Death Flashcards
Blanche on her struggle to keep belle reve
I stayed for it, fought for it, bled for it, almost died for it!
The route to Stella and Stanley’s apartment
Take a streetcar named desire…one called cemeteries…get off at Elysian Fields
Blanche on funerals
Funerals are quite with pretty flowers
Blanche’s grotesque memory of the death of her relatives
Struggle for breath and bleeding
Sometimes their breathing was horse and sometimes it rattles
Blanche grave quote
Long parade to the graveyard
Blanche’s self-destructive relationship with Stanley
Yes- I was flirting with your husband Stella!
Symbol of Blanche’s long dead love
Love letters yellowing with antiquity
Description of Elysian Fields
An atmosphere of decay
Mostly white frame, weathered grey
Blanche cleansing herself of death
Blanche is bathing
Blanche’s obsession with her looks- skeletal
I haven’t put on an ounce in ten years!
Music of Blanche’s madness
Music of the Polka
The distant piano goes into a hectic breakdown
Blanche remembers the death of women
Dying old women remembered their dead men
Bloodstained pillow slips
Flowers for the dead
Flores para los Muertos
Blanche feels death near by
Death…death was as close as you are
Eros and Thanatos
Death…the opposite is desire
Mr Shep Huntleigh
I received a telegram from an old admirer of mine
Somewhat soiled and crumpled white satin evening dress
Blanche’s dignified exit
All the men spring to their feet
Blanche imagines her death
In the blaze of summer- and into an ocean as blue as my first lovers eyes
Blanche’s confusion at the end of the play
A look of sorrowful perplexity… as though all human experience shows in her face
Stanley rapes Blanche and she enters a state of living death
He picks up her inert figure and carries her to the bed
Blanche considers the fleeting nature of beauty
Physical beauty is passing… but beauty of the mind and richness of spirit… aren’t taken away
Action that mimics Blanche’s own encounter with Stanley
A prostitute has rolled a drunkard
The truth of Blanche’s past
The Tarantula Arms! That’s where I brought my victims
Blanche and darkness
I like it dark, the dark is comforting to me
