Passing The Torch: Julius Caesar On The Ides of March

March 15, 2016 at 8:57 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, News, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Passing The Torch: Julius Caesar On The Ides of March

The great Shakespearian actor Quentin O’ Sullivan was starring in a West End London theatre production of William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.

After the performance he met a fellow performer the New Orleans actress and songstress Angelique Dumont for late night/early morning drinks in a cocktail lounge.

Miss Dumont was playing Mina Harker in a musical version of Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

When they parted, Quentin O’ Sullivan laughed to himself as he walked down the street.

There were rumours that Miss Angelique Dumont was herself a Vampiress.

Quentin laughed.

Oh where, oh where do these silly rumours get started?

He turned to look back in Angelique’s direction but there was no sign of the purple evening dress wearing lovely brunette songstress and actress.

Only a small bat flying down the street.

Quentin laughed again.

He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow on his bed when he got home.

He dreamed a dream.

He dreamed he was in a theatre audience watching a live stage performance of Julius Caesar.

He could not see who was playing Caesar.

When Caesar fell after being stabbed by Brutus, Cassius and their fellow conspirators, the figure of Caesar dropped the Imperial Roman laurel crown of Emperor that Mark Antony had once offered him.

Donald Trump appeared on stage and picked up the blood soaked laurel wreath crown.

“Thank you, thank you very much ladies and gentlemen,” Donald Trump waved to the crowd, “The people of Ohio suck. But what can you say about a state that produces a comedian the likes of Drew Carey? However I thank all the intelligent voters who voted for me in all the places we won tonight. Thank you. And please light a votive candle to my genius and pray to my image. Thank you. Thank you very much.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday March 15th

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The Shakespearian Actor’s Final Performance

December 17, 2011 at 11:19 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , )

The old actor walked on to the stage
still famous but no longer the rage
his name was no longer on everyone’s lips
save old theatre critics in their alcoholic sips.
What number? What performance was this?
What actress was it he was supposed to kiss?
What were the rest of his lines?
What exactly were the curtain times?
The part of Romeo was so long ago
no longer a young Hamlet with Laertes his foe
no longer an Antony addressing the crowds of Rome
nor even a MacBeth killing Duncan at home
It now seemed with each passing year
he was condemned to play the part of Lear
Or was he Prospero working his magic for the final time?
What was it? What was the next line?
He looked at the body lying flat on the stage
at an old tired face no longer the rage
where was the applause?
where were the oohs and awes?
The audience were on their feet but where were the cheers?
Or for that matter even the sound of some heckler’s jeers?
Is there a doctor in the house? The cry went up.
Wasn’t it time he wondered to drink the cup?
But move his hands he could not
he seemed frozen to the spot
and that tired tired face that was his
seemed vacant of agony or bliss
he seemed to be drifting further and further away…
away from this night into Endless Day.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday evening December 17th 2011

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts…
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, scene vii

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