Life marrow sucking.

Tonight marks a historic event: we conducted our first ever Dead Poet Society meeting right here at BYU-Hawaii.

After futile attempts at publicity, only 2 people showed up at the designated meeting place (in Hawaiian time) and we ended up having our meeting right on the curb instead of going to the beach like I had initially intended. It was still very, very neat and everyone else definitely missed out.

Of course, we started with the reading of the excerpt on marrow sucking from the movie by Thoreau and each of us got to share a couple of poems a piece.

The poem I brought was "Nature" by Longfellow. This is what the others did:

Reed



Clad in a sweater softer than a whisper,
he seduced from the palms of my hands, touch.
Thoughts and feelings travelled
from the Romantic to his lips
then poured into our souls
to take shape within us.
The letters sprung from the page
visible to him only for under the uber cool light
borrowed
from a fellow partaker.

He would tease us
with but three sonnets of fifty
from the tragedy of Modern Love.

Bonding through the echoes,
the remains of a dead poet
left us craving for more Meredith,
and him,
wanting to do me.

Disney



isney-Day came too
shared The Highwayman by Noyes
Brought uber cool light.

To those of you who stood us up, you suck, and I don't mean it in a good way! I'll still talk to you, but you have lost your claim to geekdom, sorry.