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PGZ EPISODE ZERO / WEEK 01 _ sonnets 001-010 [of 154] _ 10 sonnets
TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
by BOKE
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

rhetorical verse in
Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 10-sonnet sequence)

pudding-girl
PGZ { wk 1 / 14 }

{PGZ/01_001_01.01} THE TELEVISION SCREEN: COMPLETELY BLACK

{PGZ/01_001_01.02} (Oh, we've seen that before. That's so clichè.)

{PGZ/01_001_01.03} BASTILLE DAY NIGHT '02 ... FADE IN: WE TRACK

{PGZ/01_001_01.04} Arc de Triompe along Champs Elysèes.

 
{PGZ/01_001_01.05} THE SCREEN RETURNS TO BLACK (Hey, what's with this?)

{PGZ/01_001_01.06} SOME CHAT-ROOM WORDS:"Who is the pudding-girl?"

{PGZ/01_001_01.07} "This week, you mean? ... I heard a Judas kiss

{PGZ/01_001_01.08} cut short la femme Sagesse's brilliant whirl ...

 
{PGZ/01_001_01.09} ... behind the wheel complexity designs."

{PGZ/01_001_01.10} "Cut out that stupid poetry... Say what?"

{PGZ/01_001_01.11} FADE IN AGAIN -- A FERRIS WHEEL outshines

{PGZ/01_001_01.12} the moon... IT SPINS. A time machine, or not?

 
{PGZ/01_001_01.13} THE CONVERSATION SHIFTS TO VOICE FROM TEXT:

{PGZ/01_001_01.14} Imagine that YOU HEAR what words come next.

 

{PGZ/01_002_02.01} La femme Sagesse was chosen as THE FIRST.

{PGZ/01_002_02.02} The pudding-girl "baton" was sent to her.

{PGZ/01_002_02.03} ONE HUNDRED RULES to follow unrehearsed

{PGZ/01_002_02.04} with no fixed end marked on her calendar.

 
{PGZ/01_002_02.05} The pudding-girl continues till they're dead.

{PGZ/01_002_02.06} And then a chaos program will transmit

{PGZ/01_002_02.07} the pudding-girl baton. ... But there's no dread

{PGZ/01_002_02.08} by those who might receive it... 'cause they fit...

 
{PGZ/01_002_02.09} ... the paradigm of those who'd risk it all

{PGZ/01_002_02.10} to crank the world one notch back from the brink.

{PGZ/01_002_02.11} The ones who through the noise will hear the call.

{PGZ/01_002_02.12} Embrace a destiny without a blink.

 
{PGZ/01_002_02.13} La femme Sagesse was first. THEY SAY SHE'S DEAD.

{PGZ/01_002_02.14} Tonight, reset the clock. Retrace the thread.

 

{PGZ/01_003_03.01} THE FERRIS WHEEL AT NIGHT FADES OUT ... THEN DAY

{PGZ/01_003_03.02} FADES IN: THE WHEEL IS STILL. It's DAWN, but when?

{PGZ/01_003_03.03} "BASTILLE DAY of '01" screen titles say.

{PGZ/01_003_03.04} A WOMAN SITS AND READS -- our heroine:

 
{PGZ/01_003_03.05} SAGESSE. That's French for "wisdom" -- though she smiles

{PGZ/01_003_03.06} at how they named her that -- it fits her well.

{PGZ/01_003_03.07} Ejected from Sorbonne when her own styles

{PGZ/01_003_03.08} of wisdom made professors curse and yell...

 
{PGZ/01_003_03.09} BUT STILL she'd got THE MESSAGE IN HER HAND.

{PGZ/01_003_03.10} THE EMAIL came from no one that she knew.

{PGZ/01_003_03.11} It didn't fit with anything she'd planned.

{PGZ/01_003_03.12} She's scribbled on the bottom one word -- "TRUE."

 
{PGZ/01_003_03.13} A terse response that translates into "YES."

{PGZ/01_003_03.14} She'd be the first. How long, she had no guess.

 

{PGZ/01_004_04.01} "IF YOU MUST KILL OR BE KILLED, CHOOSE TO DIE."

{PGZ/01_004_04.02} RULE ONE of the ONE HUNDRED was designed

{PGZ/01_004_04.03} to "make it clear" -- remove the alibi

{PGZ/01_004_04.04} of not quite understanding what you'd "signed ...

 
{PGZ/01_004_04.05} ... yourself up for." ... That's why it was RULE ONE.

{PGZ/01_004_04.06} Not down at rule one hundred -- at the end

{PGZ/01_004_04.07} where you might think END PROGRAM goes when done.

{PGZ/01_004_04.08} But right up front, to suck out all your wind.

 
{PGZ/01_004_04.09} The GUN that you could carry could not be

{PGZ/01_004_04.10} a vehicle of death, but only fear.

{PGZ/01_004_04.11} A rhetoric of force someone could see.

{PGZ/01_004_04.12} A vi'lent noise an enemy could hear.

 
{PGZ/01_004_04.13} RULE ONE would make most people say, "Screw that!"

{PGZ/01_004_04.14} But for Sagesse, RULE ONE was where she sat.

 

{PGZ/01_005_05.01} PERHAPS YOU'RE WOND'RING how to manifest

{PGZ/01_005_05.02} this kind of narrative on TV screens.

{PGZ/01_005_05.03} BUT SINCE SAGESSE IS NAKED and been blessed {smile}

{PGZ/01_005_05.04} with pleasant features, these VOICE-OVER scenes ...

 
{PGZ/01_005_05.05} ... are more COMPELLING than some silly plot.

{PGZ/01_005_05.06} SUSPENSEFUL camera work which might reveal

{PGZ/01_005_05.07} at any moment what Sagesse has got

{PGZ/01_005_05.08} will give voice-over scenes "huge" mass appeal. {smile}

 
{PGZ/01_005_05.09} CHAMPS ELYSEÉS AT DAWN and in the NUDE

{PGZ/01_005_05.10} requires more explanation you are sure.

{PGZ/01_005_05.11} BUT why, I ask, disturb her? Don't be rude.

{PGZ/01_005_05.12} Just gaze upon her face. She must be pure.

 
{PGZ/01_005_05.13} And don't forget our heroine is DOOMED:

{PGZ/01_005_05.14} HIGH TRAGEDY when beauty is entombed.

 

{PGZ/01_006_06.01} But once we've laid the groundwork, she can dress.

{PGZ/01_006_06.02} Well... not completely... Nielson's must not fall.

{PGZ/01_006_06.03} She will be somewhat "careless," our Sagesse.

{PGZ/01_006_06.04} She'll SAVE THE WORLD in ways that might appall ...

 
{PGZ/01_006_06.05} ... the bourgeoisie ... but not because she tries.

{PGZ/01_006_06.06} She's too much on her mind to care about

{PGZ/01_006_06.07} what everybody's thinking. All the lies

{PGZ/01_006_06.08} she has to process... Cutting through all doubt ...

 
{PGZ/01_006_06.09} ... to choose a path of action that relieves

{PGZ/01_006_06.10} a hidden stress that threatens to destroy

{PGZ/01_006_06.11} "the balance"... while "reality" deceives

{PGZ/01_006_06.12} the eyes of those who have not learned each ploy ...

 
{PGZ/01_006_06.13} ... society, by accident, encodes

{PGZ/01_006_06.14} in ev'ry heart... Their freedom thus erodes.

 

{PGZ/01_007_07.01} I LOVE HER NOW, HOW CAN SHE DIE SO SOON?

{PGZ/01_007_07.02} My fingers do not want to write that line.

{PGZ/01_007_07.03} Perhaps that story point's a trial balloon.

{PGZ/01_007_07.04} ONE EPISODE -- Must that hard rule define ...

 
{PGZ/01_007_07.05} ... the limit of Sagesse? ... WELL, YES, IT MUST.

{PGZ/01_007_07.06} IT MUST, or this would be just one more show

{PGZ/01_007_07.07} that grows upon a culture just like rust.

{PGZ/01_007_07.08} False love of faces that we've come to know.

 
{PGZ/01_007_07.09} If you succeed, you train the audience

{PGZ/01_007_07.10} to want to see THE SAME thing ev'ry week.

{PGZ/01_007_07.11} Not loving folks nearby, but star pretense.

{PGZ/01_007_07.12} Creating TV-comfort "addicts" seek.

 
{PGZ/01_007_07.13} SAGESSE MUST DIE, so we won't build a jail

{PGZ/01_007_07.14} of expectations ... which make our lives stale.

 

{PGZ/01_008_08.01} SAGESSE IS SMILING, waiting for some PLOT.

{PGZ/01_008_08.02} It's time to get her dressed and on the road

{PGZ/01_008_08.03} to her exquisite fate... "Well, thanks a lot

{PGZ/01_008_08.04} for thinking of me now. Just don't write code ...

 
{PGZ/01_008_08.05} ... like 'CSI' and 'E.R.' doctor-talk."

{PGZ/01_008_08.06} No, no, Sagesse. Not that, BUT I'm afraid

{PGZ/01_008_08.07} you can't escape a language for the walk

{PGZ/01_008_08.08} that pudding-girls must yield their own parade.

 
{PGZ/01_008_08.09} "Must I speak poet crap like that?" she asks.

{PGZ/01_008_08.10} Be grateful if I do not make you rhyme.

{PGZ/01_008_08.11} The stern face that I'm wearing as my mask

{PGZ/01_008_08.12} is slipping to THE SMILE which is my crime...

 
{PGZ/01_008_08.13} A SMILE that leaves an actress long undraped.

{PGZ/01_008_08.14} The artist and the man likes how she's shaped.

 

{PGZ/01_009_09.01} OF COURSE, BY NOW I've lost my train of thought.

{PGZ/01_009_09.02} "Perhaps the track was never laid," she winks.

{PGZ/01_009_09.03} Perhaps you're right, these verses came to naught,

{PGZ/01_009_09.04} because I have NOT contemplated kinks ...

 
{PGZ/01_009_09.05} ... of NARRATIVE... but only GRAND DESIGNS.

{PGZ/01_009_09.06} That suits me better than mere acts of will

{PGZ/01_009_09.07} a narrative unspools within the lines

{PGZ/01_009_09.08} society enforces with each pill ...

 
{PGZ/01_009_09.09} ... of Ritalin and Prozac down the throat

{PGZ/01_009_09.10} of children being socialized to death.

{PGZ/01_009_09.11} Obedience at work. And maybe vote.

{PGZ/01_009_09.12} Now, line by line, another shibboleth ...

 
{PGZ/01_009_09.13} ... I will attack if I unleash my tongue.

{PGZ/01_009_09.14} "But Lord have mercy, all these songs been sung."

 

{PGZ/01_010_10.01} "Just concentrate," she says, and strokes my brow.

{PGZ/01_010_10.02} "Or maybe just relax," she changes tune

{PGZ/01_010_10.03} so easily she lets my soul allow

{PGZ/01_010_10.04} the possibility tales will come soon.

 
{PGZ/01_010_10.05} "Just think of me," she says, "I feel your love."

{PGZ/01_010_10.06} "I'm just imaginary -- still you care."

{PGZ/01_010_10.07} "Don't write the same old stories. Rise above

{PGZ/01_010_10.08} all preconceptions.... OK, THAT'S A DARE."

 
{PGZ/01_010_10.09} MY OWN CREATION DARES ME. What a trip

{PGZ/01_010_10.10} these sonnets are tonight ... WITHOUT "THE END."

{PGZ/01_010_10.11} Four lines remaining, still can't get a grip

{PGZ/01_010_10.12} on WHAT'S THE POINT. And too late to amend.

 
{PGZ/01_010_10.13} My "habits of persuasion" do not serve

{PGZ/01_010_10.14} the story form... BUT GOSH I've sure got nerve!. {grin}

{# # # BOKE

[TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK...
BASED ON YOUR SUGGESTIONS]

HAIKU CODA

It will take more time
(and maybe more naughty thoughts) [smile]
to figure this out.

TO EPISODE ZERO: WEEK 2


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