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

[After a long pause, sounding rather tired...]

...We'll have to recast Lady Bracknell.


[ooc; sad neil is sad ;_;]
Neil Perry
16 May 2010 @ 08:20 pm
I won't pretend to understand what any of this meant. I think I've made sense of some of it, but the reasons are as unimaginable as ever. I hope everyone's okay now. At least, from what I heard it sounded like most of them were. Coming back. I don't know, is there a way to put that nicely?

I wasn't cursed this weekend, not this month, which... is probably for the best, all things considered.

It's been a while since I said anything worth interest on this thing, hasn't it? I should try to work on that.

Todd is--

Well, I guess I don't have to say anything about it, unless anyone asks. It's just a curse.

[edit; sleep summons, back to you dearlings tomorrow <3]
Neil Perry
riverrun, she said. I don't know what it means, but I don't want to forget it. Maybe I ought to worry more about why, about what it means to be here-- what the cost might be-- but it's hard to care, knowing where I might be otherwise. What I might be... It's bad enough, being reminded by the stillness... but... I'll take that, over being a ghost.

Is being remembered really what makes the difference? I guess it's nice to know, in a sense... though in other ways it only makes things worse. No matter what anyone says I know I don't deserve to be here. But I am. So maybe I should just... try to forget, about what I deserve or don't, and try to make the most of this. A second chance, to get it right. Seize the day. I'm trying, really.

I wonder what they would ask of me, to buy my life back... and whether it would be wrong of me to do it.

I've been meaning to make this announcement a while, but between the curses and everything else... well, better late than never.

We're still looking for people for our production of A Midsummer Night's Dream in June, and need to fill the following roles;

THESEUS, Duke of Athens
EGEUS, Father to Hermia
PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus
SNUG, a Joiner
FLUTE, a Bellows-mender
SNOUT, a Tinker
TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies

As well as, if we can get them, a few more fairies. Both with and without lines, though the fairies who do have speaking parts don't have much to memorize. Please let me know, as soon as you can, if you're interested! Even if you're not entirely certain. I'll talk you into it.

For everyone already in the play, what times would be good for you for rehearsals?

Other than that... I think I promised a few people I'd fence with them, but I lost track of who... Caspian, and Kate, and... was there anyone else?

I should update more often, or things pile up...

Also, do you think I could buy a typewriter, somewhere in the City..?

[ooc; strikes are unwritten, I just wanted to voice what's on his mind ;_; Play post here forever. also, striking out as people are wheedled into it, ahaha. <3]