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

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[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!]

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I've read Where the Sidewalk Ends? And things that we've had to read in class. I don't really go out of my way, though, sorry.

Well, why not?

I guess I just don't really understand it. I know there's supposed to be deeper meanings behind poetry, but I... just never really see it.

Maybe you're not reading the right poems, or you're reading them in the wrong setting, the wrong way.

Like in the middle of a boring class.

Exactly. Not all classes do it badly but... a lot of them don't do it well, or care if you care as long as you know what you have to know. It's a damn shame.

Maybe you should think about teaching at some point in your future.

Someday, maybe. I could think of worse things to do.

Garbage collecting.

Anything depending on math.

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

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