TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES (15)  SONNET #34-37 of 154  (38)
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BtVS EPISODE #8 (1.08) "Me Robot, You Jane" ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE) RECAP: The one where Willow gets an Internet boyfriend ... (a "bookish" demon) [ewg] |
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BUFFY VERSE for Friday's Tea Time (#19) SONNETS 34-37 (BtVS#8 "Me Robot, You Jane") ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ... CLICK THE BRONZE SKULL TO SEE ARCHIVE COPY OF (NONCOLOR) VERSION (FOR COMPARISON) |
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SONNETS #34-37/154 for TEA TIME in L.A. (REMINDER: 7-8PM BRONZE TIME) Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 12, 2002, 8:20 AM SONNETIZING BtVS EPISODE #8 "ME ROBOT, YOU JANE"
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNETS #034-037 of 154
rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
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TO BIND AN EVIL POWER IN A BOOK
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with incantations laying down the rules
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by which that force be bound . . . with one strange HOOK
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that seemed designed by TV-writing fools.
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without unleashing all the bad they bound.
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What fools enchanters be who code: that when
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communication flows, the world's unwound.
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(a codicil of ev'ry Buffy script) --
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"insightful subtlety" that opens doors
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into the aching heart of youths (tight-lipped), . . .
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You open up a book: All hell unchain?!?
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AND, HEAVEN KNOWS, THE INTERNET IS VILE.
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A predatory place where lies run free
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from all constraint, and virtue falls to guile.
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A place where there's no firm identity.
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away. Whenever you want to assess
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your choice desires (your tastes -- be hip, or hick).
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It's all available without the mess . . .
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Those surface qualities that leave their mark
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upon your countenance -- how do you rate
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within the coolness factors hierarch?
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She sought online what she lacked in his poll.
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MS. CALENDAR TELLS GILES that he's a "snob."
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whose vision's blocked by ancient piles of texts;
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who thinks that letting words fly free will rob
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them of all sanctity; that modern sects . . .
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untethered from a solid hand-held form.
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Ms. Calendar tells Giles he's missed the boat:
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RIGHT HERE, "a new society" is born.
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This Buffy episode required a face
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that could be slapped decisively. Like soap
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needs dirt, the Scooby gang needs to erase . . .
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BUT HERE, we smile: The Bronze that evil mocks.
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If OPTIMISM TRIUMPHS, THERE'S NO DARK:
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No place for Spike or Dru. No pointy stake.
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But still I feel this episode could park
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itself in Joss's waste can. Hold a wake . . .
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where heavy footed logic cools its heels . . .
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where clouded propaganda drops its snow . . .
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until THE END, when all the Seven Seals . . .
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I'm on a roll now, please, just let me spin.
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I promise this will end within the span
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of this last sonnet, though I may not win . . .
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In any case . . . four sonnets on parade. {smile} {
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