Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
For summer is aflying
and that sweet flower that blooms today
Tomorrow will be dying
Well, our first proper week of classes is under our belt. We started the week with a segment of the film Dead Poets' Society.
Every film, every work of art, every story - indeed, every statement we make - is a statement about (some aspect of) REALITY.
Remember the scene at the photo cabinet, when Keating says:
"These boys are food for worms. And every one of us will one day stop breathing, grow cold and die...
Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."
Is this a true statement? What is your view?
The headmaster says
But the boys say
that the school is about
Tradition Travesty
Honor Horror
Discipline Decadence
Excellence ExcRement!
Is this a true statement? What is your view?
Keating says
... we are food for worms lads ... believe it or not,
each and every one of us in this room is one day
going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
Is this a true statement? What is your view? How do you "see" reality?
... we are food for worms lads ... believe it or not,
each and every one of us in this room is one day
going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
Is this a true statement? What is your view? How do you "see" reality?
Keating says:
We will learn to savor words and language ... (for)
words and ideas
can change the world.
I see that look in Mr. Pitt's eye, like nineteenth century literature has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school.
Right?
Maybe... you may agree with him, thinking
"Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions."
We don't read and write poetry
(or read novels, or write in our journals)
because it's cute.
We do these things because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.
Medicine, law, business, engineering,these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive
for.
"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 you are here.
That life exists, and identity.
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
That life exists, and identity.
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
What will YOUR verse be?
Every film, every work of art, every story - indeed, every statement we make - is a statement about (some aspect of) REALITY.
Whose REALITY do you accept?
Nolan's? Keating's? Neil's father's view? Pitt's? The boys' views? Whose REALITY is the "true" reality?
