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BUFFY-VERSE SERIES (3)  SONNETS #4-7 of 154  (8)
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My case for "rhetorical verse" in the Buffyverse
Posted by: forensicpoetry - Mar 22, 2002, 4:42 PM
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNETS #4-7 of 154 }
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that I'm attempting poetry -- That's wrong.
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You never write a poem to win a vote.
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True poets rarely write a hit pop song.
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a private view with metaphors unique.
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Few readers will agree on what they see.
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Great poetry's beyond a glib critique.
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but like a work of art within constraints
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inscribed in sonnet's format I must pick
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the words that fit "my case," so as one paints . . .
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of your conclusion, 'til you reach the fence.
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BUT IF "THAT'S ALL IT IS," what is the point?
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THERE'S SEVERAL: so let's go one by one.
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THE FIRST: though formal verse seems out of joint
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with our computer age . . . is that it's fun.
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Philosophy assumes we have the time
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for long, hard walks through reason to a vise
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of uncontested Q.E.D. -- but rhyme . . .
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philosophers trace though their knowledge sphere.
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Logicians think an argument's like math.
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But if most TV-watching jurors hear . . .
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A sonnet guarantees a short, quick route.
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AND NOW FOR REASON THREE TO WRITE IN VERSE --
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it says you've taken time and care to speak.
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To make it fit iambic, you rehearse
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the possibilities, and then you seek . . .
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Which leads to REASON FOUR: and that's surprise.
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You may discover that you must confess
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the point you thought you'd make was in disguise.
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to thoughts you'd never have without "the rules".
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Ironic'ly the freedom that you lose
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is amplified, returned. So it's not fools . . .
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(So make slams of this "poetry" past tense.)
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THIS IS A SONNET SEQUENCE. Sonnet 4
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shall be the peroration of my case.
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As should be clear by now, I could write more --
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but then somebody'd smack me in the face.
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I slap the status quo upside the head..
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I ANSWER questions for which there's no quiz.
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I ASK WHY it is that we feel so wed . . . .
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Like passing notes in high school typing class.
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Come on! Dress up our words like Halloween!
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Or must we stay the same as Latin mass?
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Don't stand there scowling -- get out here . . .
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