Now, who is next?
Mr. Anderson, I see you're sitting there in agony.
Come on, Todd, step up.
Let's put you out of your misery.
>> I didn't do it, I didn't write a poem.
Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him his worthless and embarrassing.
Isn't that right, Todd? That's your worst fear?
Well, I think you're wrong.
I think you have something inside of you that is worth a great deal.
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!
Now get in yawping stance.
[LAUGHTER]
>> A yawp.
>> No! Not just a yawp. A barbaric yawp.
>> Yawp.
>> Come on, louder.
>> Yawp.
>> Oh, that's a mouse. Come on, louder.
>> Yawp.
>> Oh, good god, boy, come on, yell! >> Yawp!
>> There it is.
You see, there's a barbarian in you after all.
Now, you won't get away that easy.
There's a picture of uncle Walt up there.
What does he remind you of? Don't think, answer.
A, a mad man.
>> What kind of mad man? Don't think about it!
Just answer again.
>> A crazy man.
>> No, you can do better than that.
Clear up your mind, use your imagination.
Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it's total gibberish.
>> Well, a sweaty-toothed madman.
>> Good god, boy, there's a poet in you after all.
There. Close your eyes.
Close 'em.
Now, describe what you see.
>> I, I closed my eyes.
>> Yes. >> And his image floats beside me.
>> A sweaty-toothed mad man.
>> A sweaty toothed mad man, with a stare that pounds my brain.
>> Oh, that's excellent.
Now give him action, make him do something.
>> His hands reach out and choke me.
>> That's it, wonderful, wonderful.
>> And all the time he's mumbling.
>> What's he mumbling?
>> Mumbling truth, truth, but like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
[LAUGH] >> Forget them, forget them!
Stay with the blanket, tell me about that blanket.
>> You, 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'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
>> Don't you forget this.