It’s been years since I’ve seen this movie.
Imagine if every public school still taught Yeats, Keats, Whitman, Browning, and Byron. I don’t know what it’s like in Australia, England, Canada, US etc but it’s not the case here (NZ).
There is something inspiring about the idea of young people gathering to share poetry, creativity and ideas. Any group of people coming to create rather than destroy is always inspiring, especially in the young and impressionable. I wonder how different my life would be if those sorts of positive influences had been around in my informative teenage years. Better or worse? My teenage years created a lot of material.
I forgot how many amazing young actors were in this film. Ethan Hawke. Gale Hansen. Yum.
I am hoping this year will encourage me to spend my time consuming media that is far more intellectually stimulating than vegging on the couch watching Gilmore Girls. I want to be the sort of person who can discuss the difference between Robert Frost or Walt Whitman, not the sort of person who can talk about Lorelai’s favourite shoes.
Today’s poem is where O Captain! comes from. Oh Captain! My Captain by Walt Whitman.