Swarms of good lines in here, from Buffy naming her customers according to their food orders to Angel, with no apparent irony, referring to the sword and the soul as instruments of his rape.
“Angel?”
“My God.”
Hah!
And I'm interested in Buffy's trajectory from, well, but there isn't a trajectory. She starts, in the story, fractured, multiplied, imposed (painted) upon, and mourning for the fantasy of a centred Self she thinks she used to have. And by the end, she's no closer to terms with the multiplicity that all thoughtful humans suffer, thank you, only her metaphors are more nonsensical (shaley fossil; so thick, so gravid).
I want to shake her.
JENNET: I laughed earlier this evening, and where am I now? THOMAS: Between the past and the future, which is where you were before.
(C. Fry, The Lady's Not For Burning)
she’s in-between, she’s in God, where am I?, she’s in . . . Hell, Buffy
This is quite clever. The secret of the universe is right there, and she can't see it.
I'm also musing, predictably, about the form. It's so full, so roiling, that it's actually quite hard to read. I thought this was appropriate for Down There in the Reeperbahn, but here I'm not 100% convinced. And I'm not won over by massive amounts of alliteration. ;) I find the juxtaposition of setting -- the Tibetan temple, a place of stillness, clean lines, unity -- and all your battering words, fascinating. Clearly you're up to something, because of what happens next.
The words fall away as they get closer to God/Truth/Unity/wha'ever? Angel gets close twice...scratch "unity"; he went all transcendent on Buffy's birthday, maybe, but the two instances you narrate here aren't exactly "OM" moments.
And for Buffy, Clarity=Love -- "Angel" -- but she can't hold onto it. Angel's still more enlightened than she. Considering everything: heh.
There's a lot about this that I like, and a lot that perplexes me, and not quite in the, "Shut up and enjoy Creation's vast and exquisite Dilemma!" way.
What would you think of doing a DVD commentary for it?
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Swarms of good lines in here, from Buffy naming her customers according to their food orders to Angel, with no apparent irony, referring to the sword and the soul as instruments of his rape.
“Angel?”
“My God.”
Hah!
And I'm interested in Buffy's trajectory from, well, but there isn't a trajectory. She starts, in the story, fractured, multiplied, imposed (painted) upon, and mourning for the fantasy of a centred Self she thinks she used to have. And by the end, she's no closer to terms with the multiplicity that all thoughtful humans suffer, thank you, only her metaphors are more nonsensical (shaley fossil; so thick, so gravid).
I want to shake her.
JENNET: I laughed earlier this evening, and where am I now?
THOMAS: Between the past and the future, which is where you were before.
(C. Fry, The Lady's Not For Burning)
she’s in-between, she’s in God, where am I?, she’s in . . . Hell, Buffy
This is quite clever. The secret of the universe is right there, and she can't see it.
I'm also musing, predictably, about the form. It's so full, so roiling, that it's actually quite hard to read. I thought this was appropriate for Down There in the Reeperbahn, but here I'm not 100% convinced. And I'm not won over by massive amounts of alliteration. ;) I find the juxtaposition of setting -- the Tibetan temple, a place of stillness, clean lines, unity -- and all your battering words, fascinating. Clearly you're up to something, because of what happens next.
The words fall away as they get closer to God/Truth/Unity/wha'ever? Angel gets close twice...scratch "unity"; he went all transcendent on Buffy's birthday, maybe, but the two instances you narrate here aren't exactly "OM" moments.
And for Buffy, Clarity=Love -- "Angel" -- but she can't hold onto it. Angel's still more enlightened than she. Considering everything: heh.
There's a lot about this that I like, and a lot that perplexes me, and not quite in the, "Shut up and enjoy Creation's vast and exquisite Dilemma!" way.
What would you think of doing a DVD commentary for it?