You grow up with
people. And then they go. You’re fondest memories are connected with them. Then
they are no longer with us.
I see myself as a
ten-year-old glued to the television. We used to watch “Happy Days” religiously.
It was on before the news, this was back in the day when the news started at
6.30 and I had no interest in it at all. There was this episode, a time after
Fonzie had “Jumped the Shark”, where the “Happy Days” crew introduced us to this
alien. Mork from Ork.
A star was
born.
You look back at
the manic energy of Robin Williams during those years and think two things. Genius. And
cocaine. He introduced a bog standard Jewish blessing into the mainstream as
“Nanoo Nanoo” - I’m sure that there are rabbis out there who have to stop
themselves saying it. There was the strange gestures, the turning everything on
its head for a laugh – never cruel, always kind.
And there was
always a sadness behind his eyes. Always.
This the actor I
contribute with aiding my love of literature, poetry and life. Who didn’t want
him as a teacher? Somebody who challenges you to seize the day, make the most of
every minute, thrill to the joy of truth, beauty and love. I’ve seen the film
many, many times over. It still makes me laugh, and cry. Okay, there is a part
of me who wishes that I came from privileged folk and lived in New England where
the snow falls softly and life appeared to be far less complex than it is now.
You wanted to be taught about by a man who seemed to suck the marrow out of
life, who saw the tragedies, the comedies, the histories and knew that they were
all wrapped into one. John Keating is the English teacher that we all wish for –
the quintessential teacher who teaches you that language is more than
words.
He was the one who
stood his class in front of a trophy cabinet and whispered, “Carpe Diem. Seize
the day. Because, Believe it or not each and every one of us… is one day going
to stop breathing, turn cold and die.”
It was Williams’
character who asked of the boys to address him as “O’ Captain, My Captain”.
Looking at Whitman’s poem, penned about the death of Abraham Lincoln, it pains a
haunting picture.
Much of his work
was tinged with tragedy and sadness. Deeply, deeply moving, through provoking
work. I’m thinking of “Good Will Hunting” and “Patch Adams”. Williams was good
at playing flawed characters – intelligent beyond their time, never quite
fitting in. He was wonderful in “The Fisher King” and “The World According the
Garp”. In later years, he did a great job playing creeps and weirdos. He also
managed some great light comedy – “The Birdcage”, “Licence to Wed”, “Night at
the Museum.”
It still strikes me
that every time I looked at Robin Williams, there was a sadness behind his eyes.
A haunted look – no matter what the role. It never left.
At the moment, all
I feel like doing is stand on my desk and cry that barbaric yawp. I want to do
this because I know that somebody very, very special has
passed.
I just hope he’s
somewhere, along with Philip Seymour Hoffman, in a place where there is no pain.
For all the joy he
has provided, he deserves that.
Whitman's poem is even more chilling now.
Vale Robin Williams.
O' Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman
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!
The 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.
Hi Pand,
ReplyDeleteI, too, am really sad about this. I loved him in Mork and Mindy and some of his films were great, particularly Good Morning Vietnam and One Hour Photo.
Nanoo Nanoo
:-(
Cheers
PM