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Y is for Yawp.....

The first movie from my childhood I can remember leaving an imprint was, Dead Poet's Society. I can't tell you how many times I watched it after I first discovered it, but from the first moment I was enamored.

This singular movie brought so many new loves into my life and for its production, I will always be grateful. For me, it cemented my love of writing, my love of poetry, my love of Robin Williams and my love of Walt Whitman.

Ah, The Good Gray Poet.....Uncle Walt,

"I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world!"




I'd like to think we all have barbarians inside of us. Though, perhaps Walt Whitman is the only sweaty-toothed-madman-barbarian. We all have a barbaric yawp hidden within our timid frames, shielded from public gaze for fear of ridicule, disappointment... fear of whatever might keep a person from expressing such a primitive emotion. But, we should not be afraid of sounding our yawp. We have to seize every moment to share it, lest we lose all hope in reaching our full potential. Lest we disappoint our Uncle Walt....

Carpe Diem, folks!!  Get out and get to YAWPing.......
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  1. LiApril 30, 2011 at 8:11 AM

    Love Walt. And I think one of the good things about blogging is that it allows those who are more shy/reserved to YAWP in a safe environment. :)

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  2. e.a.s. demersApril 30, 2011 at 4:55 PM

    Very true.... so here we go----- YAWP!

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