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TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
by BOKE
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (42-29) SONNETS #50-57 of 154 (58-61)
INSPIRED-BY/CONCERNING:
BtVS EPISODE #12 (1.12) [SEASON ONE FINALE]
"Prophecy Girl"
ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE):
The one where Buffy
"will die" ... And doesn't want to.
(Prophecy is hard.)

 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

(for reference only) SONNETS #50-58/154 for Tea Time in L.A. #23
[BtVS#12 "Prophecy Girl"]

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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #23 - (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 16, 2002, 3:47 PM

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNETS #050-057 of 154
DO I HAVE TO?

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(an 8-sonnet sequence)

 }
{BVS_050_01.01} WHEN JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF (God's son, say some)
{RHYME CORRECTION: . . . (some say God's son)}

{BVS_050_01.02} CRIED OUT IN ANGUISH . . . FATHER, must my lips
{RHYME CORRECTION: cried out to God to . . . Please let this vile cup}

{BVS_050_01.03} embrace this cup of death? . . . My martyrdom
{RHYME CORRECTION: of death pass from my lips . . .}

{BVS_050_01.04} is surely not required . . . The balance tips . . .

 
{BVS_050_01.05} . . . from evil to the good by righteous force . . .

{BVS_050_01.06} but please, dear Lord, I do not want to die!

{BVS_050_01.07} Yet ancient prophecy had set the course

{BVS_050_01.08} A sacred prophecy you can't defy.

 
{BVS_050_01.09} AND SO comes Buffy Summers with her cross

{BVS_050_01.10} she doesn't want to bear . . . |

She throws it down . . .

{BVS_050_01.11} BUT 'fore too long her soul can't bear the loss

{BVS_050_01.12} of her true destiny. Her "thorny" crown . . .

 
{BVS_050_01.13} . . . not of triumphant popularity --

{BVS_050_01.14} but one of sacrifice and poetry.


{2}

{BVS_051_02.01} THE POETRY of mystery, unclear.

{BVS_051_02.02} Why would there be just one to take the weight

{BVS_051_02.03} of horror in the world -- embrace the fear

{BVS_051_02.04} that human nature says is just too great.

 
{BVS_051_02.05} No, Buffy is not Jesus, but Joss quotes

{BVS_051_02.06} prophetic scripture from Old Bible text:

{BVS_051_02.07} Isaiah chapter 'leven's many coats

{BVS_051_02.08} of meaning painted for Hellmouth effects.

 
{BVS_051_02.09} FOR CONTEXT let us take a look BEFORE

{BVS_051_02.10} the sixth verse Mister Giles knew well{quite} by heart --

{BVS_051_02.11} (before Joss shifts "the child" to Satan's corps),

{BVS_051_02.12} let's step back four verse nuggets and restart:

 
{BVS_051_02.13} (A strange choice, I agree, but I'm led there

{BVS_051_02.14} by Joss, and so I'll claim that this{it} is fair.)


{3}

{BVS_052_03.01} THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD WILL REST ON HIM . . .

{BVS_052_03.02} of wisdom, understanding, and of might.

{BVS_052_03.03} He will not judge by surface paradigm.

{BVS_052_03.04} He will defend the poor and weak -- what's right.

 
{BVS_052_03.05} He'll rule against the wicked and destroy

{BVS_052_03.06} them totally with breath from out his mouth.

{BVS_052_03.07} Pure fairness and pure truth, his cloak alloy.

{BVS_052_03.08} (The verses 'bout "the child" from here are south.)

 
{BVS_052_03.09} In Buffy's world the evil Master mocks

{BVS_052_03.10} the naive thought that prophecy is plain

{BVS_052_03.11} enough for superhero action jocks

{BVS_052_03.12} to act upon it . . . and not get insane . . .

 
{BVS_052_03.13} . . . results quite likely the pure opposite

{BVS_052_03.14} of what they hoped their meddling could acquit.


{4}

{BVS_053_04.01} (A sloppy choice of word? I'll let it stand.)

{BVS_053_04.02} A prophecy's a law . . . |

in diff'rent form.

{BVS_053_04.03} Those ancient debts of destiny demand

{BVS_053_04.04} (for true believers) that their lives conform.

 
{BVS_053_04.05} And one thing Buffy's world believes |

is TEXT:

{BVS_053_04.06} The words and pictures Giles CONSUMES . . . then KNOWS:

{BVS_053_04.07} what threat his slayer faces . . . and then next:

{BVS_053_04.08} what action will control what evil flows.

 
{BVS_053_04.09} BUT this last episode of Season One

{BVS_053_04.10} throws doubt upon the pattern we have learned:

{BVS_053_04.11} GOOD RESEARCH may not yield, when you are done,

{BVS_053_04.12} a map of action that should not be burned.

 
{BVS_053_04.13} A TEEN GIRL DOOMED today, sounds poignant -- |

YET . . .  

{BVS_053_04.14} . . . a better doom |

than Xander 's yearnings get.    


{5}

{BVS_054_05.01} GOOD LORD, what strange nonsequitur was that?

{BVS_054_05.02} How's Xander's unrequited longing fit

{BVS_054_05.03} within a semi-straight-lined logic's hat?

{BVS_054_05.04} How can we grab these two loose yarns, |

and knit?    

 
{BVS_054_05.05} I PAUSE TO SAY this is what SONNETS do:

{BVS_054_05.06} GRAB FRAGMENTS out of life AND juxtapose.

{BVS_054_05.07} I had no thought I'd write these points as two

{BVS_054_05.08} that stitched together into brand new clothes . . .

 
{BVS_054_05.09} But somewhere lurking there's a crucial thought . . .

{BVS_054_05.10} that I -- so near to sleep -- feel I must write

{BVS_054_05.11} before I quit . . . But sleeping lines aren't caught

{BVS_054_05.12} so much as dribble out into the night . . .

 
{BVS_054_05.13} . . . of Buffy's resurrection at the hand

{BVS_054_05.14} of Xander: Who seems futureless: |

Pre-canned.      


{6}

{BVS_055_06.01} A CAN OF XANDER? (See, my thoughts now twist.)

{BVS_055_06.02} But who, if anyone, would buy that spray?

{BVS_055_06.03} I prophesy poor sales for Xander Mist,

{BVS_055_06.04} 'cause who in bloody hell would ever pay . . .

 
{BVS_055_06.05} . . . to smell like failure: Turned down by THE ONE

{BVS_055_06.06} who has the pow'r to strip his ev'ry move

{BVS_055_06.07} of confidence . . . and leave the shlub undone.

{BVS_055_06.08} (And all this with no curse from cloven hoove.)

 
{BVS_055_06.09} My eyes close now on Xander . . . with no fate.

{BVS_055_06.10} No prophecy declares that he must die.

{BVS_055_06.11} But all the same, the sadness of the date

{BVS_055_06.12} he tried to make with Buffy makes you cry.

 
{BVS_055_06.13} No, not tears of your soul-felt Buffy-care.

{BVS_055_06.14} No, Xander's fate just makes you pull your hair.


{7}

{BVS_056_07.01} The TV MOMENT that brings |

these two strands

{BVS_056_07.02} together on the screen |

is Buffy's death.

{BVS_056_07.03} It's only when she's dead ... that lips and hands

{BVS_056_07.04} of Xander may approach and share his breath . . .

 
{BVS_056_07.05} . . . with that great unattainable small girl:

{BVS_056_07.06} That tiny thing that has a destiny.

{BVS_056_07.07} No reason that the Powers dropped this pearl

{BVS_056_07.08} on little Buffy Summers. Yet no fee . . .

 
{BVS_056_07.09} . . . could Xander pay to be brand shiny new.

{BVS_056_07.10} While Buffy was made-over with full help

{BVS_056_07.11} of agents of the Powers (you know who).

{BVS_056_07.12} For Xan, barbaric yawp will come out yelp.

 
{BVS_056_07.13} Though that makes little sense |

(my brain's turned mush),

{BVS_056_07.14} would you chose Buffy's fate, |

or Xander's crush?


{8}

{BVS_057_08.01} THIS FINAL SONNET will try to regain

{BVS_057_08.02} a grasp of what is good (and do it fast).

{BVS_057_08.03} TWO WEEKS FROM NOW, our Buffy's back "insane," {*}

{*[RERUN BtVS #117]}

{BVS_057_08.04} so, in the present, we rehash the past . . .

 
{BVS_057_08.05} . . . BUT NOTICING when wings were bolted on.

{BVS_057_08.06} The last show of the first half-season flew

{BVS_057_08.07} the first two times I watched it . . . {Even now,} Now, anon,

{BVS_057_08.08} that perfect engine thrusts into the blue . . .

 
{BVS_057_08.09} . . . It gives{gave} me chills of pleasure that transcend

{BVS_057_08.10} the normal junk that television spurts

{BVS_057_08.11} out every day . . . just day on day on end.

{BVS_057_08.12} To have a vision of "the good" just hurts.

 
{BVS_057_08.13} My destiny is to die ev'ry time

{BVS_057_08.14} that I compress "a lesser thing" to rhyme.

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