Fictitious Pulp

February 24, 2014


Create poems using quotes from movie scripts
To show why some screenplay writers and directors alike
At second’s gaze, are pretty damn poetic.
Bold lines are from original screenplays
Regular lines are from unoriginal plays on your screen

Scene 1: Pulp Fiction

Forgers: Quentin Tarantino & Roger Avary

Forager: Hovhannes Mkhitaryan

Visceral Mass:

A soft, moist, shapeless mass or matter
printed on a stack of
rough, unfinished paper.

two young fellas – one white, one black
were conjured up not too long ago
in the minds of children too afraid to be alone.

That’s an interesting point,
but let’s get into character.

One of these fellas owns
an enigmatic briefcase
that contains what one desires most,
and which patch of untouched grass
desires most to become one’s path.

With revelations presented to deaf ears he screams:

Then open up your eyes, for
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and
the tyranny of evil men.

And it is my regrettable duty to tell you:
All roads must end,
even ones free of tyranny and evil men.
But don’t fret while in your mortal conundrum,
for my Kingdom is yours when yours ends.
I think you’re gonna find – when all
this shit is over and done – I think
you’re gonna find yourself one smilin’ motherfucker.

You are young for now,
but as expected, will age.
So remember this fact:
You will never be younger than you are today.
Now you got ability,
but painful as it may be,
ability don’t last
it fades and dies.
that’s a hard motherfuckin’ fact of life.
Mortality is a nice thing to have.
Trust me of all the voices you hear.
I’ve suffered my continuation,
and still do.
And even after having killed myself once
I still remained:
always present, and
sometimes revered.
Mortality is a nice thing to have,
Besides, even if you went all the way,
what would you be?
Feather-weight champion of the world,
Who gives a shit?
to want to live forever,
that’s pride fuckin’ wit ya.
Pride only hurts, it never helps.
and when this business is done,
when you’re kickin’ it
in my Caribbean,
you’re gonna say,
“That Man in my head was right.”
I’ll welcome you to my Silence,
and you don’t have to do anything there.
You’ve felt it before I’m sure, in
Uncomfortable silences,
but in my Home
you can just shut the fuck up for a minute,
and comfortably share silence.
if you still feel timid, don’t worry
I don’t think we’re there yet,
we just met each other,
this shit doesn’t just happen.
Save yourself and let me through,
I solve problems.
I’m not here to say “please.”
I’m here to tell you what to do.
And if self-preservation is an instinct you possess,
you better fuckin’ do it
and do it quick.
I’m here to help.
and if your nightly gazes at the stars
start to give you nightmares, or
make you feel insignificant but
rare and important at the same time,
I can only tell you that:
If you find my answers frightening,
you should cease askin’ scary questions.

and if you shall encounter
anyone on your path that frightens you
with pointless questions,

I will strike down upon thee
with great vengeance and furious anger
those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
And you will know I am the
when I lay my vengeance upon

That’s an interesting point,
but let’s get back to reality.

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