For my teleplay "Tuna in Pooderville," I wrote a parody of Alan Ginsberg's poem HOWL Terri, Tuna's beatnik sister, offers a passionate reading for her circle of beatnik friends.
Software wouldn't let me format this to screenplay specs, but it's readable.
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INT. HARTLEY HOUSE, TERRI'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
TERRI sits yogi-style on her bedroom floor reading passionately
from a BOOK of poetry. We clearly see the title on the cover:
"SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM!"
TERRI
(much passion)
I watched saintly, broken-hearted old
sinners stagger mindless through the
shells and slime of ecstasy—harnessed
to epiphanies radiating from the seeds
of the dimensionless...SCREAM!
TERRI'S BEATNIK GIRLFRIENDS sit on the floor around her listening attentively.
TERRI (cont’d)
...dragging their naked, broken wings
across rooftops, praying for something
from nothing more than a field of
light, organic as the wind is
high...SCREAM!
INT. HARTLEY HOUSE, UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT
ART strolls down the hall to TERRI's bedroom door and is about to
knock when he hears her muffled voice and stops himself. HE
PRESSES HIS EAR AGAINST THE DOOR.
TERRI (O.S. cont’d)
(partially inaudible)
…sat up smoking! (muffle)
supernatural darkness...(muffle)..bared
their...(muffle)...
INT. HARTLEY HOUSE, TERRI'S BEDROOM – NIGHT
TERRI (cont’d)
That redemption is bought and sold
and then we're old!! SCREAM!!
A KNOCK at the door. TERRI stops her recitation.
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