Dead Poets’ Society isn’t the movie you thought it was—it is in fact a brutal critique of boomer liberalism and a cautionary tale against the perils of hippie rebellion. Mr. Keating is its villain; the other teachers and Neil’s father are the would-be heroes of this tragedy.
The film takes place at a *preparatory* school in the AngloCath style (not one of these ghey Puritan schools like Andover or Exeter where kids have been offing themselves for more than three centuries). The term itself prompts the question: preparing for what? Preparing how?
In the opening scene, at the school year’s opening convocation, we see the “Light of Knowledge” (a candle carried by an old man in a church procession) as it is passed, candle by candle, to each student. Insinuation is clear: empty-headed will have their minds filled, enlightened
The implications of these images are quite interesting: it is essentially as if, until they are fully educated, the boys are not even in possession of their own lives. Their parents live for them. Their daily activities are determined almost entirely by the adults around them.
And all of these activities are oriented towards THE FUTURE. In the present, the boys must suffer under the extremely high expectations placed upon them by their parents, teachers and advisors. (Actually back then teachers would’ve been called “masters”… based).
Enter Mr. Keating, played by Robin Williams. In his famous first scene, he takes the boys to look at photos of dead alumni of the school. He imagines out loud that these dead are singing out in unison the same refrain: CARPE DIEM! Seize the day!
Obviously, “carpe diem” as a life philosophy is a wholesale rejection of everything for which a “preparatory school” stands. In this same scene, Keating emphasizes the deadness of the dead, describing them as “food for worms” and “fertilizer for daffodils.”
In so doing, he rejects also the Christian doctrine of the afterlife, which is of one pattern with the prep school model: current suffering/self-denial for future reward. In the words of St. Jerome: “let us learn those things on earth, the knowledge of which continues in Heaven.”
Next we witness the first in-classroom lesson. Keating has a student read aloud from the intro to their poetry text, wherein is described a Cartesian graph on which any given poem can be plotted (x-axis: beauty & craft; y-axis: importance of the theme).
Shockingly to the boys, Keating instructs them to tear out the introduction. He wants them to reject poetry as something rigid and mathematical, and to embrace something like the free verse mentality of his hero, Walt Whitman. He tells them they ought to “savor language.”
The next scene contains one of the most telling lines: at lunch with another teacher, Keating ad libs a poem: “only in their dreams can men be truly free, ‘twas always thus, and always thus shall be.”
What kind of retard lib nonsense is this???
DOES THIS SOUND FAMILIAR, ANON??
Keating is motivated by the idea that his students should be taught not “what to think” but “how to think.” Again, does this sound familiar? The phrase “free thinkers” comes up repeatedly. But what happens when you learn “how to think” without ever learning *what to think*?
We catch a glimpse of the answer in the next scene, where the boys, at Keating’s encouragement, sneak into the woods at night in order to re-establishment the long-defunct DEAD POETS’ SOCIETY. They have heard Keating describe the meetings of old as some sort of bacchanal,
Wherein “poetry dripped from our tongues, like honey,” and hot babes abounded. The scene that follows is a sad imitation: one guy shows the others a playboy pin up nude, & it ultimately descends into troglodytic chatting of some sort of Congolese hymn, the boys dancing in a ring.
Eventually, Keating GROOMS Neil enough that Neil defies his father’s wishes, joining an acting troupe in the abutting town in their production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. When Neil’s father realizes that he has been disobeyed, he chimps out, enrolling Neil in military school.
Neil’s reaction is to commit suicide, martyring himself for Keating’s cause. The school blames Keating for Neil’s death and fires him. This is supposed to be viewed as a great injustice, against which the boys symbolically rebel by standing on their desks in the final scene.
This movie, like boomer liberalism in general, is quite unaware of itself. Isn’t it funny how Keating encourages his acolytes to “listen to the dead”, while at the same time spurring them to reject tradition? What is tradition if not the democracy of the dead, as Chesterton says?
It is also funny that Neil’s quest to “find himself”, to “be authentic” and so on, involves his devotion to the trade of ACTING—the art of pretending to be someone else! And that he sublimates this desire through none other than SHAKESPEARE, The Kronprinz of the Kanon!
The movie tells on itself: the scenes in the cave, where the boys recite their horrendous, musicless poetry, and end up conga-lining like some precultural tribe, and when Knox kisses sleeping Chris on the couch, steeling himself as he goes in with the familiar prayer: CARPE DIEM!
What kind of chaos can be descended into when “free thinking” is encouraged before you have anything to think about or any basis upon which to opine. The point of prep schools—of education!—was to provide that basis. You were welcome to rebel—but only after you had graduated.
We live among the fruits of an entire generation of Keatings. The gr00mers you can see every day on @libsoftiktok are his heirs. He pries his students from their families’ wishes in much the same way: with the promise of freedom and self-actualization. In one scene,
The students have to read a line of poetry and then punt a soccer ball. The lines are all from Whitman, who is the John the Baptist of Keatingism. The most telling is Charlie’s:
“TO INDEED BE A GOD!”
It has always been a cult of self-deification by lassitude and indulgence.
The movie is summed up in the final scene. The headmaster takes over Keating’s class, asking where they had gotten to in the textbook.
“We skipped around a lot, mostly the Romantics and post civil war (Whitman).”
“What about the Realists?”
“I believe we skipped them, sir.”
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If you are GenX or younger, you probably unwittingly grew up straddling a large contradiction. On the one hand, you most likely loved nature and her beauty: animool, birb song, lovely green trees and flowing river. Maybe being outside made you feel good and calm, at peace.
But on the other hand, you were also fed, through school, scouting, or other programs, a particularly environmental ideology, prior even to the climate change narrative. This is that of “leave no trace” “reduce your impact” “minimize your carbon footprint”, etc
There is scene in River Runs Through It where Brad Pitt character shows awesome prowess and commitment to catching huge fish, floating halfway down the river and almost over giant waterfall. His onlooking brother, the narrator, then says, “I knew then I was witnessing perfection https://t.co/Vpxualz07a
…but just as surely that life *is not a work of art* and the moment could not last.” I often juxtapose this scene, which I’ve always found moving and maybe truthful, with BAP mishimian exhortation: MAKE YOURSELF A WORK OF ART!
It makes me think favorite lines from Brothers K, which basically says that everything that is, living and inert, actually *is* a work of art—infinitely complex and perfectly ordered and inexhaustibly intelligible—everything except for man, whose default tends to mar the canvas
Been thinking more about this today. Do you realize that, ultimately, the bioleninist regime will have remove all interactions you may have with animool and plant? This is because their very existence contradicts their most base assumption: that creatures’ nature is malleable
The regime’s agricultural system already prerequires the nuking of vast acreages in order eliminate enough life to be viable. China solar panel carpet mountain landscape. You see beaver build dam and think, is nature for beaver to build dam, what is nature for me to do?
If you think this thought you’ve already transgressed a regime piety, by implying that some human nature or essence exists outside of our random whimsies and fantasies. They want you to believe that your essence is determined by whatever bizarre pathology pops into your head…
Complete and total lie, and such a basic lie that it is impossible to imagine that it is being uttered in ignorant good faith. Wherever it is too dry for plant matter to decompose (most of the world’s land), the removal of animals CREATES bare ground (desertification)
It’s not complicated or difficult to understand. Succession requires decay which requires moisture. On most of the world’s land, the only place moist enough for cellulose to decompose is inside the rumens of herbivores.
This isn’t to say that overgrazing isn’t just as bad as undergrazing. It makes perfect sense that they should both be equally bad, and both should result in the death of plants. because the impact of the cow is neither positive nor negative. What decides is *management*
Alright, fight fans. Be careful what you wish for, because now you’re all DOOMED: it’s finally time for the long-awaited, much-anticipated GOOD. WILL. HUNTING. DEBUNKED & BEDUNKED. THREAD. Strap in, anon. It’s time to “go see about a girl.”
As far as libtard fetishes go, this flick has it all. I mean, it’s a movie about THERAYP. But not just that. It’s about upward mobility. It’s about human… MOTILITY. And most of all it’s about a man’s ABILITY… to allow a woman to final soften his childhood abuse-hardened heart.
On that note, let’s start with the end. Will takes the-rapist’s—serial villainous shitlib Robin Williams (deceitful tr00n in Mrs. Doubtfire, perfidious queer in Birdcage)—advice to abandoned friends and homeland to GO WEST in hot pursuit of his MID British doctor girlboss gf,
Wokeism is nothing more another sorry attempt by subaverage but rhetorically exploitative minds to address the universal human condition, which is the experience of alienation from a centralizing human essence or special nature, which no other creature observably shares.
There many other such attempts. Only one (premodern Christianity) is and ever can be successful, because only it can address the root causes. Wokeism addresses neither cause nor effect of this condition: its strategy is to postulates that no such condition, or alienation, exists.
It does so by asserting that a human essence can be accessed through each person’s unique individuality. The trouble is that it sets no standard or structure for what an individual should be. This is why all adherents of this ideology eventual melt into obese, amorphous blobs.