Know what, Robin Williams? Your teaching methods are a joke. You think just because you convinced a bunch of impressionable prep school boys to seize the day by standing on their desks and pissing off their parents, that you actually imparted any wisdom about the art of poetry? And what was all that “O Captain, My Captain” nonsense, other than an ego boost for your own trampled psyche?
Miami lit lovers can name more dead poets than you any day of the week. And they can dress like... More >>>