Kill Your Darlings

Some things,

once you've loved them,

become yours forever.

And if you try to let them go

they only circle back and return to you.

They become part of who you are.

"Or they destroy you. "

You can't show this to anyone.

- Then tell the truth, Lu.

- You weren't even there.

It's your truth. It's fiction.

You wanted him gone,

too. You sent him to me.

Please. You'll kill me with that.

Allen!

No. Allen!

Don't. No!

Don't!

World News Today.

American daylight bombers

were busy again today.

Our Liberators with fighter escort

have continued the air offensive

with another sock at German

coastal installations in France.

Mud and slush are

hampering the Russian armies

from Estonia to the Black Sea,

bu! the Germans report a big

new Red Army push toward Romania.

A dispatch from Turkey says the Germans

have begun another general offensive

against the Yugoslav partisans,

and, in the Pacific, American

troops on Los Negros fought a...

Any mail come for me?

Why? Are you expecting something?

No. No.

I told you it wouldn't work.

Mom?

You gotta get me outta here.

He nailed the window shut

while I was in the bath.

Dad didn't do that, Mom.

I nailed the windows

because you're not right.

He can hear you. He

got wires in the walls.

You have to rest, clear your head.

- Do you want to go back to Greystone'?

- You wouldn't dare put me back there.

Mom, Mom. Then listen to me.

He can hear you.

- Can he still hear me'?

- What did I just say?

It's all right.

Quiet down.

Don't ever leave me.

Were you gonna tell me that you applied?

I didn't want her to know.

"Love that is hoarded moulds at last

"Until we know, the only thing we have"

"Is what we give away"

"Is what we hand away"

Have, hand. It's consonance.

Give, is. Assonance.

Hey, I wrote the goddamn poem.

All right?

Why don't you go write your own?

Open it.

- I got in.

- You got in?

- To Columbia University.

- You got into Columbia.

Yes!

You don't wanna go down there.

It's the land of the fairies.

Head there, you never come back.

Luke Detweiler, Danville, Virginia.

Allen Ginsberg.

You're Jewish, right?

I'm getting good at telling.

The South Hall library is a church

and these are the sacraments,

original folios of the most

important texts in history.

Beowulf.

First Folio Hamlet.

The Gutenberg Bible.

These are among the

university's prized possessions.

Hands off the glass.

Let's hear a bit, shall we?

"On a Sunday afternoon,

"when the shutters are down

"and the proletariat

possesses the street

"there are certain thoroughfares

which remind one of nothing less

"than a big

"cancerous

"cock. "

- What is this nonsense?

- Henry Miller.

Get down immediately.

That book is restricted.

Which is why I committed it 10 memory.

Security.

What the hell are you doing?

Alert the press. Tell them

Lucien Carr is innocent.

That was highly unusual.

Campus is actually quite quiet.

Moving on.

The Victorian sonnet has

the balance of three tenets,

rhyme, metre, conceit.

Without this balance,

a poem becomes slack,

an untucked shirt.

Professor Steeves.

Then how do you explain Whitman?

Say more. Two more sentences.

Well, he hated rhyme and metre.

The whole point was

untucking your shirt.

What's your name?

- Allen Ginsberg. Ginsberg?

Your father, perhaps, is

the poet Louis Ginsberg?

He writes with rhyming metred verse.

Why do you think he chose that form?

Because it's easier.

This university exists

because of tradition and form.

Would you rather this

building be built by engineers

or Whitman and his boys at play?

There can be no creation

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