♕ |[47]| We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey

[had_not_lived]

[Anonymous Voice Post is Anonymous!]

[There's a pause before he begins speaking in a stage whisper theoretically designed to disguise his voice. If you know him (or his brother, for that matter,) it might be obvious; but really, it's for effect. Don't stifle his flair for the dramatic okay.]

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.

We of the Dead Poets believe that, although our academic pursuits are a matter of great importance, such work is not what we live for; poetry, passion, the appreciation of beauty, are what keep us from being bound to lives of quiet desperation.

So tell me, gentlemen, ladies-- can you keep a secret?


[In addition, one might find here and there random bits of poetry-- mostly of the Romantic era-- chalked unobtrusively on walls and sidewalks, occasionally 'signed' with the initials DPS, or the words Dead Poets Society.

Any student of any school who expresses interest in this post-- anyone he can identify, anyway-- will be slipped a piece of paper at some point with a few lines of Coleridge and a time tomorrow evening written on it.]



[ooc; All replies will be text or the same 'anonymous' whisper >3 Neil's AU bio is over hyar, along with all my others. ^_^ a-as always please don't fourth-wall the Dead Poets :X Todd will be posting re: the meeting tomorrow!]

Comments

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

A secret? I'm rather fond of secrets.

[had_not_lived]

Are you, now? This is not one I share lightly.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Is it not? Shall I prove my fondness for secrets and my skill at keeping them before you'll tell me?

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Creepy and educated. Nice.

[had_not_lived]

Solemn and serious, certainly, but creepy? I'm not so sure.

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

A little creepy. Creepy like a children's hour on Halloween.

[ pause ]

What kind of secret anyway?

[goodboysgood.livejournal.com]

[He has his suspicions, but-]

Where's that from? Not the poem, 'quiet desperation'?

[had_not_lived]

The same place as the first lines I spoke.

[goodboysgood.livejournal.com]

[There has to be a huff here. He could have looked it up of course, but poetry - well, he knows the required reading list perfectly well.]

It's an unusual way of putting it.

audio; sob hello from placeholder land, please enjoy your stay

[treacherouswork.livejournal.com]

[The silence when the line picks up isn't any thoughtful pause. It's really just Claire trying to work out what that means. Sadly, no dice.]

So... you're a lifeivore?

audio; it's a cozy place. i spend lots of time there

[had_not_lived]

You could say that, if you wanted to. I think I rather like it actually.

audio; it's becoming my favorite vacation spot

[treacherouswork.livejournal.com]

Eating life is kind of a contradiction, though, don't you think?

[laughs-forever.livejournal.com]

Only dead poets allowed?

[had_not_lived]

Indeed. Dead Poets as defined by the Dead Poets, of course.

[laughs-forever.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a pretty cool club, um, society. I think. As long as it's not just reiterating English class or something...

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[mumbled_truth]

Found somewhere to have it yet?

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[had_not_lived]

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree.

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[mumbled_truth]

As stars ever-present do again reveal
Their seats against dusk's shaded veil?

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Two solitary stars--
Unmeasured systems far
Between us roll;
But by our conscious light we are
Determined to one pole.

I like Thoreau. Not my favorite, though.

[ooc: Justin suspects! And he is a former Culter's student.]

[had_not_lived]

Who's your favorite, then?

[absinthe-eyed.livejournal.com]

Rimbaud, closely followed by Byron and Coleridge.

[moresake.livejournal.com]

If it's a worthwhile secret, perhaps.

[had_not_lived]

It is, of course; though perhaps not one everyone would see the value in.

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[j-leonard.livejournal.com]

Try not to get us kicked out of another school, alright?

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[had_not_lived]

Hey, that was not my fault!

Not totally, at least.

We'll be fine. Worst comes to worst I'm sure Dad'll spring for you to stay here and save our reputation while they ship me off to military school somewhere.