Dead Poets Society: A Wildest Dream In Dead Poet Society

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You ask me what choice is. Listen real close with a staid demeanor. Now, I am fertilizing daffodils. I am the food for worms. But, I am not going to intimidate you, my friend. I was Neil Perry, a soulless shell in Dead Poet Society (DPS), dug my grave to escape from dreary half-life. The elegiac poem, which brought everyone to tears during my funeral, symphonized the resurrection day. You say the death is the only choice for me. But you are wrong. I defined choice as a barbaric yawp in disguise, an ephemeral illusion, and a jigsaw puzzle. Choice was a barbaric yawp in disguise. Suffocated in the veil of realism, I chose to uphold the belief of romance – to be a madman in the wildest dream. Instead, I was a coward who always bowed down to my father’s wishes and expectations. He was the demon that dictated my life. He was the curse that made me hell bound mentally. Because of him, I gave up my penchant towards school magazine. …show more content…

Puck's costume was my evanescent masquerade, which only lasted until the play ended. Puck exemplified the romanticism that I craved for. I chose Puck as my shadow to escape from this sorrow reality. When I was Puck, I was able to express what I could not in real life. Puck was brave enough to deliver an epilog to Mr. Perry. He candidly apologized for the act that aggravated him. But when the play ended, everything vanished into ashes. There was no Puck in real life. I was Neil. On the contrary, I never really stood up to my father. Whenever I tried to confess my opinion, I ate up my words and digested them together with my guts. “Tell me what you feel!” I was speechless. I could not answer Mr. Perry’s question. I could not speak for my passion when facing the increasing tyrannical traditionalist figure of him. I was such a failure! Maybe things will end with a happier note if the choice was an enduring truth. Only if I was Puck in the real life who would dare to stand up for

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