Now, this next poem is quite special.
The manner in which the poet expresses emotions is truly eloquent.
The piece is entitled, "An Unpublished Manuscript for J.D. Salinger."
(WHISPERS) Nappy time.
"It is possible to assassinate my heroes
"With the scope of my individualism
"However, by their own persistence to themselves
"I believe that they have chosen me to pursue a self
"What is literature, but the illumination of that which I would write?
"Salinger speaks through me, to me
"Whispers, 'Where to, little boy?'
"My answer is the dogged pen to page
"Which lights consistently the pathway home
"It is on that road that I alone
"Can trip my way back to myself"
Aw, come on!
Would you care to analyze this poem, Mr. Matthews?
Yeah, I'll take a stab.
Stab away.
Ya call that poetry? Feh!
And all right already with this J.D. Salinger thing.
I mean, hello! Name-dropping?
And haven't we had just about enough of Catcher in the Rye?
I mean, what's he written lately?
Am I right?
Well, on that note, we will have to pick this up at our next session.
Cory, you're nuts.
That poem was so incredible.
It was beautiful.
I can't believe someone our own age wrote that.
Someone like Mr. Hunter?
What?
Yeah, I wrote that poem.
I knew it.
I liked it.
Do you have any more poems?
I wouldn't really call them poems.
I just write stuff down. I've been doing it since I can remember.
I can't believe you never told me.
I never told anyone, okay? I just do it for myself, get my feelings out.
Shawn, I host poetry readings
at the student union Friday evenings.
If you would feel comfortable sharing some of your...
I don't know, Mr. Feeny. It's...
That sounds awesome. (LAUGHS)
Perhaps I could read some of my poems, too.
You have poems?
Well, I wouldn't call them poems. I just...
I just sort of write stuff down.
I can't wait.
All right! See you Friday night.
My poems are money because they're so funny.
Well, have fun. All right.
Hey, Shawn.
Shawn. Shawn. Listen, come on. Don't just blow this off.
Cor, enough with the pressure.
No. I know you. If I don't pressure you, you're gonna flake.
Hey, Cory, if Shawn doesn't wanna read his poems,
then I think we should respect that.
No. Because Shawn never wants to do what's best for him.
Come on, Cory, leave him alone.
Shawn, just come with us, okay?
If you wanna read poems, you will, and if you don't, you won't.
Will it shut you up?
Will ya come? Fine.
He's gonna write a poem in his dorm and not his hoem.
Hey. (LAUGHS) All right!
This is so easy.
All day long, I think of you
How do you do the things you do?
I love you, girl, with all my heart
Because you're pretty
And you're smart
Topanga!
It's a tough room.
The final poet for this evening will be Mr. Shawn Hunter.
I can't believe you. When are you ever gonna learn to stay out of my business?