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John Keating
Oh Captain, my captain. Who knows where that came from? Anybody?
Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr.Abraham Lincoln.
Now, in this class, you can call me either Mr. Keating or
if you're slightly more daring, Oh Captian, my Captain

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Poem - To the Virgins to Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be die."

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John Keating
"gather ye rosebuds while ye may,"
The Latin term for that sentiment is Carpe Diem. Who knows what that means?

Meeks
Carpe Diem. That's seize the day".

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John Keating
" Seize the day." " Gather ye rosebud while ye may."
Why does the writer use these lines?

Charlie
Because he's in a hurry

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¿Ö ½ÃÀÎÀÌ ÀÌ·± ¸»À» ½èÁö?

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John Keating
No. Ding. Thanks for playing anyway. Because we are food for worm lads.
Because, believe it or not, each of us in this room is one day
going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.
I would like you to step forward over here and persue some faces from the past.
You've walked past them many times, but I don't think you've really looked at them.
They're not taht different from you, are they? Same haircuts, full of
hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel.
The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things just like many of you. Their eyes are full of hope, just like you.
Did they wait until it was too late to make from their live even one iota of what they were capable?
Because gentlemen, those boys are fertilizing daffodils. If you listen real
close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in.
Listen. You hear it? Carpe, Carpe. Carpe Diem. Seize the day boys. Make
your lives extraordinary.

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John Keating
Excrement. That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. We're not laying pipe.
We're talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like Amerian Bandstand?
"Oh, I like Byron. I give him a 42, but I can't dance to it."
Now I want you to rip out that page. Go on. Rip it out. Thank you Mr. Dalton.
Gentlemen, I'll tell you what, not just that page, but the entire introduction.
I want it gone, history. Leave nothing of it. Rip it out, rip!
Be gone J.Evans Pritchard, PHD. Rip. Shred. Tear.
I want to hear nothing but the ripping of Mr. Pritchard.
We'll perforate it, put it on a roll. It's not the Bible.
You're not going to hell for this. Make a clean tear. I want nothing left of it.

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'¿À, ³­ ¹ÙÀÌ·± ½Ã´Â 42Á¡Â¥¸®¶ó ¾È ÁÁ¾ÆÇØ'
ÀÚ, ÀÌÁ¦ ±× ÀåÀ» Âõ¾î ¹ö·Á¶ó. ¾î¼­, ¸ù¶¥ Âõ¾î ¹ö·Á. (´ÞÆ°ÀÌ Ã¥À» ÂõÀÚ)°í¸¿³× ´ÞÆ°±º.
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ÇÁ¸®Ã­µå ¹Ú»ç´ÔÀ» ¾ø¾Ö°Å¶ó. Âõ¾î ³»¹ö·Á.
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John Keating
Now in my class you'll learn to think for yourselves again.
You will learn to savor words and language.
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

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John Keating
We don't read poetry because we are members of the human race.
The human race is filled with passion.
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
To quote from Whitman:

O me. O life. Of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless,
Of cities filled with the foolish.
What good amid these o me, o life?
The answer, that you are here.
That life exists and identity.
That the powerful play goes on.
and you may contribute a verse.


What will be your verse?

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Neil
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."

Charlie
I'll second that.

Neil
To put to rout all that was not life.
And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.

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