Neil Perry
06 September 2011 @ 09:57 pm
[AUDIO;]

Teach me to love? Go teach thyself more wit.
I, chief professor, am of it.
The god of love, if such a thing there be,
may learn to love from me.
 
 
Neil Perry
01 September 2011 @ 08:38 pm
[VIDEO POST / VISIBLE IN THE SKY]

[At first there's nothing to see-- just a steady view of the sky, shaking once as an unseen hand settles the camera in place more firmly. After a long, boring minute of this, there's some unseen commotion-- a muffled voice with a clear questioning turn.

Suddenly, there are some loud crackles and whistles, completely drowning out anything being said, before the sky lights up with a brilliant display of custom fireworks, spelling out a familiar message:]



CARPE DIEM


[The camera stays trained on the sparkling letters long enough for a burst of laughter to ring out. Then the picture blurs as the device is snatched up, and swiftly turned off.]
 
 
Neil Perry
[ VOICE / MUSIC / ACTION ]

[Anyone dropping by the Bilton and Scaggs bookstore today is in for a surprise; a section of the usually book-cluttered counter has been cleared off to hold a record player and surprisingly large stack of records, with a Network device propped precariously by it to broadcast what's playing.

In fact, Neil has turned the bookstore into an impromptu radio station for the day, and will be sharing a mixture of 50's music, poetry readings, and on-air conversations-- er, interviews-- with customers if he feels like it.]




That was Buddy Holly and the Crickets, with That'll Be the Day, here on WDPS. Stay around for a Poetry break... but first, another little something from home...







[ooc; NETWORK or ACTION replies welcome! If action, we could "broadcast" conversations if you like. XD I will be posting more music/poems/etc in comments, and trying to keep the playlist below updated with the assorted things he's broadcasting ALL DAY LONG.]


PLAYLIST | work in progress )
 
 
Neil Perry
I do think it's funny that our parents act like this is some kind of break. I'm on the soccer team at school, I'm on the soccer team here; I get up early at school, I get up early here; swim in the lake at school... you get the idea. But it's not so bad. It beats summer school, anyway. Not that that's saying much.

[ Private to Todd | easily hackable ]

I have the book with me, think we could sneak off after the campfire and all?



[ooc; ....impromptu Dead Poets meeting in the woods, anyone? :D]
 
 
Neil Perry
The first time the City turned me into someone I wasn't-- still me, but a me who isn't and never could be real-- was a few months, I guess, after I first came here. I hadn't realized before then what that could be like. Believing a whole other lifetime. I remember I acted like an ass afterward. I was embarrassed about being cursed, I guess, or about being cursed and thinking I wasn't cursed. And though I didn't like to say it-- I still don't, to tell you the truth-- I was kind of jealous of my other self. The curse itself was almost nice; it was the aftermath that stung.

I've been thinking about it a lot since it happened again this month-- once to me, and to other people as well, though not necessarily the same way. I've been in the City for two years now-- it was two years in April-- and this time, it didn't bother me nearly as much. Maybe that's because I didn't feel the loss as keenly; or maybe I'm just getting used to the City, to waking up and not knowing who I am. In any case curses don't last forever. No troubles do; if I'd understood that, I guess I wouldn't be here now.

I don't mean to say we should or could just brush things aside like they don't matter... I just hope no one's been hurt too badly, with everything that's happened. Those last few, especially.

The weather's been beautiful, and I think the City's as normal as it ever is. That won't last, either, of course, which is a shame; but maybe it's better not to think about it. I think I'll walk in the park today.
 
 
Neil Perry
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.


Ever since I read that I can't help thinking of it in April. I don't think I agree. Maybe April's cruel here-- any month can be, in the City-- but I don't think it's because the world's waking up. I like that about spring; it feels like everything's been bare and cold forever, I like when that comes to an end. It's not that winter isn't beautiful... It can be. The snow and ice, keeping everything covered and pristine... It's sort of sad, though. Maybe just for me. For us.

The poem's much longer, that's just the first little part of it. It's nice... It's strange, and sad I think, but I like it.

Maybe April will take a turn for the better.
 
 
Neil Perry
27 February 2011 @ 10:11 am
I won't waste time, since these never last long enough to spend as much time as i'd like with all the people who've come to visit.

Who's here? Death, Life? Justin? Charlie? Anyone from home? Anyone I haven't met yet? I'm always glad for the company. Not that the City's boring, it never is, but you can never meet enough new people, I think!




[ooc: standard disclaimer applies! Please no other Neils (tho face doubles are fiiiiine) and don't outright tell him he doesn't exist. Otherwise, s'all good. ALSO this post is as always eternally backdating friendly! Hit me, bb!]
 
 
Neil Perry
I'm glad you're with me.




[ooc; replies laaater but I wanted to get this up! <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
Private / not actually written / etc )

New Year's is a funny holiday to celebrate, here, since I think really the only reason there's a year or a month even is through consensus. Because everyone says there's no one in the City except people who were brought here, and without people there wouldn't be any time. Or at least, no measuring time. But time does pass, the seasons change, so I guess the year does too.

I suppose I should be thinking about what plays we should do next. I don't really want to make resolutions, I don't think I've changed my philosophy any so I'd resolve to do the same thing I always mean to do.

I hope the New Year has more good days than bad ones, I think that's all I can really say.
 
 
Neil Perry
Curses like the long one last month are always interesting-- like playing a role written just for me, being someone I'm not but who I might have been. I didn't really mind this one-- I know sometimes those get bad, for some people, but well, school is just school, how bad can it be?

It was strange, though; imagining things were so different than they are. What life would be like if I'd had a twin brother, if I'd been at a different school, if... well. Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about is what I did, because everyone knows what happens during curses isn't always real, this is important to me and I think I'd rather give up the secret than have people think it didn't mean anything. Sometimes secrets are meant to be shared.

There is a Dead Poets Society.

I almost wrote there was, but really I think because of the nature of the Society, it can't really cease to exist. Not all the Dead Poets are dead, but the poets who are dead are still Dead Poets. Here, especially; I mean, there's no reason to think Henry David Thoreau couldn't walk into the bookstore tomorrow afternoon. So even if there weren't any meetings after... everything happened, at home, there'd still be a Society; and maybe someday someone will share the secret again like Mr. Keating did with us. And even if they don't, even if no one ever talks about it again... it's just a name and a structure to something that's always been there. There will always be Poets, because the human race will always be filled with passion. And so, there will be members, even if they don't know the words for it.

I'm not sure this makes any sense, to anyone who wasn't there. But I wanted to say it.

Some of you are Dead Poets, and some of you don't know that you are. But I hope you're all making the most of it, whoever you might be.

Anyway.

I need one more actor from you, City! Our cast for The Importance of Being Earnest is just one person short of being full-- but right now, we've no one playing Merriman. So, if there's anyone who'd like to try their hand at acting, we'd love to have you. Even if you've never been in a play before! We're happy to have newcomers.

And... Everyone else in the play-- we'll have to start full rehearsals soon, what days work best for you? I do hope you've started working on your lines?

[ooc; play post here! also, as always, please no fourth-walling the Society. XD responses may be late after 5 east-coast time.]
 
 
Neil Perry
[Anonymous Voice Post is Anonymous!]

[There's a pause before he begins speaking in a stage whisper theoretically designed to disguise his voice. If you know him (or his brother, for that matter,) it might be obvious; but really, it's for effect. Don't stifle his flair for the dramatic okay.]

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.

We of the Dead Poets believe that, although our academic pursuits are a matter of great importance, such work is not what we live for; poetry, passion, the appreciation of beauty, are what keep us from being bound to lives of quiet desperation.

So tell me, gentlemen, ladies-- can you keep a secret?


[In addition, one might find here and there random bits of poetry-- mostly of the Romantic era-- chalked unobtrusively on walls and sidewalks, occasionally 'signed' with the initials DPS, or the words Dead Poets Society.

Any student of any school who expresses interest in this post-- anyone he can identify, anyway-- will be slipped a piece of paper at some point with a few lines of Coleridge and a time tomorrow evening written on it.]




[ooc; All replies will be text or the same 'anonymous' whisper >3 Neil's AU bio is over hyar, along with all my others. ^_^ a-as always please don't fourth-wall the Dead Poets :X Todd will be posting re: the meeting tomorrow!]
 
 
Neil Perry
[Slipped between the pages of Todd's current poetry notebook]

I almost wonder if it's too soon, after everything last month... if that's even over, I know they never found... well. Maybe we should just be grateful for the time we have, after all, this is what passes for a quiet month so far.

Who knows how long that will last.


With everything that went on last month I'm afraid I've gotten rather behind on trying to recruit for our next play... But I suppose there's no time like the present to pick up where we left off. For anyone who hadn't heard about it, or who wasn't here last time I spoke about it-- We'll be putting on a production of Oscar Wilde's

The Importance of Being Earnest.


Right now, we haven't quite sorted out the roles but we have Rosella, Cain, and myself; and I believe Justin was going to help out as crew. But! As you can see, that means we're still in need of more, both on stage and backstage. Anyone's welcome who'd like to take part-- whether you've ever been in a play or not, we're happy to have you, so just... let me know!



[ooc; may be a bit sporadic tagging but I will do my best <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
This is kind of a nice surprise to wake up to! I certainly wasn't expecting it-- I mean I've never expected it, but the last few times this happened it fell on a holiday, didn't it? I'm glad, though; even if it gets a little strange I like having a chance to see the friends I've made from outside the City. You know, if I had warning I would schedule a play for one of these... influxes, so you could come see. Oh well.

And, oh, Claire-- I keep meaning to call, and forgetting, but thank you!



[ooc; as ever: please no other Neils, please try not to break his brain about not existing, but otherwise HAVE AT YOU. <3]
 
 
Neil Perry
04 June 2010 @ 03:33 pm
It's a beautiful day, City. Make the most of it.

I need your advice. I'm looking for something to read, something that isn't poetry. Knowing I can't just makes me want to read more! Anything, really. Novels or essays or, I don't even know, so long as you like it.

Call it a change in perspective.

There are a hundred thousand lines that'd suit today and I can't remember one. Still. It's a small price to pay.
 
 
Neil Perry
Floating isn't very much like flying. At least, not flying the way a bird flies, though it's very much the way I fly in my dreams. Like stepping up onto something that isn't there and not stopping. And seeing the room from above, laying on the ceiling, isn't much like looking down from the top of a desk. Even less like looking down by looking up, standing upside down.

I didn't much like that, but I think it's the experience that counts, looking at things from a new perspective. Not whether you prefer that perspective. As long as I was right-side up I enjoyed floating... the same way I enjoyed flying, when I was a bird... but I don't mind keeping my feet on the ground, overall.
 
 
Neil Perry
I wasn't cursed yesterday, to make a list of goals for next year. If I had been, honestly, I'm not sure what I would have set-- I can't think of anything any other than the goals I already had, the things I've been trying to do all along, since I got here. I want to keep acting and holding plays. I want to find ways to be happy even if I don't think I deserve it. I want to keep learning new things and reading new poems and making the most of the time I have here.

Carpe diem.

But that isn't anything new.

This was the best Christmas I've ever had, because of all of you, and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did.

I know the new year probably won't be much different from this one-- there'll still be bad times and curses and sometimes we'll hate it here. But I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to have a good year.

I've got everything I need to be happy.


[ooc; I wish I were cool enough to have made up lists of what my chars got everyone else, but I am not. All of his friends (meaning.... pretty much everyone he talks to) would have gotten at least a little something <3 Happy New Year everyone. Backtagging might occur due to festivities.]