"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, 'O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?' Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse."
--John Keating, Dead Poets Society
Mr. John Keating, I couldn't agree more, which is why we decided to completely rip off your idea and turn it into a blog! Welcome to the Dead Poets Society (or the cheap, online imitation of it). Every week or so, a bunch of college-aged kids who are clearly way too obsessed with this movie and who should probably leave their computers more often will scramble around and bring you their personal interpretations of one or several poems. Read it if you'd like, become inspired, allow us to trick you into thinking we're all some sort of intellectual bohemians when in actuality we're... just... no. All that good stuff!
So enjoy! Pull from these poems whatever you may, think our interpretation wrong or right! Yadadada, go! Go forth and suck the marrow from life!
Poetry is not dead; it is the written word of human passion.
