KEATING
Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting
there in agony. Come on, Todd, step
up. Let’s put you out of your
misery.
TODD
I, I didn’t do it. I didn’t write a
poem.
KEATING
Mr. Anderson thinks that everything
inside of him is worthless and
embarrassing. Isn’t that right,
Todd? Isn’t that your worst fear?
Well, I think you’re wrong. I think
you have something inside of you
that is worth a great deal.
Keating walks up to the blackboard and begins to write.
KEATING
"I sound my barbaric yawp over the
rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle
Walt again. Now, for those of you
who don’t know, a yawp is a loud
cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would
like you to give us a demonstration
of a barbaric "yawp." Come on. You
can’t yawp sitting down. Let’s go.
Come on. Up.
Todd reluctantly stands and follows Keating to the front.
KEATING
You gotta get in "yawping" stance.
TODD
A yawp?
KEATING
No, not just a yawp. A barbaric
yawp.
TODD
(quietly)
Yawp.
KEATING
Come on, louder.
TODD
(quietly)
Yawp.
KEATING
No, that’s a mouse. Come on.
Louder.
TODD
Yawp.
KEATING
Oh, good God, boy. Yell like a man!
TODD
(shouting)
Yawp!
KEATING
There it is. You see, you have a
barbarian in you, after all.
Todd goes to return to his seat but Keating stops him.
KEATING
Now, you don’t get away that easy.
Keating turns Todd around and points out a picture on the
wall.
KEATING
The picture of Uncle Walt up there.
What does he remind you of? Don’t
think. Answer. Go on.
Keating begins to circle around Todd.
TODD
A m-m-madman.
KEATING
What kind of madman? Don’t think
about it. Just answer again.
TODD
A c-crazy madman.
KEATING
No, you can do better than that.
Free up your mind. Use your
imagination. Say the first thing
that pops into your head, even if
it’s total gibberish. Go on, go on.
TODD
Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.
KEATING
Good God, boy, there’s a poet in
you, after all. There, close your
eyes. Close your eyes. Close ’em.
Now, describe what you see.
Keating puts his hands over Todd’s eyes and they begin to
slowly spin around.
TODD
Uh, I-I close my eyes.
KEATING
Yes?
TODD
Uh, and this image floats beside
me.
KEATING
A sweaty-toothed madman?
TODD
A sweaty-toothed madman with a
stare that pounds my brain.
KEATING
Oh, that’s excellent. Now, give him
action. Make him do something.
TODD
H-His hands reach out and choke me.
KEATING
That’s it. Wonderful. Wonderful.
Keating removes his hands from Todd but Todd keeps his eyes
closed.
TODD
And, and all the time he’s
mumbling.
KEATING
What’s he mumbling?
TODD
M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like,
like a blanket that always leaves
your feet cold."
The students begin to laugh and Todd opens his eyes. Keating
quickly gestures for him to close them again.
KEATING
Forget them, forget them. Stay with
the blanket. Tell me about that
blanket.
TODD
Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it,
it’ll never be enough. You kick at
it, beat it, it’ll never cover any
of us. From the moment we enter
crying to the moment we leave
dying, it will just cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream.
Todd opens his eyes. The class is silent. Then they begin to
clap and cheer.
KEATING
(whispering to Todd)
Don’t you forget this.
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Libertem a poesia de vocês. E assim libertem-se de vocês mesmos.
Mr. Anderson, I see you sitting
there in agony. Come on, Todd, step
up. Let’s put you out of your
misery.
TODD
I, I didn’t do it. I didn’t write a
poem.
KEATING
Mr. Anderson thinks that everything
inside of him is worthless and
embarrassing. Isn’t that right,
Todd? Isn’t that your worst fear?
Well, I think you’re wrong. I think
you have something inside of you
that is worth a great deal.
Keating walks up to the blackboard and begins to write.
KEATING
"I sound my barbaric yawp over the
rooftops of the world." W. W. Uncle
Walt again. Now, for those of you
who don’t know, a yawp is a loud
cry or yell. Now, Todd, I would
like you to give us a demonstration
of a barbaric "yawp." Come on. You
can’t yawp sitting down. Let’s go.
Come on. Up.
Todd reluctantly stands and follows Keating to the front.
KEATING
You gotta get in "yawping" stance.
TODD
A yawp?
KEATING
No, not just a yawp. A barbaric
yawp.
TODD
(quietly)
Yawp.
KEATING
Come on, louder.
TODD
(quietly)
Yawp.
KEATING
No, that’s a mouse. Come on.
Louder.
TODD
Yawp.
KEATING
Oh, good God, boy. Yell like a man!
TODD
(shouting)
Yawp!
KEATING
There it is. You see, you have a
barbarian in you, after all.
Todd goes to return to his seat but Keating stops him.
KEATING
Now, you don’t get away that easy.
Keating turns Todd around and points out a picture on the
wall.
KEATING
The picture of Uncle Walt up there.
What does he remind you of? Don’t
think. Answer. Go on.
Keating begins to circle around Todd.
TODD
A m-m-madman.
KEATING
What kind of madman? Don’t think
about it. Just answer again.
TODD
A c-crazy madman.
KEATING
No, you can do better than that.
Free up your mind. Use your
imagination. Say the first thing
that pops into your head, even if
it’s total gibberish. Go on, go on.
TODD
Uh, uh, a sweaty-toothed madman.
KEATING
Good God, boy, there’s a poet in
you, after all. There, close your
eyes. Close your eyes. Close ’em.
Now, describe what you see.
Keating puts his hands over Todd’s eyes and they begin to
slowly spin around.
TODD
Uh, I-I close my eyes.
KEATING
Yes?
TODD
Uh, and this image floats beside
me.
KEATING
A sweaty-toothed madman?
TODD
A sweaty-toothed madman with a
stare that pounds my brain.
KEATING
Oh, that’s excellent. Now, give him
action. Make him do something.
TODD
H-His hands reach out and choke me.
KEATING
That’s it. Wonderful. Wonderful.
Keating removes his hands from Todd but Todd keeps his eyes
closed.
TODD
And, and all the time he’s
mumbling.
KEATING
What’s he mumbling?
TODD
M-Mumbling, "Truth. Truth is like,
like a blanket that always leaves
your feet cold."
The students begin to laugh and Todd opens his eyes. Keating
quickly gestures for him to close them again.
KEATING
Forget them, forget them. Stay with
the blanket. Tell me about that
blanket.
TODD
Y-Y-Y-You push it, stretch it,
it’ll never be enough. You kick at
it, beat it, it’ll never cover any
of us. From the moment we enter
crying to the moment we leave
dying, it will just cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream.
Todd opens his eyes. The class is silent. Then they begin to
clap and cheer.
KEATING
(whispering to Todd)
Don’t you forget this.
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Libertem a poesia de vocês. E assim libertem-se de vocês mesmos.
