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pipistrellafelix) wrote2007-04-07 11:51 am
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timon knows something you don't know.
I had a dream yesterday morning that the SU drama group was putting on Romeo and Juliet, in a strange space that was something like a stadium & something like a warehouse & something like an airline hangar & only a little like a theater. I was cast as Juliet, & Casey was cast as Romeo (Cozy I blame you for casting us in Hamlet), though he never actually was in the dream & I was never actually onstage; for most of the dream we were playing with the fight scenes, Mercutio & Tybalt & the opening boys, people like Andy & Damian & Aaron. I'm pretty sure Cozy was there, though I don't know who she was. Bill Taylor was there--directing, I think. It was kind of fun. & made me miss Shakespeare.
Also I cleaned some yesterday. & did not do any homework. That's today. That, & some kind of party thing thrown by Stef? Perez & I are confused, though we think we've got it worked out. It helped that some people were drunk & spilled things...(words, not liquids).
Anyhow. I am going to be productive for a few hours, & leave my computer behind so it doesn't distract me. & I'll leave you with a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
City Trees
THE trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,–
I know what sound is there.
Also I cleaned some yesterday. & did not do any homework. That's today. That, & some kind of party thing thrown by Stef? Perez & I are confused, though we think we've got it worked out. It helped that some people were drunk & spilled things...(words, not liquids).
Anyhow. I am going to be productive for a few hours, & leave my computer behind so it doesn't distract me. & I'll leave you with a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
City Trees
THE trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,–
I know what sound is there.