| { PGZ EPISODE ZERO/ WEEK 14 _ sonnets 145-154 [of 154] _ 10 sonnets |
TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
|
pudding-girl episode ZERO (wk 14) (finalè) SEGMENT TITLE: 10, 9, 8, 7 . . .
rhetorical verse in
(PREVIOUS WEEKS) |
|
| PGZ { wk 14 / 14 } |
|
{PGZ/14_145_01.01}
SINGS SK8TR-GRRL: "... IT'S ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE ... "
{PGZ/14_145_01.02} "Why ... go ... make things so COMPLICATED, 'boi'?" {PGZ/14_145_01.03} (The other words she sings you can ignore. {PGZ/14_145_01.04} It's only these two fragments I'll deploy ...
{PGZ/14_145_01.06} the hundred fifty-four of fourteen lines.) {PGZ/14_145_01.07} "Frustrated" teen girl song to set the mood: {PGZ/14_145_01.08} WE LOOP LAVIGNE {Lah-VEEN} into P-G designs ...
{PGZ/14_145_01.10} against the status quo ... with angry teen- {PGZ/14_145_01.11} girl discontent with boy stupidities. {PGZ/14_145_01.12} More perfectly frustrated, HE's the queen ...
{PGZ/14_145_01.14} TO TELL SAGESSE'S STORY'S FINAL PART.
{PGZ/14_146_02.01}
WE SLIDE BACK 20 CENTURIES to prove
{PGZ/14_146_02.02}
that SK8TR-GRRL is right. That nothing's new.
{PGZ/14_146_02.03}
Just press your finger on Christ's birth, then move
{PGZ/14_146_02.04}
the timeline back four more to 402 ...
{PGZ/14_146_02.06}
THE ATHENS DIONYSIA contests
{PGZ/14_146_02.07}
of tragedy and comedy... Un-parch
{PGZ/14_146_02.08}
our wineless throats, skip tragedy for jests ...
{PGZ/14_146_02.10}
(in his own play) ... by CLEON who accused
{PGZ/14_146_02.11}
the poet-playwright... Said his words defile
{PGZ/14_146_02.12}
the demos -- mocked the people -- and abused ...
{PGZ/14_146_02.14}
(The play is lost, but surely wise and deep.) {ewg}
{PGZ/14_147_03.01}
Big A. mocked CLEON in most ev'ry play.
{PGZ/14_147_03.02}
BUT people still elected C. to lead
{PGZ/14_147_03.03}
them into battle. Poets have their say,
{PGZ/14_147_03.04}
but no one cares -- it's just verse jokes they need ...
{PGZ/14_147_03.06}
on wine. This was before the Prozac wave
{PGZ/14_147_03.07}
(though warriors might chew coca for some spunk).
{PGZ/14_147_03.08}
WE WON'T DISCUSS the democratic slave ...
{PGZ/14_147_03.10}
There's ONLY seven sonnets left! ... Good God!
{PGZ/14_147_03.11}
What is THE CRAZY WRITER's paradigm?
{PGZ/14_147_03.12}
for reas'nable conclusions? Runs roughshod ...
{PGZ/14_147_03.14}
(with lines, like that, so bad they curl your toes). {smile}
{PGZ/14_148_04.01}
SKATE UP TO SHAKESPEARE'S TIME ... Coast 'round the earth...
{PGZ/14_148_04.02}
Roll down the road towards Edo... Catch a glimpse
{PGZ/14_148_04.03}
of samurai MUSHASHI giving birth
{PGZ/14_148_04.04}
to his identity. SEE: No one "crimps" ...
{PGZ/14_148_04.06}
on his blade for a moment ... 'Till he's wiped
{PGZ/14_148_04.07}
it clean -- his signature A SPREADING LINE
{PGZ/14_148_04.08}
OF CRIMSON, mostly one, but sometimes striped.
{PGZ/14_148_04.10}
which free him from ass kissing power pricks,
{PGZ/14_148_04.11}
as long as Queen Elizabeth okays
{PGZ/14_148_04.12}
his versed imagination. CLOCK NOW TICKS ...
{PGZ/14_148_04.14}
to wrap up pudding-girl? I have no clue. {smile}
{PGZ/14_149_05.01}
BUT THIS IS SATURDAY... The End Is Near.
{PGZ/14_149_05.02}
THE FREEWAY CIRCLING PARIS: Bomb in van.
{PGZ/14_149_05.03}
INSIDE THE CITY JAIL: SAGESSE. No fear.
{PGZ/14_149_05.04}
IN TOKYO: JEROME works on a tan ...
{PGZ/14_149_05.06}
she wrote the night before. He cannot tell
{PGZ/14_149_05.07}
how good it is. He'd surely get it wrong:
{PGZ/14_149_05.08}
A journalist just has no sense of smell ...
{PGZ/14_149_05.10}
in academia -- legitimized
{PGZ/14_149_05.11}
by social institution to defend
{PGZ/14_149_05.12}
her judgement of how highly should be prized ...
{PGZ/14_149_05.14}
on Sunday, to JEROME, in sand and weeds.
{PGZ/14_150_06.01}
IN MADE-UP AUSTIN HIGH SCHOOL in a DREAM
{PGZ/14_150_06.02}
an UNNAMED GIRL is having at her desk
{PGZ/14_150_06.03}
asleep in made-up hist'ry class... A SCREAM
{PGZ/14_150_06.04}
escapes her consciousness ... as some grotesque ...
{PGZ/14_150_06.06}
across the movie screen within her mind.
{PGZ/14_150_06.07}
THE EIFEL TOWER FALLS... What this forbodes
{PGZ/14_150_06.08}
I will leave up to those who are not blind.
{PGZ/14_150_06.10}
Don't think too hard, of course. To think's no fun. {smile}
{PGZ/14_150_06.11}
THE CHORUS STROLLS IN RAPPING: "Man, you stink!
{PGZ/14_150_06.12}
'THE END is NEAR,' you say, yet still you run ...
{PGZ/14_150_06.14}
You promised us a tale... This END's not fair."
{PGZ/14_151_07.01}
IN HOLLYWOOD THE POWER ROOM FADES IN:
{PGZ/14_151_07.02}
"The audience votes minus five. What next?"
{PGZ/14_151_07.03}
THE PRADA-HEADED HOLOGRAMS begin
{PGZ/14_151_07.04}
to chatter B-school buzzwords, quite perplexed ...
{PGZ/14_151_07.06}
But TRIPLE-B shouts, "Quiet!" And they shush.
{PGZ/14_151_07.07}
They have no choice. He wrote them... That's a joke. {smile}
{PGZ/14_151_07.08}
A NOTE FLOATS 'ROUND: More humor next time... "MUSH!" ...
{PGZ/14_151_07.10}
(WRONG EPISODE!!! Where did you put the map?!?)
{PGZ/14_151_07.11}
ON HIS WAY BACK FROM EXILE ... OUTSIDE ROME
{PGZ/14_151_07.12}
a famous ORATOR falls in a trap.
{PGZ/14_151_07.14}
upon his bloody bones. They do not miss.
{PGZ/14_152_08.01}
I THOUGHT the OLD-FART CHORUS was released
{PGZ/14_152_08.02}
from 'jury duty' ... Where's our FIVE-YEAR-OLDS?
{PGZ/14_152_08.03}
Their UN-SCHOOLED minds will surely be the yeast
{PGZ/14_152_08.04}
we need to rise above ... What? They have colds?
{PGZ/14_152_08.06}
is visible ... in black and white on SCREENS
{PGZ/14_152_08.07}
around THE POWER ROOM ... Then quietly
{PGZ/14_152_08.08}
the GRANITE TABLE SINKS by hidden means ...
{PGZ/14_152_08.10}
THE WRITER. Boke (with pants)... And there is YOU.
{PGZ/14_152_08.11}
Yes, you and me, the ocean ... and my whim.
{PGZ/14_152_08.12}
And when we get this wired right, your whim, too.
{PGZ/14_152_08.14}
the last two sonnets like a star homes tour.
{PGZ/14_153_09.01}
PARABASIS: (The poet's song and dance
{PGZ/14_153_09.02}
in ancient Athens drama... Yes, "old hat.")
{PGZ/14_153_09.03}
THE BOMB that circles PARIS ... which may lance
{PGZ/14_153_09.04}
the peaceful sounding noise ... and re-format ...
{PGZ/14_153_09.06}
and ceiling ... as they meet with crashing force
{PGZ/14_153_09.07}
ERASING her trajectory before
{PGZ/14_153_09.08}
her moment to unleash her fateful course ...
{PGZ/14_153_09.10}
OF COURSE, Sagesse knows, always there's that case:
{PGZ/14_153_09.11}
The possibility beyond all tools
{PGZ/14_153_09.12}
of knowledge to escape. The test of GRACE.
{PGZ/14_153_09.14}
IF SHE DOES NOT RESPOND: IT CHANGES MODE.
{PGZ/14_154_10.01}
She got the first baton ... by her own will.
{PGZ/14_154_10.02}
Then pondered what it felt like to receive
{PGZ/14_154_10.03}
her own anointment. Judged herself. Her skill.
{PGZ/14_154_10.04}
And said: I take this step. Yes, I believe ...
{PGZ/14_154_10.06}
And if my life's cut short, I'll leave behind
{PGZ/14_154_10.07}
some words to help some others be as tough
{PGZ/14_154_10.08}
as God wants them to be ... where they will find ...
{PGZ/14_154_10.10}
If evil days betide. Should terror come ...
{PGZ/14_154_10.11}
STUPIDITY may wipe out ev'ry book
{PGZ/14_154_10.12}
of wisdom. Write "revenge." Make smart minds dumb.
{PGZ/14_154_10.14}
BATONS RELEASE. THE END... NEW TALES TAKE FORM...
{
# # # BOKE
(END OF EPISODE ZERO OF pudding-girl)
|
 
|
|