2014-08-15 19:10:52DJ

O Captain, my Captain / Mr.Keating

Mr.Robin Williams,謝謝你的Dead Poets Society以及Bicentennial Man‧‧‧。

好的劇本,需要有好的、適合的演員及其出色的演技才能成就當中的精髓。。。

 


 


 

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Mr Kearing :

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read andwrite poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race isfilled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering , these are noblepursuits 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…ofcities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, “O me, O life ?” Answer.That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goeson and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play * goes on * and youmay contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

 

McAllister: Show me the heart unfettered byfoolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man.

Mr Kearing :

But only in their dreams can men betruly free. 'T was always thus, and always thus will be.

McAllister:Tennyson?

Mr Kearing : No,Keating.

Neil: [quoting Henry DavidThoreau]I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. Iwanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

Dalton: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.

Mr Kearing :

There’s time for daring and there’s atime for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.

 

[Keating stands on his desk]

Mr Kearing :Whydo I stand up here? Anybody?

Dalton:To feel taller!

Mr Kearing :No!

[Dings a bell with his foot]

Mr Kearing :Thankyou for playing Mr. Dalton.I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things ina different way.

 

Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you musttrust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think themodd or unpopular, even though the herd may go.

 

Soavoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he isexhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for onereason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. Italso won’t do in your essays.

 

Ifyou listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on,lean in. Listen, you hear it? - Carpe - hear it? – Carpe, Carpe Diem, seize theday boys, make your lives extraordinary.

 

Nomatter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.

 

Butpoetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!

 

Boys, you must strive to find yourown voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are tofind it at all. Thoreau said.

Most men lead lives fo quiet desperation.”Don’t be resigned to that.Break out !

This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts andsouls.

We’re not laughing at you ; we’re laughing near you. But only in theirdreams can men be truly free. It was always thus, and always thus will be.

 

To much is taken, much abides ;and we are not now that strength which in old days Moved Earth and Heaven. Thatwhich we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts. Made weak by time andfate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

 

Mr.Keating:

They're not that different from you, are they? Samehaircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. Theworld is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, justlike many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they waituntil it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they werecapable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils.But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Goon, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem,seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary. 

O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from?Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. AbrahamLincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you'reslightly more daring, O Captain my Captain. 

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on thebone. 

John Keating:
Close your eyes, close your eyes!Close 'em! Now, describe what

you see. 
Todd Anderson:
Uh, I-I close my eyes. 
John Keating:
Yes. 
Todd Anderson:
Uh, and this image floats besideme. 
John Keating:
A sweaty-toothed madman. 
Todd Anderson:
A sweaty-toothed madman with a starethat pounds my

brain. 
John Keating:
Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give himaction - make him do  

something! 
Todd Anderson:
H-His hands reach out and chokeme. 
John Keating:
That's it! Wonderful,wonderful! 
Todd Anderson:
And all the time he's mumbling. 
John Keating:
What's he mumbling? 
Todd Anderson:
Mumbling truth. 
John Keating:
Yeah, yes. 
Todd Anderson:
Truth like-like a blanket that alwaysleaves your feet cold. 
John Keating:
[some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay 

with the blanket. Tell me about thatblanket! 
Todd Anderson:
Y-Y-You push it, stretch it, it'llnever be enough. You kick at  

it,beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment weenter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as youwail and cry and scream. 

[long pause then class applauds] 
John Keating:
Don't you forget this. 
John Keating:
Phone call from God. If it had beencollect, that would have been  

daring! 

John Keating:
Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that. this   

assignment scares the hell out ofyou, you mole! 

 

 N.H.Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society






 


 


 


 



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