By chance, or by necessity, in short, I came across the dead poets society in this season of death, because because it reminded me of my own dead life, maybe something was irretrievable, maybe something was too late. For those who are irretrievable and timely, I will talk about the touching and sadness brought to me by "Death Poetry Society".
The Society of Dead Poetry depicts the challenge of a cutting-edge teacher, Kiddin, to a rigid model of education, celebrating the beauty of literature and advocating a way of life in which "people inhabit poetically."
As a film with a tragic theme, "Death Poetry Society" has its own touching features. For me, I wept tears over Neil's suicide and for Kittin's departure. I consider myself to have retained the "psychological distance" of being the viewer, but I have to admit that I am still invisibly infected by some emotion, and maybe this is the power of tragedy! But I felt sorry for Neil—sorry for his misfortune, angry at him. Even in a patriarchal society, the father should not impose his will on the son, who is not an appendage of the father, but an independent individual with his own thoughts and wills. Neil loves acting, but his father longs for him to enter Harvard to study medicine, and after repeated compromises, he finally stepped onto the stage he had longed for under the encouragement of Mr. Kiding, but all of that was short-lived. Leaving the stage and returning to reality, he played the father's obedient son again. Obviously, he had a chance to communicate with his father, but he chose silence and eventually went to death. He left, but left endless harm to his family and friends. So I said, "He's too irresponsible, not responsible for himself, not responsible for his family, not responsible for his friends." He was a coward. "Why in the world are there so many things that cannot be solved?" There may be many setbacks on the road of life, since there is no escape, then bravely face them, face setbacks - all depend on the state of mind, believe that there is no mountain higher than your feet, only to see if you are willing to climb.
Here I saw Ender's growth—from a shy child to a fearless warrior. The film doesn't give an account of where his shyness comes from, but in my opinion, his problems come from himself. He had an excellent older brother, whose radiance obscured his radiance, and he became timid and cowardly, even inferior. When Mr. Kidding let him stand on the podium, when Mr. Kidding gave him psychological hints, when Mr. Kidding covered his eyes with his hands, his inspiration came from all directions, which can be described as "relying on horses and a thousand words", which was the first time he defeated himself. When Mr. Kiding left the classroom, he finally stood at the desk and shouted out their secret words – oh captain! My captain, provoked all the members of the Death Poetry Society to bid farewell to the teacher, and at that moment they broke through the shackles of the school teacher and their own thoughts. Ender also finally defeated himself.
Mr. Keiding can be described as an alternative to the whole school, and he brings a touch of anger to the college with his anti-traditional approach to education: he takes the students to listen to the sound of death in the school history building and reflects on the meaning of life; lets the students read out their ideals on the green field; in his classroom, he encourages students to stand at the desk and observe the world around them with a new perspective; he introduces many thoughtful poems to the students; he advocates a free and divergent philosophy of thinking... What he did resonated strongly with the hearts of the students, they gradually learned to think and explore on their own, bravely asked the way of life, and even violated the access control, established the Death Poetry Society, and sang in the cave! His education is like a spring wind and rain, and the moisturizer silently remains in everyone's heart. So "Dead Poets Society" has been translated as "Spring Wind and Rain", and I think this is the best interpretation of Kitin's dedication!
And of course "oh captain!" The title of "my captain" foreshadows the ending of Mr. Kidding with Lincoln's ending. Looking at his figure, I remembered a TV series I had watched before, "Eighteen-year-old Sky", which was also the story of a new teacher in a middle school. Mr. Gu Yuetao was newly transferred to that middle school as a new third-grade eighth class teacher and Chinese teacher drawn from each class, and he taught in a strange and relaxed style, fighting wits and courage with students, and the class ranking soared from the first grade to the first grade, and he also won the love of his classmates in the process. It's just that their endings are different, Gu Yuetao has become the most popular teacher in this school, while Mr. Kiding has left the scene. Perhaps Gu Yuetao should be glad that he has an enlightened headmaster, so that he can retreat in the "shelling" of the parents. Mr. Keiding's pressure is far greater than his, his pressure comes from society, from school, from colleagues, from parents, not without pressure from the family!
In addition to the highlights of the story itself, this film also has a lot of brilliant lines. The most exciting thing in my opinion is "Capidion" – seize the day, both in its meaning and in its tone. And the thought-provoking sentence — "we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. and 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. (We read and write poetry not because they are fun, but because we are part of human beings, and human beings are passionate.) Yes, medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits that are enough to sustain a person's life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are the meanings of our lives. ）
There are also many references to the original works of writers and poets: "gather ye rosebuds while ye may old time is stil a-flying and this same flowers that smiles today tomorrow will be dying" <tothe virginsto make much of time> Gone are the old days, and today's smiling flowers will wither in the wind tomorrow {Robert Herrick, "Persuade the Boys to Cherish Time")
“ oh me, oh life of the questions of these recurring. of the endless trains of the faithless of cities filled with the foolish... skipping... what good amid these to me, o life?the answer is: that you are here-that life exists and identity that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” (Huh!) Me! scold! life! These problems are always emerging, people without faith are constantly circulating, cities are full of ignorance, what is the point of living in them? scold! Me! scold! life! The answer is: because you exist, because life and individuals exist; because the great drama continues, because you can dedicate a poem. {Whitman Blades of Grass})
“ i went to the wood. because i wanted to live deliberately. i wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! to put to rout allthat was not life, and not, when i had come to die, discover that i had not lived. (I walk into the jungle / Because I want to live meaningfully / I want to live deeply / Absorb all the essence of life / Crush everything that is not inanimate / Lest when my life ends / Find that I have never lived {Thoreau, Walden})
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There are also poems by Whitman, Shakespeare, Robert Frost, and others. These poems also invisibly add a little literary flavor to the film, and the poetry club will not appear pale and weak.
The Dead Poets Society is translated as The Dead Poets Society. The Death Poetry Society, once the place where Mr. Keiding and his classmates gathered, were a group of romantics. He felt that they were not just reading poems, that the poems slipped from between their tongues like honey. Emotions are high, women are excited, and souls are galloping.
"Death", as if Whitman's verse about life gives an answer ("oh me, oh life of the questions of these recurring. of the endless trains of the faithless of cities filled with the foolish... skipping... what good amid these to me, o life?the answer is: that you are here-that life exists and identity that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.” But One of Kittin's lines also spells "death" — believe or not, each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.
It just so happened that I recently read Lu Xun and read "Wild Grass", and Lu Xun wrote in "Wild Grass Inscription": "The life of the past has died. I rejoice in this death because I know that it has survived. Dead life has decayed. I rejoice in this decay, for I know by this that it is not empty. Judging from Lu Xun's words, because "death" is part of the process of life, it is enough to prove the historical existence of life. "Decay" is the physical manifestation of "death", because of "decay", so knowing that "past life" is not "empty", is an affirmation of "dead life".
For me, the past life is dead, and the past days are like the fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, like the frost-yellowing weeds, like the melting snow in winter, they are all gone. I didn't have much joy in this death, but I knew it had survived. Dead life has also decayed. I also do not rejoice in this decay, for I know my regrets and regrets. The times I have missed and the past that I have done wrong are decayed in the life of death, and my regret is only increased.
When the swallows go, there is a time to come again; when the willows wither, there are times when they are green again; when the peach blossoms are thankful, and there are times when they bloom again. But the life of death is gone forever. Those who go are gone, those who come come; in the middle of coming, there is only hurry. And my life? The past life is dead, the present life is dying, the future life is going to die - a lifetime, but just to die. May "I rejoice in this death now or will die, because I know by this that it has ever lived." Dead life will decay. I rejoice in this decay, for I know by this that it is not empty", so, enough!