Dead Poets Society – Students’ Poetry Scene

To Chris. I see a sweetness in her smile. Bright light shines from her eyes. But life is complete. Contentment is mine. Just knowing that… Just knowing that. she’s alive. Sorry, captain, it’s stupid. No, no, it’s not stupid. It’s good effort.It touched on one of the
major themes: love. A major theme not only in poetry, but life. Mr. Hopkins, you were laughing. You’re up. The cat sat on the mat. Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins. You have the first poem to ever have a negative
score on the Pritchard scale. We’re not laughing at you, we’re laughing
near you. I don’t mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be
about simple things like a cat, or flower, or rain. You see, poetry can come from anything with
the stuff of revelation in it. Just don’t let your poems be ordinary. Now, who’s next? Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting there in agony. Come on, Todd, step up. Let’s put you out
of your misery. I didn’t do it. I didn’t write a poem. Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside
of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn’t that right, Todd? Isn’t the your worst fear? Well, I think you’re wrong. I think you have something inside of you that
is worth a great deal. “I sound my barbaric YAWP over the rooftops
of the world.” W.W., Uncle Walt again. Now, for those of you who don’t know, a yawp
is a loud cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would like you to give us a demonstration
of a barbaric yawp. Come on, you can’t yawp sitting down. Let’s go. Come on, up. Gotta get in yawping stance. A yawp. No, not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp. Yawp. Come on, louder. Yawp. Oh, that’s a mouse. Come on, louder. Yawp. God, boy, yell like a man. Yawp! There it is. You see, you have a barbarian in you after Now, you don’t get away that easy. There’s a picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of? Don’t think, answer. Go on. A madman. What kind of madman? Don’t think about it, answer again. A crazy madman. You can do better. Free up your mind, use your imagination. Say the first thing that pops into your head,
even if it’s gibberish. A sweaty-toothed madman. Good God, boy, there’s a poet in you after
all. There, close your eyes. Close your eyes, close them. Now, describe what you see. I closed my eyes! Yes? And this image floats beside me. a sweaty-toothed madman. A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that
pounds my brain. Oh, that’s excellent. Now give him action. Make him do something. His hands reach out and choke me. That’s it. Wonderful, wonderful! And all the time he’s mumbling. What’s he mumbling? Mumbling truth. Truth like a blanket that always leaves your
feet cold. Forget them, forget them. Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket. You can 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’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. Don’t you forget this.

32 thoughts on “Dead Poets Society – Students’ Poetry Scene

  1. Hard to do a barbaric YAWP with the audio level so low.

  2. Mr Keating 37k p.a experienced and respected and vocal member of staff, removed by converted non teaching Academy SLT, replaced by 22k k p.a niece of new non teaching academy principal on 223k pa who keeps her head bowed and accepts all orders legal or not

  3. Robin William was a gifted intellectual artist. He was brilliant in every performance and in each character that he portrayed. He demonstrated to the young men not to be a stereo typed or close minded (like robots) but to be open minded and objective. To visulized and to broaden there horizons (seize the day)!

  4. In Mr Keating style: instant poem: I yell my barbaric YAWP for Robin, genius of word and face and style, whose heart gave us heart, whose words gave us words, and whose face gave us expression and laughter, who chose to leave us on his own terms, tho we wished him not to, and whose memory stands with us forever.

    He taught us how to love and how to laugh and how to cry, and a spirit like that can never die, you're far too strong, you do go on, we see you not but you see all, and make us laugh in home and hall, you played your part, never without full heart… but you went away and now we pray, why did you go when we loved you so…

  5. Does anyone know what the words are to the poem that Todd makes up? Id really like to know.

  6. Robin Williams thinks everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right Robin?

    Seriously, I miss you Robin. But sadly I don't blame you. Dementia with Lewy bodies is abjectly awful in the worst way. I interned in a Parkinson's center and know a thing or two about this. I just wish you'd let us help.

  7. This scene is referenced in the book, "The Portable MBA in Entrepreneurship", and is a damn perfect demonstration of how to overcome fear in finding your innermost creativity. Whether an artist, entrepreneur, scientist, etc, never be afraid to exercise your creativity against the grain of laughter and dismay.

    This is my first time seeing this scene and I am in goddamn tears.

  8. Actually, I have something against the character Mr. Keating. In this movie, he is depicted as a desirable teacher, while he is somehow also responsible to what he has taught to his students including Neil, who eventually commits suicide. While suggesting the ideals in the new way of teaching, he has to introduce what to do in reality as well. Appealing to the 'ideas' while putting the real problems aside is not practically good in the end. Also, he fails to provide with any insightful advice to Neil who is struggling between his father's demands to focus on his school works and his desires for acting. In terms of problem solving, teaching how to handle with sequences of problems in reality must be prior to telling about the idealistic stuffs, but he didn't. So I think it is somehow his culpability as well.

  9. bro this scene leaves me breathless. i want every frame of it tattooed on my body, that's the only way i can describe how much it resonates with me

  10. I think everything inside me is worthless and embarassing sometimes, too #tooreal

  11. If only all teachers were like robin Williams. Then learning would be amazing, tantalizing, a wish come true. If only. I feel like he taught more about poetry in 4 minutes than i have ever learned in 4 years.

  12. I would die if Robin Williams was my teacher! RIP, Mr. Williams. What a legend.

  13. I remember watching this for the first time and being stunned at the end of this scene when I suddenly realized that he came up with a poem, a truly great one at that, and that it was due to Keating’s own teaching style

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