Oh Captain! My Captain!

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

Oh Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

[2Design]

1. Yes we need a little dead poets society and rebel

Rise up and rebel....

[NightTrain]

2. Uncle Walt!

He rocked!!!

[neoteric lefty]

3. way back in high school, i had a

physics teacher named Mr. Murray. He was a great teacher and a great guy (not to mention quite a drunk but that is what gave him so much likability). We used to call him Murray the "pirate" and we would salute him with and priate's "arrrghhhh" and a special hand signal (it would take too much time to explain). One day he was called out of the class and a few of us, who had just seen Dead Poets SOciety earlier that day, jumped on the desk and said loudly and proudly "Oh captain, my captain. Argggghhhh!" He wasn't very ammused and told us to "Get the fuck off his desks" but it was all in good fun.

ok, I know my stories aren't that great but they make me happy

[jpgray]

4. Oh that Julia Roberts movie

I'll be here all night

[Paul Hood]

5. Abe Lincoln was a hero no doubt.

Here's a song about modern war, and protest.

I Had No Right by Dar Williams

God of the poor man, this is how the day began,
Eight codefendants, I Daniel Berrigan,
And only a layman's batch of napalm.

We pulled the draft files out,
We burned them in the parking lot,
Better the files than the bodies of children.

I had no right, but for the love of you.
I had no right, but for the love of you.

Many roads led here, walked with the suffering,
Tom in Guatemala, Philip in New Orleans
It's a long road from law to justice.

I went to Vietnam,
I went for peace, they dropped their bombs,
Right where my government knew I would be.

I had no right, but for the love of you.
I had no right, but for the love of you.

And all my country saw were priests who broke the law.

First it was question, then it was a mission,
How to be American, how to be a Christian,
If the law is their cross, and the cross is burning...

I -- the love of you.
I -- the love of you.

God of the just, I'll never win a peace prize,
Falling like Jesus, now let the jury rise,
It's all of us versus all that paper.

They took the only way, they know who is on trial today.
Deliver us unto each other, I pray.

I had no right, but for the love of you.
And every trial I stand, I stood for you.

Eyes on the trial,
Late a.m. arrival,
Hand on the Bible...

[SarahB]

6. The Untold Want

The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.

Whitman