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In 1989 screenwriter Tom Schulman won the Academy Award for Best Screenplay Written Directly for the Screen for “Dead Poets Society” and was honored with a number of nominations including WGA and Golden Globe writing awards. Set in 1959, New England, the story centers on an unorthodox English teacher’s struggle to inspire independent thought and a passion for life in his c

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    Franco  Santos

    Mar 01, 2015

    rated it
    really liked it

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    review of another edition

    … believe me, we didn’t simply read… We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Women swooned, spirits soared… gods were created.

    4.5

    Me gustó muchísimo. Gran libro, gran historia. Es tan corto pero cuánto dice…

    description

    ¿Qué tengo que sentir? ¿Qué me dejó exactamente este relato? No lo sé… No lo sé. ¿Darle la espalda a todo lo que nos enseñaron y sucumbir a la exasperación del sentimiento? ¿Vivir en pos de un sueño que todos quieren ver hecho polvo? ¿Vale la pena luchar por eso? ¿O acaso no ha

    … believe me, we didn’t simply read… We let it drip from our tongues like honey. Women swooned, spirits soared… gods were created.

    4.5

    Me gustó muchísimo. Gran libro, gran historia. Es tan corto pero cuánto dice…

    description

    ¿Qué tengo que sentir? ¿Qué me dejó exactamente este relato? No lo sé… No lo sé. ¿Darle la espalda a todo lo que nos enseñaron y sucumbir a la exasperación del sentimiento? ¿Vivir en pos de un sueño que todos quieren ver hecho polvo? ¿Vale la pena luchar por eso? ¿O acaso no hay salida en este mundo tan obstinado? ¿O es que, quizá, solo nos tenemos que conformar con los breves instantes de satisfacción que nos concede la vida?

    Esta obra hace pensar, hace que retrocedamos y retrocedamos y pensemos y pensemos en lo que hicimos y lo comparemos con lo que queremos, y después nos hace comparar lo que queremos con lo que realmente queremos, y luego nos dice que vayamos por ello, aunque eso cueste más de lo que podamos ganar, porque en una sociedad así el costo siempre será mayor.

    ¿Vale la pena? ¿Vale la pena arriesgarlo todo luchando por lo único que verdaderamente se anhela?

    Es difícil decir algo sobre Dead Poets Society. Es espectacular. Es de esas obras que no se olvidan; quedan guardadas en un lugar especial en el que poco polvo entra y poca memoria sale. También debo decir que tiene un final que no esperaba, para nada. Me dejó más preguntas que certezas. Este libro es una tragedia. La tragedia de existir en un mar de cenizas que apaga cada chispa de los que buscan el fuego.

    Cabe aclarar que todavía no vi la película, así que todo lo leído fue nuevo para mí.

    Les dejo el poema ¡Oh Capitán!, ¡mi Capitán!, de Walt Whitman.

    ¡Oh Capitán! ¡Mi Capitán! Nuestro terrible viaje ha terminado,
    la nave ha sorteado todos los escollos, hemos obtenido el premio que anhelábamos,
    el puerto está cerca, oigo las campanas, la gente toda jubilosa,
    mientras sus miradas siguen la firme quilla, el navío imponente y osado.

    Mas, ¡oh, corazón! ¡Corazón! ¡Corazón!
    ¡Oh, las sangrantes gotas carmesí
    sobre el puente, donde mi Capitán yace,
    caído, frío y muerto!

    ¡Oh, Capitán! ¡Mi Capitán! Levántate y escucha las campanas;
    Levántate, por ti se ha derribado la bandera, por ti suena el clarín,
    por ti los ramilletes y coronas con cintas, por ti las rebosantes riberas
    a ti te llaman las oscilantes muchedumbres volviendo sus anhelantes rostros.

    ¡Vamos, Capitán, querido padre!
    ¡El brazo bajo tu cabeza!
    Tan solo es un sueño que sobre el puente,
    hayas caído, frío y muerto.

    Mi Capitán no contesta, sus labios están pálidos e inmóviles,
    mi padre no siente mi brazo, no tiene pulso ni voluntad,
    el navío está anclado sano y salvo, su viaje cerrado y terminado.
    del terrible viaje el navío victorioso regresa con su objetivo cumplido.

    ¡Regocijaos riberas, y tañed campanas!
    que yo, con afligidos pasos,
    recorro el puente donde mi Capitán yace,
    caído, frío y muerto.


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    Gypsy

    کتاب نتونست اونقدی که رو بقیه تأثیر گذاشت، رو من تأثیر بذاره. بهتر بگم، ترجمه! من ترجمه اصلی رو نخونده بودم، خیلی دنبال کتاب بودم و اصلاً نتونستم پیداش کنم. نمدونم الان نایاب حساب میشه یا واقعاً تو این شهر درندشت نتونستم پیداش کنم. ناچار شدم ترجمه اینترنتی رو بخونم، سالها بود دلم میخواست انجمن شاعران مرده رو بخونم و شعرهاشو این ور اون ور خونده بودم و داستانشو میدونستم و فیلمش هم خیلی بچه بودم دیدم و فقط ازش یه سری پسرای مدرسهای یادم میاومد و رابین ویلیامز. همین. :)) و بهشدت برام مهم بود خوندنش و

    ترجمه اجحاف(اجهاف؟ اجحاف؟) بزرگی به کتاب و منِ مخاطب بود. نمدونم از کی بود، بد هم تایپ شده بود و سانسور داشت. یه سری جملات ادبی و یه سری دست و پا شکسته. می‌تونین تصور کنین چه زجری کشیدم و چقد حرص خوردم. بارها خواستم بذارم کنار. اما کشش داستان و اشتیاق چندساله‌م نمی‌ذاشت. دیگه نمی‌دونستم کِی می‌تونم نسخه اصلی رو گیر بیارم و دیدم همین‌طوری‌شم دارم اینقد دیر می‌خونم. پس گفتم کارپه دیم و رفتم تا آخرش.

    هم‌زمان باهاش فیلمش هم دیدم. تمام این مدت نگه داشته بودم حتماً بعد کتاب ببینم. با دیدن فیلم گریه‌م گرفت، به‌خاطر اون پایانش و نحوه‌ی بدرقه‌ی بچه‌ها. توی کتاب شخصیت پسرها رو دوست داشتم. همه‌شونو، به‌طرز عجیبی. من که خیلی سخت با شخصیت‌های پسر ارتباط می‌گیرم و خیلی سریع منزجر می‌شم، همه‌شون برام ملموس و دوست‌داشتنی بودن. چارلی به‌خصوص، تاد، نیل… وای نیل… نیل فوق‌العاده. فکر کنم شخصیت‌ها ازونایی بودن که هرکی می‌خونه حس می‌کنه خودش تو یکی ازینا یا حتی همه‌شون پخش شده.

    از وقتی تمومش کردم خیلی اتفاقا افتاد. رفتم جشن امضای آلبوم علیرضا قربانی و دوتا از دوستامو دیدم که دیگه باهاشون در ارتباط نیستم، جز با اینستاگرام. اصلاً نمی‌خواستم برم آشنایی بدم و باهاشون روبه‌رو شم، به‌نظرم خیلی تغییر کرده بودم و البته چیز مثبتی تو خودم نمی‌دیدم که مثلاً منو ببینن خوشحال شن. ولی گفتم کارپه دیم و رفتم جلو. رفتم جلو و با هرکدوم‌شون کلی حرف زدم و صحبت‌مون گل انداخت و… عااا به خودم امیدوار شدم. :دی

    اونقد لجم گرفته بود از ترجمه که برای سه اومده بودم. ولی حالا می‌بینم چار بدم منصفانه‌تره.
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    Alex Farrand

    Jan 25, 2017

    rated it
    it was amazing

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    review of another edition

    Dead Poets Society is an inspirational, powerful, soul encompassing tale of a group of teenage boys who learn to go off the beaten track by one influential teacher. At Welton Academy, Mr. Keating unusual teachings help guide a group of boys to search within themselves, and find the strength to be who they want to be.

    Wow, just wow. This book is based off the movie, which I never thought possible. I haven’t watched the movie in some time, but I never had the same feeling as I do now. I think they

    Wow, just wow. This book is based off the movie, which I never thought possible. I haven’t watched the movie in some time, but I never had the same feeling as I do now. I think they are practically the same, and I guess I missed the message of the movie, or I was just too young to understand. I have no idea when I watched this movie last, but I needed this book more than ever. There were many, many great messages in this book. The messages, and ideas were not only outstanding for teenagers, but for adults, too. The one that sticks out to me is “do you follow the masses, or are you the individual.” When I asked myself this, I am quite confident that I was taught to follow the masses. I am a sheep. I grew up in a military home, where everything was structure and controlled. I knew from a young age of the importance of school, and being accomplished. I had to study, study, study, but did I really think? Did I have a sense of self? Do I have an identity? No. I knew I had to do better than my parents, and to do that was to get a well to do job. I do not blame my parents for my brain washing, because it gave me my hard working background. All these years I wish I knew me, instead of what I thought was right. Now, I can sit and ponder all the lessons I learned. Another idea popped in my head while reading: Am I turning my two year-old daughter into a sheep? Am I allowing her to experience life at its fullest, when I teach her numbers, letters, and words? Am I allowing her to be creative? I will have to ponder about my methods, and ask if I am making the right choices. I want her to think, and understand lessons. I do not want her to be a drone, and just learn facts, like I was taught too. I do recommend this book, or just watch the movie. The book really makes you think about life in general.

    A lot of poetry was in the book, so for some added flavor I will share my favorite poem.

    Solitude
    Ella Wheller Wilcox

    Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone;
    For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own.
    Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
    The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.

    Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
    They want full measure of all your pleasure,
    But they do not need your woe.
    Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all,
    There are none to decline your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.

    Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by.
    Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
    But no man can help you die.
    There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a large and lordly train,
    But one by one we must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.

    Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem…

    When I was younger I was mesmerized by the lines, and how it flowed. It was honey to my lips. I feel it is true. I think I will read some more poetry soon.

    I am planning to study for the GRE, and now I am thinking should I? Do I want to do that? What would make me happy? What did I always want to do? I know, I wanted to write. I may not do well at it, but I shall try. Carpe Diem, or seize the day. Read my blog here: www.dancingbetweenthecovers.com Happy reading.
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