Kill Your Darlings Page #3
Let's make the prisoners
come out and play.
Let's come up with
new words, new rhythms.
We need a name.
How did they come up with "Dada"?
knife into a dictionary.
Sh*t. So that's been done.
A literary revolution
without writing a word.
- Neat trick, Lu.
- Well, I'm listening.
What about Yeats?
The New Vision.
Harlem soldiers on the ground
Ginsy.
You're hired.
On parade
Keep it moving, gentlemen.
Stay in line.
F***ing perverts.
"In the dawn, armed
with a burning patience
"we shall enter the splendid city. "
- Sh*t.
- It's Rimbaud.
It's overwritten, I know. He's allowed.
No. My mother.
This is bad. This is very bad.
What is?
She's gonna be furious.
- Don't go then.
- You don't understand. I have to.
- Why?
- It's complicated.
Perfect.
I love complicated.
- Dad?
- Sign here. Greystone will alert you...
What's going on?
Ma.
You can't do this.
Where were you?
I was outwith a friend.
- I called you.
- I know.
- It's time to go, Mrs Ginsberg.
- No, you're not leaving.
- He's already signed the papers.
- Dad, don't.
- It's for the best, son.
- Your best.
You know... it's for her best.
It's not for my best. It's
for her best. Look at her.
- No.
- Listen to her.
- He's not gonna...
- I know it's not. Don't...
Mom. Mom. Mom. Get off.
This is your fault.
Complicated enough?
At least you have her.
My father left me when I was four.
I've been thinking
about what Yeats said.
To be reborn, you have to die first.
What do you suggest?
It's time I find happiness
the only way I see possible.
Oh, please.
Die already.
Where's the verve? The brio?
If it be that I am indulging
my self-consciousness
in justifying myself or if it be...
- That's a run-on.
- Don't edit me.
- The New Vision declares...
- "Proclaims. " It's better.
Proclaims the death of morality.
The expression of self.
The true, uninhibited,
uncensored expression of the self.
Words, boys. Empty words.
- Well, what do you suggest?
- The derangement of the senses.
What do you hate from
the pit of your gut?
- Institutions. Paterson, New Jersey.
- My father.
- Bingo.
And the Shakespeare...
All right.
Extraordinary men
propel society forward.
It is our duty to break the law.
- Really?
- It's how we make the world wider.
- You are an extraordinary man.
- Well, thank you.
Return of the Native.
Leviathan.
Tear 'em up, boys. Destroy
the old and build the new.
Chaucer. Gibbon.
Watch this.
Go.
What the hell is this?
Time slows down
deeper into your cave.
We are exploring the
avenues of Allen's mind.
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