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- Path: sparky!uunet!uiunix!donz
- From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
- Subject: Dead Poets
- Message-ID: <347@uiunix.ui.org>
- Date: 19 Nov 92 17:22:10 GMT
- Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ 07054
- Lines: 51
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- In article <1992Nov19.123131.12311@waikato.ac.nz> et1@waikato.ac.nz writes:
- >I wonder if you've ever seen the film "Dead Poet's Society"?? Its a definite
- >must for anyone looking at "what poetry is", as much as that can actually be
- >described.
-
- Excuse me, but Dead Poet's Society does not tell what poetry is. It merely
- describes one of many doors we can open in order to enter the realm of
- poetry. That is why it is not a good example of teaching. At least one
- teacher has complained of this movie, since the teacher creates a group-think
- mentality at which the teacher himself is the center of attention. A better
- teacher would be to promote individualized ways of attacking poetry. The
- teacher this is based on is actually a History teacher, and I hear that he
- is far more radical and enlightening than the Robin Williams version.
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- Not a bad movie, but I was offended when it stole best original screenplay
- from Do The Right Thing.
- >
- >caper daum - seize the day
-
- What sort of Latin is this?
-
-
- And now, a poem:
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- William Met The King Of All Rice Cakes
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- A blanket (blue) fuzz'd his body,
- warm in cold, blue in night.
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- A bird whispered of the brass glint
- and the shrill sound.
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- The foam wriggled 'neath his bed,
- firedly anticipating.
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- The window creaked that special squeak,
- the wind hoo-tooted.
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- Someone poured the coffee unevenly
- in white cups disposable.
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- That sound against the glass--a bird
- here crashed, flutt'ring?
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- Posthumous O'Toole
- 11-19-92
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