| PGZ EPISODE ZERO / WEEK 01 _ sonnets 001-010 [of 154] _ 10 sonnets |
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pudding-girl uni-matrix zero: when narratives ATTACK ... ... and vice versa (OR, attempting to bend rhetorical verse to the purposes of TV narrative while staying postmodern OH MY!) i.e., episode #1?, yes and no
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THE TELEVISION SCREEN: COMPLETELY BLACK
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(Oh, we've seen that before. That's so clichè.)
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BASTILLE DAY NIGHT '02 ... FADE IN: WE TRACK
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Arc de Triompe along Champs Elysèes.
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SOME CHAT-ROOM WORDS:"Who is the pudding-girl?"
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"This week, you mean? ... I heard a Judas kiss
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cut short la femme Sagesse's brilliant whirl ...
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"Cut out that stupid poetry... Say what?"
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FADE IN AGAIN -- A FERRIS WHEEL outshines
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the moon... IT SPINS. A time machine, or not?
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Imagine that YOU HEAR what words come next.
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La femme Sagesse was chosen as THE FIRST.
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The pudding-girl "baton" was sent to her.
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ONE HUNDRED RULES to follow unrehearsed
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with no fixed end marked on her calendar.
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And then a chaos program will transmit
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the pudding-girl baton. ... But there's no dread
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by those who might receive it... 'cause they fit...
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to crank the world one notch back from the brink.
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The ones who through the noise will hear the call.
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Embrace a destiny without a blink.
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Tonight, reset the clock. Retrace the thread.
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THE FERRIS WHEEL AT NIGHT FADES OUT ... THEN DAY
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FADES IN: THE WHEEL IS STILL. It's DAWN, but when?
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"BASTILLE DAY of '01" screen titles say.
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A WOMAN SITS AND READS -- our heroine:
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at how they named her that -- it fits her well.
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Ejected from Sorbonne when her own styles
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of wisdom made professors curse and yell...
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THE EMAIL came from no one that she knew.
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It didn't fit with anything she'd planned.
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She's scribbled on the bottom one word -- "TRUE."
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She'd be the first. How long, she had no guess.
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"IF YOU MUST KILL OR BE KILLED, CHOOSE TO DIE."
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RULE ONE of the ONE HUNDRED was designed
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to "make it clear" -- remove the alibi
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of not quite understanding what you'd "signed ...
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Not down at rule one hundred -- at the end
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where you might think END PROGRAM goes when done.
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But right up front, to suck out all your wind.
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a vehicle of death, but only fear.
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A rhetoric of force someone could see.
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A vi'lent noise an enemy could hear.
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But for Sagesse, RULE ONE was where she sat.
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PERHAPS YOU'RE WOND'RING how to manifest
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this kind of narrative on TV screens.
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BUT SINCE SAGESSE IS NAKED and been blessed {smile}
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with pleasant features, these VOICE-OVER scenes ...
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SUSPENSEFUL camera work which might reveal
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at any moment what Sagesse has got
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will give voice-over scenes "huge" mass appeal. {smile}
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requires more explanation you are sure.
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BUT why, I ask, disturb her? Don't be rude.
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Just gaze upon her face. She must be pure.
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HIGH TRAGEDY when beauty is entombed.
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But once we've laid the groundwork, she can dress.
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Well... not completely... Nielson's must not fall.
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She will be somewhat "careless," our Sagesse.
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She'll SAVE THE WORLD in ways that might appall ...
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She's too much on her mind to care about
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what everybody's thinking. All the lies
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she has to process... Cutting through all doubt ...
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a hidden stress that threatens to destroy
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"the balance"... while "reality" deceives
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the eyes of those who have not learned each ploy ...
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in ev'ry heart... Their freedom thus erodes.
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I LOVE HER NOW, HOW CAN SHE DIE SO SOON?
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My fingers do not want to write that line.
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Perhaps that story point's a trial balloon.
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ONE EPISODE -- Must that hard rule define ...
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IT MUST, or this would be just one more show
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that grows upon a culture just like rust.
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False love of faces that we've come to know.
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to want to see THE SAME thing ev'ry week.
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Not loving folks nearby, but star pretense.
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Creating TV-comfort "addicts" seek.
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of expectations ... which make our lives stale.
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SAGESSE IS SMILING, waiting for some PLOT.
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It's time to get her dressed and on the road
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to her exquisite fate... "Well, thanks a lot
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for thinking of me now. Just don't write code ...
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No, no, Sagesse. Not that, BUT I'm afraid
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you can't escape a language for the walk
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that pudding-girls must yield their own parade.
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Be grateful if I do not make you rhyme.
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The stern face that I'm wearing as my mask
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is slipping to THE SMILE which is my crime...
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The artist and the man likes how she's shaped.
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OF COURSE, BY NOW I've lost my train of thought.
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"Perhaps the track was never laid," she winks.
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Perhaps you're right, these verses came to naught,
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because I have NOT contemplated kinks ...
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That suits me better than mere acts of will
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a narrative unspools within the lines
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society enforces with each pill ...
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of children being socialized to death.
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Obedience at work. And maybe vote.
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Now, line by line, another shibboleth ...
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"But Lord have mercy, all these songs been sung."
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"Just concentrate," she says, and strokes my brow.
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"Or maybe just relax," she changes tune
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so easily she lets my soul allow
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the possibility tales will come soon.
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"I'm just imaginary -- still you care."
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"Don't write the same old stories. Rise above
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all preconceptions.... OK, THAT'S A DARE."
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these sonnets are tonight ... WITHOUT "THE END."
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Four lines remaining, still can't get a grip
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on WHAT'S THE POINT. And too late to amend.
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the story form... BUT GOSH I've sure got nerve!. {grin}
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[TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK...
It will take more time
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