mind."
And then strange tears here.
Belly tight, forgot or too spooked to breathe. This story scares me.
nche
Mitch was I put in an insane asylum? Did I get shock treatment there? Is that what my dreamsspooksby bout?
Mitch
The doctors said your memories would come back eventually.
Blanche
Hold me close. Don’t tell me any more. I don’t ever want to remember.
Mitch
All we have is the present. I got the cure for your blues darling. Let’s make whoopie in the graveyard.
Blanche
Oh Mitch you have the right scratch for my itch.
Written by goldenmyst
But I loved it. Love you for this.
Blanched Dubois and her Looney art of seduction.
Playing out spooks by sex in graveyard.
Mitch, she couldn't have found a more suited lover.
Saved her from her haint's.
Twisted memory's. Fucking the boogie Man.
Was tickled in my pink moments, rolling giggles.
Like here..
lanche
"So do you like it when I rub your tummy ever so gently? You sure look like a happy puppy. Oops my hand slipped down. My hand has a mind of its own. You don’t look like you mind."
And then strange tears here.
Belly tight, forgot or too spooked to breathe. This story scares me.
nche
Mitch was I put in an insane asylum? Did I get shock treatment there? Is that what my dreamsspooksby bout?
Mitch
The doctors said your memories would come back eventually.
Blanche
Hold me close. Don’t tell me any more. I don’t ever want to remember.
Mitch
All we have is the present. I got the cure for your blues darling. Let’s make whoopie in the graveyard.
Blanche
Oh Mitch you have the right scratch for my itch.
Written by goldenmyst
But I loved it. Love you for this.
Blanched Dubois and her Looney art of seduction.
Playing out spooks by sex in graveyard.
Mitch, she couldn't have found a more suited lover.
Saved her from her haint's.
Twisted memory's. Fucking the boogie Man.
7th Oct 2015 11:49pm
Oh I am tickled happily to know I did Blanche in the spirit of Tennessee Williams. Right before I wrote this I saw the Marlon Brando movies of the play for the first time. The movie just swept me away. I was enthralled by Blanche especially. And the ending with her going to the mental hospital seemed a great point at which to write a continuation. So this is what I came up with. Mitch comes to his senses and realizes how much he loves Blanche. So he rescues her from the insane asylum. Blanche's memories of the place are foggy because of the shock treatment she got there. However, like many people who get shock the memories begin to resurface later. Your comments made me a very happy boy. Now care to join me in the graveyard? Tee hee hee.
Yo Luvah man,
John
Yo Luvah man,
John
8th Oct 2015 00:44am
Yes, absolutely in the spirit of. I love Tennessee himself a character, and the rest. Have had the good fortune to play in both streetcar and Cat on a hot tin roof, the last two different production's
About 15 years apart. Maggie then May.
If you would have tried to continue it in Tennessees Blanche and succeeded I would have been on my knees permanently attached to ...
Well that would have caused very very briused knees and lock jaw,
Even you couldn't have pulled that off, and I thought when I read the title and intro "this dudes gotta sack!" Lol
But, as we both said, you got her blanchiness, attention whore mama drama, with humanity, a soft heart for her suffering s, loco ness, story inventive and perfect in its continuation.
Mi rendi felice, mi amor!
Te amo, ca Bello!
Jennifer
About 15 years apart. Maggie then May.
If you would have tried to continue it in Tennessees Blanche and succeeded I would have been on my knees permanently attached to ...
Well that would have caused very very briused knees and lock jaw,
Even you couldn't have pulled that off, and I thought when I read the title and intro "this dudes gotta sack!" Lol
But, as we both said, you got her blanchiness, attention whore mama drama, with humanity, a soft heart for her suffering s, loco ness, story inventive and perfect in its continuation.
Mi rendi felice, mi amor!
Te amo, ca Bello!
Jennifer
8th Oct 2015 2:32am
Jennifer Tennessee William is my favorite playwright of all time. I'm a bigger fan of him than I am of Shakespeare. Maybe that's because he wrote about the south and people I could relate too. I remember when I first saw "the Glass Menagerie." I was in high school and it brought me to tears. I have never since been moved so much by a play. I've also seen "Night of the Iguana" with Richard Burton and "Sweet Bird of Youth" with Marc Harmon and Elizabeth Taylor. I am impressed that you acted in both "Streetcar Named Desire" and "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." I am greatly in awe to know a woman who is both and actor and writer. I love knowing that you performed in those plays. I would've loved to have seen you in them. Your comments are food of the Gods for me. You appreciate the nuances of my writing. Well could keep singing your praises.
Your lover man in love with all of you,
John
Your lover man in love with all of you,
John
8th Oct 2015 2:59am
Awesome, my fav too. Used several of his monologues for audition piece's, both Glass Menagerie and Night of the Iguana included, would have died to have met him in person. There was a great doc on Netflix, been a while. About him, tons of footage of him talking candidly. A pure unique amazing talant and funny humaman being.
Next show will be Big mama. Should complete my aging process from ingenue, bitchy nag, to twirly old lady, but she's a part I'd love to sink my teeth into. Very cool seen with her and big daddy where she errupts, in her way.
Thanks sugar tush for these thoughts
In deep
Jennifer
Next show will be Big mama. Should complete my aging process from ingenue, bitchy nag, to twirly old lady, but she's a part I'd love to sink my teeth into. Very cool seen with her and big daddy where she errupts, in her way.
Thanks sugar tush for these thoughts
In deep
Jennifer
I love the theater. I used to see plays at the college theater. They were awesome. Gloria Duplex about a stripper who find Jesus and using stripping in her ministry. Hilarious. Kafka's metamorphosis. Joan the fire eaters. I miss that place. Big Mama sounds like a blast. Oh how I wish I could be there to see you in it. I bet is will be wonderful. Learning your actress talent makes you even more awesome than I already know you to be. You are multi talented.
In all the way,
John
In all the way,
John
Babydoll, sorry, referencing character from Cat on a...played Maggie the cat in early twenties, then super hag Aunt May, a few years back, but the character I'd love to play, big mama, to big daddy in Cat...
Wasn't very clear, and that wasn't one you said you knew.
She is still to old for me to play, will be another decade or do fingers crossed lol
You gotta watch Cat. Liz and Paul are the standard as far as the film,
But fuckimg Jessica Lange does Maggie the Cats body gooood!
And the rest of that cast is superb. Totally different feel than liz Taylor's
Crazy the same words,
You just have to watch, begin ya! Especially if T is your guy.
My favorite.
Dont know the stripper one, sounds right up my dark alley!
Love talking with you, just so much...
Kiss kiss kiss pinch
Wasn't very clear, and that wasn't one you said you knew.
She is still to old for me to play, will be another decade or do fingers crossed lol
You gotta watch Cat. Liz and Paul are the standard as far as the film,
But fuckimg Jessica Lange does Maggie the Cats body gooood!
And the rest of that cast is superb. Totally different feel than liz Taylor's
Crazy the same words,
You just have to watch, begin ya! Especially if T is your guy.
My favorite.
Dont know the stripper one, sounds right up my dark alley!
Love talking with you, just so much...
Kiss kiss kiss pinch
8th Oct 2015 5:10am
You've got me on a mission my love. I must she "Cat on a Hot tin Roof" with Jessica Lange. I also o wn a copy of the Jessical Lange version of "Streetcar Names Desire." It is supposed to be the complete play exactly aw Tennessee Williams wrote it. This is unlike the Marlon Brando one which the movie director took liberties with editing and changing the ending. I haven't seen it yet thought. But yes Cat sounds like a delight as you suggest. I trust your taste in movies my friend. Thanks for clearing up my confusion about the plays you've acted in. I'd love to see you act in any play, but especially Tennessee Williams. You move me girl.
Love and warm kisses,
John
Love and warm kisses,
John
8th Oct 2015 9:17am
Ah, must see Jessica in streetcar. Wasn't even aware of it, dig her tang so!
And yep, you aughtta! See em all! All different movies in their effect.
Warm kiss lover
Jen
And yep, you aughtta! See em all! All different movies in their effect.
Warm kiss lover
Jen
