1 June 2012
Inspired by Stablish and Dead Poets Society:
"John Keating: Close your eyes, close your eyes! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see. Todd Anderson: Uh, I-I close my eyes. John Keating: Yes. Todd Anderson: Uh, and this image floats beside me. John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman. Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something! Todd Anderson: H-His hands reach out and choke me. John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful! Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling. John Keating: What's he mumbling? Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth. John Keating: Yeah, yes. Todd Anderson: Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket! Todd Anderson: Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. [long pause then class applauds] John Keating: Don't you forget this. "
The Death came about, When I wasn't looking... To a little boy who went looking, Smelling , thinking something was overcooking.
I knew him, taught him. Taught him poetry when he didn't know it. He jumps around and around and around, Snatching books of Maths weighing a pound, Doesn't let them study, he sure makes a sound. He ran about and about, unbound.
Drama, that boy dreamt of, It was his dream girl , his dream job , his dream life. I saw him look at it like, It was a lover and he was in love.
When he stepped on stage, I felt him will the crowd into a gaze. They looked at him, only he was seen, From amongst a crowd of Seventeen. Each move his facial lines made, I laughed and cried, watching a masterpiece made. For every little gesture he took, It was an emotion, So powerful the ground seemed to have shook.
I taught him one day, This quote very few can say, "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. "To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." " David Thoreau, he spoke words of strength...
But this time its hard for me to comprehend, For its like a cold winter country, Where joy is at its highest Through the simplest means. But so is the fog, Where the mind cannot see what is meant to be in our life of searching for a hidden reverie.
One night or early day, He spoke against his father's way. It flashed through mind of steel, That memory of him around round and steal Every book, so everyone can feel Not overpowered by stress, but see the inside of the peel.
But life had spoken against him, Burned him when he did the right things, When he tried to live life to the brim, To suck out all the marrow of life.
Death was the only escape.The towel didn't stretch far enough, From the moment we entered crying, Till we leave dying.
So a gun was his way, And he laid dead, Today I looked back at that quote, David Thoreau spoke. And when I see the last line, I can't help but cry
Do it all when you live, Don't give it up don't give. Take what you can give nothing back, Don't ever ever hit the sack. You will find out your truth soon, The spring will come after this monsoon. Every breath every word is a boon, Spend each night staring, getting goosebumps by the moon.
Suck The Marrow • Opuss № I