Complicity

Up, two, three, turn!

Can anyone tell me the meaning of "parataxis"?

Anyone?

Parataxis is the technique Allen Ginsberg experimented with...

in his seminal, 1955 poem "Howl."

Using starkly dissimilar images, he juxtaposed them with no clear connection.

- This left the readers to make their own connections--

implied by the paratactic syntax.

So he engaged the readers...

to figure out his meaning.

Samuel Beckett,

widely regarded as one the most influential...

poets, novelists, playwrights of the 20th century,

was an extreme proponent of the paratactic form.

This from Beckett's The Unnameable.

"The Place.

I'll make it all the same.

I'll make it in my head, I'll draw it out of my memory.

I'll gather it all about me.

I'll make myself a head, I'll make myself a memory.

I have only to listen:

the voice will tell me everything,

tell it to me again,

everything I need in dribs and drabs"--

"breathless."

Monday morning-- Ginsberg's "Howl," parts one and two.

Be warned. It has graphic sexual content.

Ooh. Graphic sexual content.

Hey, a party sounds great. I'll text you later.

Shannon. - Bye.

Can I speak to you for a moment?

Here's my recommendation.

Schneider's been hounding me for your entrance package.

Thank you so much, Mr. Allusen.

You are the best.

Mmm!

Where are you going?

Wellesley, I hope.

My mom went there, so it's really important to her.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, what was that about?

The recommendation that Schneider twisted his arm to get.

Maybe now my mother can get off my back.

Oh. Lucky. Scholarship?

Scholarship? Are you kidding me?

This is just my mother's game.

She's an alumni, and she's already made a donation.

- I'm going no matter what. - You don't want to go?

Peace has its price.

- Mm-hmm. - What are you planning after graduation?

Oh, I don't know. I haven't thought about it.

I'll just follow this body to my own higher education.

What? You don't mean that.

I don't have the pull, I don't have the grades, so I'll use what works.

- Yeah? - Hello?

Yeah, it's tonight at, um--

- 9:00. Or should I do 8:00? - No.

- Yes. Bring everybody and anybody. - She says 9:00.

- And bring everything. - You're coming?

Come on.

Close the door.

So, and why did you miss our meeting last week?

Don't know.

Your parents didn't return my questionnaire I sent them.

Did you give it to them?

Sure.

Dylan.

Come on.

I did. I don't-- I don't know what they did with it.

Look, sweetie, I'm the only one standing between you and Principal Malic expelling you.

You understand that?

Your grades have been very impressive...

until this fall.

Tell me why. What's going on?

If I didn't have him in the house, things would have been fine!

Do you want him to carry that around for the rest of his life?

Listen to me. Look at me.

Okay.

There is nothing I can do if you won't let me help you.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Gross.

Do you believe the math assignment she gave us?

Smile, my lovely princesses.

- Hello. - I only see one princess here.

True.

Gorgeous, darling. Work it.

Well, hello.

Nice shoes.

- Yeah. - Oh, yeah.

And who do we have here? - Don't point that at me!

Don't do it. He's serious. He's so strange. He's going to bust my camera.

He's not going to bust anything. He's such a poser.

He can bust anything he wants as long as it's me.

I heard he already did last summer. That true?

No, it's all rumors, Kim. There's nothing to tell.

- He's just shy. That's all. - Okay.

I'll see you guys tonight. We'll all kick some major ass.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Hey, he's your mother.

Hey, see you, buddy.

- Hey, Kurt! - Hi.

What, you, uh, not coming to the game?

I can't. My party. You're coming, aren't you?

- Please. - I don't-- I don't know.

Oh, come on. You can bring Dwayne if you want. I'll see you tonight.

Women.

- Make way. - Work it. Work it. Oh, yeah.

- Rap ] - Right. Here we go.

Um, hello. Save some of that for me, Shannon.

Whoo! Yeah! My party!

Make way for the party queen.

- Oh. - Oh, God. Get a room.

- Hello, you sexy thing. - Oh, hello. Hi.

- Hey, guys. - Say hello to the camera, Shannon.

Who are they? Go check the living room, okay?

- Okay, see you in a bit. - Go check it.

Love you. What do we have in this room?

Woman Singing ]

Oh, a deejay.

Hey, Mica. - Hello, you sexy thing.

Spin me, baby. Spin me.

- Spin me. - Hey, you.

Handsome.

There's my princess of darkness.

Look at that.

- Hey. - Look at you.

Hi.

- Come on. - Look at her hair.

Hey.

Cute.

Take the picture.

Not bad for last-minute, huh?

I should have been smart and charged everybody for this.

Speaking of charging for it.

What are you wearing?

Don't worry, Shan.

When you grow up, you might be able to pull off something like this.

Maybe.

- Could-- Could I get a hit of that? - Yeah.

Woman Singing ]

You're not going Columbine on me, are you?

What do you care?

Hey, what's with the attitude?

School starts, and you turn into dark matter.

I mean, you don't even look like yourself anymore.

What's happened to you?

If you won't listen, how can I explain?

What's to explain?

I was stupid. That's all.

- I don't want to talk about it. - Okay, that's not fair.

- How you played me-- - That's not fair.

To you everything's just a game.

We lost. And on my first interception.

I mean, I knew-- I knew Picket couldn't pull it off.

I mean, look. It took him forever to get down that field.

And why? Why would Coach use that call?

You can't blame Picket, man. It was tipped.

Out of how many completions tonight?

What's wrong with you?

None of it matters.

I mean, the scouts were there.

Man, I sucked.

You were there. You saw it.

I mean, Coach couldn't even talk to me after the game.

Yeah, I saw it. Coach and Mr. Davis had their hands full...

trying to get your pops out of that locker room,

like he was the Taliban or something.

He's a crazy son of a bitch, isn't he?

Yeah, he's--

He's crazy.

Shit!

Man, I can't! I can't-- I can't--

I can't go home and face him. I just--

I just can't, man.

Maybe your girl will want you stay and hook up with her tonight.

Nah, I can't do that.

I don't know what I want, but I know what I need.

Let's get fucked up.

It's about to go down, man.

See Lucas out there? He's dancing up a storm, man. That kid can't stop.

I've never seen-- What is he? From, like, Kansas or something,

and he's some country bumpkin fool who can dance, man?

Like he's from the ghetto or something, you know.

Hi.