Word: nero
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...falls. I hear the hearts of my own children sink whenever I am petty, selfish, small. I am not supposed to be small. The day my oldest boy Carl beat (trounced) me in one-on-one--at last, killed his dad!--I fumed like a Nero, stalked off, refused to shake his hand. I'm surprised that I did not disappear through a crack in the playground...
...slip of pale magenta light shone out between red velvet curtains. It and the musical prelude could have gone on for three hours, and I would not have missed the opera. Three violins and a phat viola fiddled while Nero was ostensibly still in the dressing room. They made up the feisty, devilish flank of the Early Music Society Orchestra, balanced by a quietly attentive harp and two awfully long lutes (allegedly a "chitarrone" and a "theorbo") on the right, with two harpsichords rammed together in the middle like poorly parked flagships...
...first scene is an argument between Virtue and Fortune (Cathy Ellis). Amor intervenes and claims he can show them a superior power. The ensuing action hinges on Nero, played by Christian Quilici '01. Nero seduces Poppea (Tonia D'Amelio '00), sending his wife Octavia (a vitally austere Eleanor Hubbard '01) and Poppea's ex-boyfriend Otto (Carolann Buff) on a plot to murder Poppea. The outcome, the defiant coronation of Poppea and the happy banishment of Otto and his new girl (Drusilla, ably sung by Genithia Hogges `01), is supposed to be a testament to the power of love...
...with any quasi-classical performance, it was the spicy touch that gave Poppea class. Quilichi, buttoning his fly as the lights went up on Poppea's bedroom, was a languorous, star-dusty Nero who let his fingers into mouths, let other fingers under his own covers, and let his own fingers snap, comfortably touchy, at any cynic (Seneca, played in dyed gray hair by John Driscoll '99) who would complain. After all the history of this Poppea is finished, it leaves a taste not of triumphant love, but of triumphant decadence...
...timely fashion. I scurried to Grafton and ordered a margarita (how festive!). I visited the Pro and asked for my special birthday discount (10 percent) to replenish the emergency reserves formerly built up by my older roommates. I went out to dinner and decadently ordered enough courses to make Nero blanch. I lingered in Grendel's downstairs and I didn't care that I woke up warm and peaceful the next day well into my section taking place far away in the Barker Center. I was new and older. The boundaries marking my passage are random and dismissable...