2.09.2015

the thing about art

is that it reminds there is still beauty & joy & light amidst all our broken messiness. it gives a voice to those of us who stifle our emotions. it's an expression for we who cannot find words powerful enough for the colors our hearts speak when they feel. 

i still have days where i miss the freedom and release of dancing. i miss the tension of my soul untangling with the movements of my body. we are such interconnected beings.

because however problematic the movie Dead Poets Society may be, there are truths and gems in the words of John Keating [especially taken out of context which he can't mind since he is forever doing that to his poets ;) ] 
anyway in the words of Robin William's script: 

"It's a battle, it's a war; and the casualties may very well be your hearts and souls...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. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities 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 goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"


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