Dead Poets Society

I watched Dead Poets Society the other night for the first time. I know – I’m a little behind the times. And surprisingly I have very little to say about it except that if you haven’t seen it, do. It’s a powerful and uplifting film, and for once I’m not using those terms ironically. It really is worth watching.

I close my eyes

His image floats beside me

A sweaty-toothed madman

With a stare that pounds my brain

His hands reach out and choke me

Truth is like a blanket

That always leaves your feet cold

Stretch it

Pull it

It will never cover any of us

Kick at it

Beat at it

It will never be enough

From the moment we enter crying

To the moment we leave dying

It will cover just your head

As you wail

And cry

And scream

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