Jun 30
Crying at poetry again, thank you Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien and Frank O'Hara and Mark Leidner and Tom Schulman and Ann LeBlanc for helping me overcome the way my country's education system programmed me to hate poetry
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Crying at poetry again, thank you Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien and Frank O'Hara and Mark Leidner and Tom Schulman and Ann LeBlanc for helping me overcome the way my country's education system programmed me to hate poetry
Tom Schulman Official AMA on the r/movies subreddit
I took screenshots of all DPS related questions and his answers, I´ll leave the link of the AMA in case y´all want to read all of it yourself
Man i wish i could have been there to ask him questions, I left my comment there despite knowing there was little to no chance he would answer : (, still such a fun read nontheless
no matter what anyone tells you, words and ideas have the power to change the world.
—Dead Poets Society (1988), Nancy. H. Kleinbaum & Tom Schulman
We are listening for the calling but never really heeding, Hoping for the future when the future’s only plans. Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily, Praying for a savior when salvation’s in our hands.
—Dead Poets Society (1988), Nancy. H. Kleinbaum & Tom Schulman
he’s planned the rest of my life for me, and he’s never even asked me what I want!
—Dead Poets Society (1988), Nancy. H. Kleinbaum & Tom Schulman
There is a place for daring and a place for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.
—Dead Poets Society (1988), Nancy. H. Kleinbaum & Tom Schulman
Marcel Antonio
He. Dear, I must be gone While night shuts the eyes Of the household spies; That song announces dawn.
She. No, night's bird and love's Bids all true lovers rest, While his loud song reproves The murderous stealth of day.
—William Butler Yeats
Truth. Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
—Tom Schulman, Dead Poets Society
What we adore in the human body, even more than its beautiful shape, is the interior flame that makes it transparent.
—Auguste Rodin