DPS as Corrective Emotional Experience

People who know me closely understand why I post and write a lot about Dead Poets Society (DPS); there’s a reason that it’s my laptop’s wallpaper, duh!!

To emphasise, DPS is liberating, and that for me, after almost five decades after its release is astounding. I realised the lines are natural as they are etched in one’s heart. The movie pushes you to be daring lest you run out of the creative the younger selves we all have.

We all tried Carpe Diem in various ways, but it’s not about relentless rebellion, it’s more transcendental and otherworldly when we hold up to what we value. DPS taught me to dare, dare my heart to never cease trying, loving, and striving.

I know my writing is scattered, but it’s like Mr Keating had bestowed upon me the romanticism that he ambassadors. “A barbaric yawp” in Keating’s words.

It’s quite saddening that we don’t hold the relevance of such art despite it reminding us we are full of energy and passion until death brushes with our living, and yet most of us remain ignorant.

DPS has given us those lines that are deeply reflective and stirring at the same time. I cried and laughed when Keatings said language is “to woo women.” That’s what we’re trying to do, always embellishing and tweaking the inherent innocence through mundane actions.

“O’ Captain! My Captain!” it’s an ode to your brilliance, and there are a lot of souls like me who’re grateful for having stumbled upon this sensible piece of humaneness.