Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Human Race is Filled with Passion

Dead Poets Society. Watch it. Love it. Please. It's almost a necessity to the mind of any poetry lover.

My favorite scene from the movie is this clip:

Particularly dear to the poet in me are these lines:
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. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? 
~ The character John Keating, Dead Poets Society

* Post originally written 09/17/10, posted using Blogger's scheduled post. 

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