“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.” - John Keating, Dead Poets Society.
A recent listening of an audio recording of my birthday bash done years back brought upon a realization of that other means of self-expression that I used to do, and that is write poetry. My last poems were published online at the Philippine Daily Inquirer site.
It seems that poetry has been lost in this day and age, but at this point could we very well say that it is not only dying, but dead?
No, poetry isn’t dead; it is still very much alive if only we could learn to see and feel its existence. In my case, it is found in the verses of the songs I have written and will continue to write.
Makes me want to watch Dead Poets Society again for some good old dose of “Carpe Diem”.
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