Friday, April 23, 2010

Dead Poet's Society

Dead Poet's Society was one of my favorite movies in high school. It probably still is but I haven't watched since. It was in the Jill's Picks section of the movie store i worked at in high school. Its one of those really inspiring, reaches right into your heart kinda movies. I cry my eyes out in movies pretty easily, but only a few very memorable ones are the kind that not only make me cry, but move me so much that i am bawling.. no, wailing and gulping for air loudly. So much so that my mom gets out of bed in the middle of the night to see what's wrong. This movie did that. This isn't bad. It feels so good to feel that much!

Why am I writing about this? I often read friends quotes on their blogs. I just love them and think geez, where do people find all these wonderful quotes? I wish I could just pull a few out of the back of my head. So I was thinking. This was one that came to mind. And its from this movie.... But by a famous poet.

"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself"

D.H Lawrence

I don't know what it was about this poem that really gets me; that has me remembering it a decade later. But I know through a lot of hard times I thought of this and knew it could be worse. It also helped me to push harder, to quit complaining and to know I could do better, do more, and be positive. It inspired me. Cheer's to poetry, and quotes!

4 comments:

Chris said...

..and it was 11 years ago when you read me some of your personal poems that you had written in your little book....that was the moment when I was able to see deep into your heart and fall completely in love with you...i remember it like it was yesterday...cheers to your poetry that you haven't written in a long time :(

marylou said...

I remember this writer and poem from school. It sends goosebumps up my arm. That quote slaps you with truth. I love it. It reminds me to never stop growing, never stop doing. It is when we edge toward being docile, in a rut, and static that we begin to feel sorry for ourselves. So yes be wild and celebrate.

dt said...

your awesome. i think you should start writing poetry on here that would make me smile. or just keep blogging your every day because that makes me smile too. hugs! tam

joe said...

love this jill. just back from Washingtion and have loved reading all about you, Chris & River. i hope i get to meet him soon. xoxo