|Saturday, May 1st, 2004|
12:15 am - note: crossposted from my journal
it's finally hitting that Tara is actually leaving. i can't believe it. she made a beautiful goodbye post in her journal, ohmypersephone, and what she wrote to me completely floored me:|
Lior - you are an amazing actress and I am constantly in awe of how completely intelligent and talented you are...you brought everything about the theatre that i loved and set an example of how perfect it could be...you are just fabulously wonderfully-named Lior-y and i'm sorry i'm not more articulate but i'm not sure i can be...you are so a Hunter Sydney Bristow...less than three (I can't pull saying that off, you can "type" it much more hiply, but if I could, I would!) i will miss you.
although i posted a response, i wanted to post it here as well, so that everyone knows how much we love tara.
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tara, i wish you the best of luck in paris and everything that follows. i have so much faith that you will succeed incredibly, and change the world somehow, even in just a little, personal way. you're already on your way there. i know you have definitely changed my life, and everyone else's who has known you here at hunter. we are all just a little bit better for knowing you. let us know how everything is going, keep us updated!
current mood: sad
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|Monday, April 19th, 2004|
9:14 pm - You Know You're A Shakespeare Nerd When
[x] You scream at the screen during TV shakespeare productions when they get it wrong|
[x] Every line has a hidden meaning or inside joke attached
[x] You accidentally quote Shakespeare in your daily life
[x] You say something normal, which immediately segways into a Shakespeare quote
[x] There are more cast parties than cast members
[x] You've seriously considered starting a commune with your cast
[x] You accidentally call people by their character names
[x] Your AIM name is a quote from the show
[x] You go around the world finding productions of your show and compare it to yours
[x] Yours always wins
[x] You live vicariously through your character
[x] You go backstage and steal show memorabilia just to be nostalgic.
[x] You doodle pretty calligraphic cast lists instead of taking math notes
[x] You have written slash fanfiction based on the line "half Signor Benedick's tounge in Count John's mouth..."
[x] You have written slash fanfiction with no basis whatsoever
[x] You have shipper names for characters like Hodio and Benetrice. Or Pedrato.
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|Sunday, April 11th, 2004|
1:55 pm - Partay 2.0
A couple people and I were talking online about having Cast Party 2.0 (more fun, more angst, more food) next Friday (4-16), because parties are fun and Shakespeare is too cool for just one cast party.|
1 - who is interested in coming
2 - who is interested in hosting?
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|Thursday, April 8th, 2004|
10:48 pm - For Everyone in the Cast
Cross-posted from my personal journal....|
I wrote this for all of you in the cast, somewhere suspended in an airplane between Geneva and Rome.
I will miss you all. Honestly.
The Night I Was Kerouac
By Tara Isabella -----------
It was two in the morning and us thespians spoke
Of little things, or the meaning of life
And wit by the flowers us thespians made
And cut with the glee of a double-edged knife
We talked of quantum physics and time
As time left us onwards, emotions were rife
And two of the world stabbed each other with swords
Let's revel in our ambiguity
Let's give up our secrets with incense and wine
A kind of sarcastic virginity
While the night was still graying we sat and we cried
And bound by our silence the world wept with me
We'd screamed and we'd shouted, let burning things burn
But watched the flames rising devour our masks
Petitioned sweet artifice our faces to wear
Us thespians were only up to the task
We were our costumes, and Beatrice all
Much ado about something, but what no-one asks
The pains, they all deadened by some night's misty spell
And we said, "I love you" as one silent stayed
And you are a muse, and amusing, we said
And from the slim path, us thespians strayed
And drenched in love, oh, love's scent is rose
I knew as my moments ecstatic were made
Oh, Isabel Archer! What choice have you said?
And a girl made of springtime, a boy with two names
Maybe I was to them able to speak
We promised us soul mates, we who stood alone
But Beatrice and Benedick were never as meek
Like the lover whose dueling cuts down a fig tree
Oh God, oh God, were we all made this weak?
"These beautiful girls in beautiful dreams"
That's what we said and a love never knew
A greater choking on tears, but to all of us now
We'd kiss anyone without need to subdue
On the soul, with all ardor, communion of souls
And through tears and our secrets transformed us to dew
Oh I look in a mirror and us thespians see
As we discuss Frank O'Hara at two-twenty-eight
And we love as we know them but with each we cry
A moment, a blushing, what we make ourselves hate
But we touch all the same and some are silent still
Save for a flushed knowledge we have time to wait
And all that we'd cloistered, that the duelers had hid
A moment we held them and with it goodbye
With lover overflowing, this bohemian life
Come with me to me, love, and forever we'll fly
You're a dandy, a savior, a king or a fool
Our souls can surrender, can mingle, can die
Remember when they called this thing dignity?
"The short time I knew you - thank you for that"
I'd have given you more were the clocks of my mind!
"I loved knowing you though it was just for a while"
As if none of this in a mirror we'd find?
"I'll miss you," "I miss you", "Oh, to know what you know"
"Well goodbye," said so simply, to my likeness in kind
Under the Cold War and Wilde, the moon shone out bright
I think that I said: "I liked your hair"
Abandon it! All who have never have sketched
The ones that came with my, Psyche stripped and laid bare
Lay across them so softly, with a rose in my hand
Oh, a cab took us down to Union Square!
Two kissed above me, cocoon made of love
And all that we know is by moonshine defied
And pass it from Shakespeare, a pendant we gave
We all fall asleep joining dreams side by side
A dandy, a savior, they I loved and I knew
Those brief eye-met moments where nobody lied
And if we could capture the world in a sphere
We'd all know, it's just us, there's no going back
And if everything is an illusion of ours
When an archaic typewriter goes clickety clack
At least we had April, and costumes, a stage
The night that I was Kerouac
I'll say it tomorrow - if my heart's not a rock.
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|Wednesday, April 7th, 2004|
1:10 pm - Welcome, Vilkommen, Bienvenue, etc.
Seeing that this is the first post on this community, it should be a big HELLO AND WELCOME to all Brick Prison Shakespeare Etc. '04 people, aka the Cast of Much Ado About Nothing. I didn't create this thing, but it is a wonderful idea and therefore many props, snaps, and sacrificial offerings are due to the creator, who I believe is Maia or Tara. MWAH! Hm... I never really sent out a list of Thank Yous/Shout Outs from the Party, so here goes... |
-- The sexy Chicago-singing girls (and Tristian) for being sexy and rocking.
-- Tristian for the pot of coke, which still makes me laguh. :D
-- Tara's mom for just staying in her room (thank goodness) and her house for being awesome and full of really cool art.
-- Benji for the plums in the icebox and being high on life, which after all is just a trip, ne?
-- the bathroom for its random drama, i.e. me in the tub w/ Benji, Ray, and Molly gathered round.
-- Emma and her lists, even though it didn't happen.
-- Jason and Carl, outside in the hallway, for their valiant efforts. Hah.
-- The white dining room for all that transpired there.
-- the WHOLE CAST, for turning my line into a running joke and now a community. I less-than-three you guys muchly.
current mood: amused
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