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Dulce et Decorum Est - The Music Video

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Published on Jan 25, 2013

This is the result of a B.A. (Hons) in Media (Moving Image) assignment, where I had to adapt any classical form of text or literature in a personal style, language or format.

The target audiences were students of ages 12 to 15. I am aware that as part of their literature exam, students of these ages need to study Dulce et Decorum Est, a poem by Wilfred Owen. From research, I found out that Rap/Hip-Hop are two favourite genres of students at this age. Furthermore, most of the students learn these lyrics by heart!

So would it be easier for each and every student to learn a classical poem converted into a song accompanied with a music video?


Special thanks goes to Chapter Zero who recognized the immense utility such projects have in the education department, and helped throughout.


Best Regards,
Mauro D'Amato




Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est



Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

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