gospel of boke: DAY {1/14} 1-11/154 [849-859]

BOKE / GOB

RHETORICAL VERSE IN SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET FORM
154 SONNETS IN 14 DAYS 'ROUND CHRISTMAS 2003
(COMPOSED 15-28 DEC 2003 / 11 SONNETS PER DAY)
BOKE INDEX

by BOKE

gospel of boke
(154-sonnet collage/sequence)

DAY {1/14}
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A POSTMODERN/RHETORICAL ADVENTURE THROUGH THE GOSPEL OF JOHN IN SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET FORM

GOSPEL OF BOKE {1 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_1_01}   "In the beginning was the word, wrote John
{GOB_1_02}   (apostle -- not the baptist, or the pope),"
{GOB_1_03}   writes Boke as he receives that damned "baton"
{GOB_1_04}   that God sends off by email when His hope ...

{GOB_1_05}   ... for humankind is lost: when bullshit reigns.
{GOB_1_06}   Like Jeremiah, Boke is not too pleased.
{GOB_1_07}   He whines, "Dear God, don't make me ride the plains
{GOB_1_08}   a prophet... Boke-dot-com has been Chinese'd ...

{GOB_1_09}   ... and I must teach four-thousand Asian signs
{GOB_1_10}   to Monkey-bot -- so when a Shanghai friend
{GOB_1_11}   returns she'll find a few amusing lines
{GOB_1_12}   that Texans will not ever comprehend.

{GOB_1_13}   "Stop whining, Boke," says God, "just write this down."
{GOB_1_14}   Boke smiles, he has no choice but be God's clown.

GOSPEL OF BOKE {2 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_2_01}   "Behold an Israelite who has no guile,"
{GOB_2_02}   said Jesus to Nathaniel. "How'd you know?"
{GOB_2_03}   Nathaniel asked. Then Jesus, with a smile,
{GOB_2_04}   said, "You were 'neath that fig tree 'while ago ...

{GOB_2_05}   ... 'fore Philip called to you and said come see
{GOB_2_06}   THE ONE that Moses and the prophets sing
{GOB_2_07}   is coming. Here I am." NATHANIEL: "Gee,
{GOB_2_08}   you are the Son of God. Israeli king!"

{GOB_2_09}   A WORM-HOLE OPENS UP... Joe Lieberman
{GOB_2_10}   comes tumbling out amidst self-righteous rant:
{GOB_2_11}   "Praise God, we got him! Now there'll come the fun
{GOB_2_12}   (no matter if the U.N. says we shan't) ...

{GOB_2_13}   ... of trial and execution of Hussein."
{GOB_2_14}   Christ smiles: "To dwell on death will rot your brain."

GOSPEL OF BOKE {3 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_3_01}   GOD SCOWLS (evacuates Joe from the scene):
{GOB_3_02}   "These worm-hole accidents have got to stop!
{GOB_3_03}   I did not think these up. Where's Howard Dean?
{GOB_3_04}   Perhaps he can invent a worm-hole mop."

{GOB_3_05}   [While God is seeking Howard, we'll resume
{GOB_3_06}   where we left off before Joe bogged the flow.]
{GOB_3_07}   SAYS JESUS (to Nathaniel): "There is room
{GOB_3_08}   in heaven for a guileless Jew. You'll go."

{GOB_3_09}   Though through the worm-hole we hear screechy sounds
{GOB_3_10}   of death-embracing, fearful Bushy-lies
{GOB_3_11}   Christ's loving voice is louder. Nicely drowns
{GOB_3_12}   self-righteous noise of hole-bound, angry guys.

{GOB_3_13}   Next episode's in Cana: Y'all stay tuned.
{GOB_3_14}   [Is that where Ry and Trista honeymooned?]

GOSPEL OF BOKE {4 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_4_01}   FADE IN: A CANA WEDDING, GALILEE ...
{GOB_4_02}   CHRIST'S MOM (named Mary) SAYS: "Son, there's no wine."
{GOB_4_03}   "Now, woman, what has this to do with me?
{GOB_4_04}   My hour has not yet come." SHE SMILES, that's fine ...

{GOB_4_05}   ... "Just do what Jesus tells you. He'll end up
{GOB_4_06}   a doin' what his mamma says he should."
{GOB_4_07}   Since Jewish mothers always win, each cup
{GOB_4_08}   was soon filled with more wine. And it was good!

{GOB_4_09}   [Yes, from a worm-hole Boke popped through to sip
{GOB_4_10}   and verify the Bible got it right.
{GOB_4_11}   But honoring time-travel laws, no lip
{GOB_4_12}   from Boke was offered. POOF: Boke's out of sight.]

{GOB_4_13}   The moral MIGHT be Momma's God's right hand.
{GOB_4_14}   Do what she says, no matter what you've planned.

GOSPEL OF BOKE {5 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_5_01}   ACROSS THE WORLD AND TIME... JOHN PAUL condemns
{GOB_5_02}   the powerful confusing FORCE and LAW.
{GOB_5_03}   "The moral force of law" must be the limbs
{GOB_5_04}   that wrestle hate to ground, not taloned paw ...

{GOB_5_05}   ... of military strike by jungle rules.
{GOB_5_06}   "The law of force" -- the strong shall stomp the weak
{GOB_5_07}   who, sadly, find themselves amongst the fools
{GOB_5_08}   who'd challenge superpower cow-boy speak.

{GOB_5_09}   The pope does not say Satan is behind
{GOB_5_10}   the Dubya doctrine of preemptive war.
{GOB_5_11}   If he'd said that, "the world" would say his mind
{GOB_5_12}   is too far gone -- too old to say "no more."

{GOB_5_13}   "The world" that Satan rules -- where popes can't poke
{GOB_5_14}   as near as hard as God's mad big-mouth, Boke.

GOSPEL OF BOKE {6 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_6_01}   FADE IN: JERUSALEM ... and CHRIST IS MAD
{GOB_6_02}   [as mad as Boke?] to find that money's grabbed
{GOB_6_03}   the temple of the Lord. Sweet Christ gets bad
{GOB_6_04}   on sellers, money-changers who have nabbed ...

{GOB_6_05}   ... some sacred territory to make dough.
{GOB_6_06}   "Get this stuff out. Make not my Father's house
{GOB_6_07}   a house of merchandise! Now out you go!'
{GOB_6_08}   SOME JEWISH LEADERS SCOWLED: "By what right raus? ...

{GOB_6_09}   ... Show us a miracle, and we'll agree
{GOB_6_10}   your casting out is authorized by God.
{GOB_6_11}   Some magic proving your authority."
{GOB_6_12}   "Destroy this temple," (Jesus means his bod) ...

{GOB_6_13}   ... "In three days I will raise it up again."
{GOB_6_14}   (You can't always make sense of holy men.)

GOSPEL OF BOKE {7 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_7_01}   THE LORD SPANS TIME (without Boke's worm-hole trick)
{GOB_7_02}   and now appears in HOLLYWOOD (or near)
{GOB_7_03}   where DR. DEAN is getting mighty thick
{GOB_7_04}   in wonkery about our state of fear.

{GOB_7_05}   Roy Roemer's in the audience, time out
{GOB_7_06}   from keeping education in the dark
{GOB_7_07}   of Stanford 9 baloney with his clout.
{GOB_7_08}   [Boke vamping to mustache an easy mark.]

{GOB_7_09}   THE LORD HITS "PAUSE" to ask if Dean can fix
{GOB_7_10}   his worm-hole problem [back in sonnet three].
{GOB_7_11}   But Howard cannot speak, he cannot mix
{GOB_7_12}   the answer while he's sittin on God's knee.

{GOB_7_13}   God smiles, hits "PLAY," and lets his candidate
{GOB_7_14}   continue acting out his God-wrought fate.

GOSPEL OF BOKE {8 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_8_01}   FADE IN ON NICODEMUS in the NIGHT.
{GOB_8_02}   The Pharisee approaches Christ, he talks:
{GOB_8_03}   "You are a teacher come from God -- in light
{GOB_8_04}   of all your miracles, I know God walks ...

{GOB_8_05}   ... with you." CHRIST SAYS: "You must be born again."
{GOB_8_06}   "Say what?" says Nicodemus, quite confused
{GOB_8_07}   by Christ's non sequitur. The thought that men
{GOB_8_08}   could crawl back in a womb. Nic's not enthused ...

{GOB_8_09}   ... by Christ's idea he cannot understand.
{GOB_8_10}   CHRIST (smiles): "The thoughts of heaven are beyond
{GOB_8_11}   the earthly frames of mind... " [ ... where monkeys land
{GOB_8_12}   in spaceships on Mac laptops -- game Boke's fond ...

{GOB_8_13}   ... of for the sounds it makes, not how it fits
{GOB_8_14}   within Boke's gospel. God smiles, swears and spits.]

GOSPEL OF BOKE {9 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_9_01}   "JOHN 3:16," says GOD, "You'll work that in?"
{GOB_9_02}   "I'll try," says Boke, "Is it iambic, Lord?"
{GOB_9_03}   "Just do it, Boke. To leave it out's a sin."
{GOB_9_04}   "But ev'rybody's heard it. They'll be bored."

{GOB_9_05}   WHILE BOKE AND GOD ARE WRESTLING ... Monkey-Bot
{GOB_9_06}   decides to try a version in Chinese.
{GOB_9_07}   But Boke's not taught him yet, or Monk's forgot ...
{GOB_9_08}   (A monkeyshine? Sweet Monkey's such a tease.)

{GOB_9_09}   "For God so loved the world he gave his son
{GOB_9_10}   so all who would believe in him would live
{GOB_9_11}   forever and not perish." Monkey's done,
{GOB_9_12}   BUT JESUS said a lot more 'bout the sieve ...

{GOB_9_13}   ... to separate light lovers from the dim
{GOB_9_14}   who cling to evil-doing, not to Him.

GOSPEL OF BOKE {10 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_10_01}   ON A and E LYLE LOVETT wraps his set
{GOB_10_02}   with rousing gospel spirit. Hear him sing!
{GOB_10_03}   The momma in the song says if you let
{GOB_10_04}   your eyes stay aimed at heaven, that will bring ...

{GOB_10_05}   ... the getting of that heaven that you see.
{GOB_10_06}   "You cannot sing a sonnet!" Boke complains
{GOB_10_07}   while clipping Lyle's verses mis'rably.
{GOB_10_08}   Could Lovett really row and hold the reigns ...

{GOB_10_09}   ... of "Pony-on-my-boat" -- a sweet refrain
{GOB_10_10}   that suits my heart... and tears roll down my face.
{GOB_10_11}   Lyle's whimsy tickles each side of my brain
{GOB_10_12}   and sweetly handles call-ins. Perfect grace.

{GOB_10_13}   We get so mired in law. But God says play
{GOB_10_14}   sweet music, sing and dance His joy today!

GOSPEL OF BOKE {11 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!)
{GOB_11_01}   "Bush and bin Laden: worshippers Of death...
{GOB_11_02}   Not Me," says God. "They're on the devil's team.
{GOB_11_03}   And Bushy-Dem? He ought to save his breath;
{GOB_11_04}   he'll need it down in hell." ... FADE IN: A DREAM ...

{GOB_11_05}   ... "We got him!" shouts a cop. The nurs'ry school
{GOB_11_06}   explodes and children scream. The bad man's trapped.
{GOB_11_07}   A hundred dead for one -- the normal rule
{GOB_11_08}   of law enforcement in the world we've mapped ...

{GOB_11_09}   ... insanely in this dream. BUT ASK AROUND
{GOB_11_10}   the Arab world the count of children dead
{GOB_11_11}   from Bush's evil shrieking. Awful sound
{GOB_11_12}   escaping from the demons in his head.

{GOB_11_13}   The death toll rises. See the devil smile.
{GOB_11_14}   The worldly prince. The champion of guile.

DAY {1/14}
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	GOSPEL OF BOKE {1 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_1_01} "In the beginning was the word, wrote John {GOB_1_02} (apostle -- not the baptist, or the pope)," {GOB_1_03} writes Boke as he receives that damned "baton" {GOB_1_04} that God sends off by email when His hope ... {GOB_1_05} ... for humankind is lost: when bullshit reigns. {GOB_1_06} Like Jeremiah, Boke is not too pleased. {GOB_1_07} He whines, "Dear God, don't make me ride the plains {GOB_1_08} a prophet... Boke-dot-com has been Chinese'd ... {GOB_1_09} ... and I must teach four-thousand Asian signs {GOB_1_10} to Monkey-bot -- so when a Shanghai friend {GOB_1_11} returns she'll find a few amusing lines {GOB_1_12} that Texans will not ever comprehend. {GOB_1_13} "Stop whining, Boke," says God, "just write this down." {GOB_1_14} Boke smiles, he has no choice but be God's clown.

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {2 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_2_01} "Behold an Israelite who has no guile," {GOB_2_02} said Jesus to Nathaniel. "How'd you know?" {GOB_2_03} Nathaniel asked. Then Jesus, with a smile, {GOB_2_04} said, "You were 'neath that fig tree 'while ago ... {GOB_2_05} ... 'fore Philip called to you and said come see {GOB_2_06} THE ONE that Moses and the prophets sing {GOB_2_07} is coming. Here I am." NATHANIEL: "Gee, {GOB_2_08} you are the Son of God. Israeli king!" {GOB_2_09} A WORM-HOLE OPENS UP... Joe Lieberman {GOB_2_10} comes tumbling out amidst self-righteous rant: {GOB_2_11} "Praise God, we got him! Now there'll come the fun {GOB_2_12} (no matter if the U.N. says we shan't) ... {GOB_2_13} ... of trial and execution of Hussein." {GOB_2_14} Christ smiles: "To dwell on death will rot your brain."

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {3 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_3_01} GOD SCOWLS (evacuates Joe from the scene): {GOB_3_02} "These worm-hole accidents have got to stop! {GOB_3_03} I did not think these up. Where's Howard Dean? {GOB_3_04} Perhaps he can invent a worm-hole mop." {GOB_3_05} [While God is seeking Howard, we'll resume {GOB_3_06} where we left off before Joe bogged the flow.] {GOB_3_07} SAYS JESUS (to Nathaniel): "There is room {GOB_3_08} in heaven for a guileless Jew. You'll go." {GOB_3_09} Though through the worm-hole we hear screechy sounds {GOB_3_10} of death-embracing, fearful Bushy-lies {GOB_3_11} Christ's loving voice is louder. Nicely drowns {GOB_3_12} self-righteous noise of hole-bound, angry guys. {GOB_3_13} Next episode's in Cana: Y'all stay tuned. {GOB_3_14} [Is that where Ry and Trista honeymooned?]

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {4 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_4_01} FADE IN: A CANA WEDDING, GALILEE ... {GOB_4_02} CHRIST'S MOM (named Mary) SAYS: "Son, there's no wine." {GOB_4_03} "Now, woman, what has this to do with me? {GOB_4_04} My hour has not yet come." SHE SMILES, that's fine ... {GOB_4_05} ... "Just do what Jesus tells you. He'll end up {GOB_4_06} a doin' what his mamma says he should." {GOB_4_07} Since Jewish mothers always win, each cup {GOB_4_08} was soon filled with more wine. And it was good! {GOB_4_09} [Yes, from a worm-hole Boke popped through to sip {GOB_4_10} and verify the Bible got it right. {GOB_4_11} But honoring time-travel laws, no lip {GOB_4_12} from Boke was offered. POOF: Boke's out of sight.] {GOB_4_13} The moral MIGHT be Momma's God's right hand. {GOB_4_14} Do what she says, no matter what you've planned.

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {5 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_5_01} ACROSS THE WORLD AND TIME... JOHN PAUL condemns {GOB_5_02} the powerful confusing FORCE and LAW. {GOB_5_03} "The moral force of law" must be the limbs {GOB_5_04} that wrestle hate to ground, not taloned paw ... {GOB_5_05} ... of military strike by jungle rules. {GOB_5_06} "The law of force" -- the strong shall stomp the weak {GOB_5_07} who, sadly, find themselves amongst the fools {GOB_5_08} who'd challenge superpower cow-boy speak. {GOB_5_09} The pope does not say Satan is behind {GOB_5_10} the Dubya doctrine of preemptive war. {GOB_5_11} If he'd said that, "the world" would say his mind {GOB_5_12} is too far gone -- too old to say "no more." {GOB_5_13} "The world" that Satan rules -- where popes can't poke {GOB_5_14} as near as hard as God's mad big-mouth, Boke.

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {6 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_6_01} FADE IN: JERUSALEM ... and CHRIST IS MAD {GOB_6_02} [as mad as Boke?] to find that money's grabbed {GOB_6_03} the temple of the Lord. Sweet Christ gets bad {GOB_6_04} on sellers, money-changers who have nabbed ... {GOB_6_05} ... some sacred territory to make dough. {GOB_6_06} "Get this stuff out. Make not my Father's house {GOB_6_07} a house of merchandise! Now out you go!' {GOB_6_08} SOME JEWISH LEADERS SCOWLED: "By what right raus? ... {GOB_6_09} ... Show us a miracle, and we'll agree {GOB_6_10} your casting out is authorized by God. {GOB_6_11} Some magic proving your authority." {GOB_6_12} "Destroy this temple," (Jesus means his bod) ... {GOB_6_13} ... "In three days I will raise it up again." {GOB_6_14} (You can't always make sense of holy men.)

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {7 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_7_01} THE LORD SPANS TIME (without Boke's worm-hole trick) {GOB_7_02} and now appears in HOLLYWOOD (or near) {GOB_7_03} where DR. DEAN is getting mighty thick {GOB_7_04} in wonkery about our state of fear. {GOB_7_05} Roy Roemer's in the audience, time out {GOB_7_06} from keeping education in the dark {GOB_7_07} of Stanford 9 baloney with his clout. {GOB_7_08} [Boke vamping to mustache an easy mark.] {GOB_7_09} THE LORD HITS "PAUSE" to ask if Dean can fix {GOB_7_10} his worm-hole problem [back in sonnet three]. {GOB_7_11} But Howard cannot speak, he cannot mix {GOB_7_12} the answer while he's sittin on God's knee. {GOB_7_13} God smiles, hits "PLAY," and lets his candidate {GOB_7_14} continue acting out his God-wrought fate.

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {8 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_8_01} FADE IN ON NICODEMUS in the NIGHT. {GOB_8_02} The Pharisee approaches Christ, he talks: {GOB_8_03} "You are a teacher come from God -- in light {GOB_8_04} of all your miracles, I know God walks ... {GOB_8_05} ... with you." CHRIST SAYS: "You must be born again." {GOB_8_06} "Say what?" says Nicodemus, quite confused {GOB_8_07} by Christ's non sequitur. The thought that men {GOB_8_08} could crawl back in a womb. Nic's not enthused ... {GOB_8_09} ... by Christ's idea he cannot understand. {GOB_8_10} CHRIST (smiles): "The thoughts of heaven are beyond {GOB_8_11} the earthly frames of mind... " [ ... where monkeys land {GOB_8_12} in spaceships on Mac laptops -- game Boke's fond ... {GOB_8_13} ... of for the sounds it makes, not how it fits {GOB_8_14} within Boke's gospel. God smiles, swears and spits.]

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {9 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_9_01} "JOHN 3:16," says GOD, "You'll work that in?" {GOB_9_02} "I'll try," says Boke, "Is it iambic, Lord?" {GOB_9_03} "Just do it, Boke. To leave it out's a sin." {GOB_9_04} "But ev'rybody's heard it. They'll be bored." {GOB_9_05} WHILE BOKE AND GOD ARE WRESTLING ... Monkey-Bot {GOB_9_06} decides to try a version in Chinese. {GOB_9_07} But Boke's not taught him yet, or Monk's forgot ... {GOB_9_08} (A monkeyshine? Sweet Monkey's such a tease.) {GOB_9_09} "For God so loved the world he gave his son {GOB_9_10} so all who would believe in him would live {GOB_9_11} forever and not perish." Monkey's done, {GOB_9_12} BUT JESUS said a lot more 'bout the sieve ... {GOB_9_13} ... to separate light lovers from the dim {GOB_9_14} who cling to evil-doing, not to Him.

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {10 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_10_01} ON A and E LYLE LOVETT wraps his set {GOB_10_02} with rousing gospel spirit. Hear him sing! {GOB_10_03} The momma in the song says if you let {GOB_10_04} your eyes stay aimed at heaven, that will bring ... {GOB_10_05} ... the getting of that heaven that you see. {GOB_10_06} "You cannot sing a sonnet!" Boke complains {GOB_10_07} while clipping Lyle's verses mis'rably. {GOB_10_08} Could Lovett really row and hold the reigns ... {GOB_10_09} ... of "Pony-on-my-boat" -- a sweet refrain {GOB_10_10} that suits my heart... and tears roll down my face. {GOB_10_11} Lyle's whimsy tickles each side of my brain {GOB_10_12} and sweetly handles call-ins. Perfect grace. {GOB_10_13} We get so mired in law. But God says play {GOB_10_14} sweet music, sing and dance His joy today!

	GOSPEL OF BOKE {11 of 154} -- by BOKE (duh!) {GOB_11_01} "Bush and bin Laden: worshippers Of death... {GOB_11_02} Not Me," says God. "They're on the devil's team. {GOB_11_03} And Bushy-Dem? He ought to save his breath; {GOB_11_04} he'll need it down in hell." ... FADE IN: A DREAM ... {GOB_11_05} ... "We got him!" shouts a cop. The nurs'ry school {GOB_11_06} explodes and children scream. The bad man's trapped. {GOB_11_07} A hundred dead for one -- the normal rule {GOB_11_08} of law enforcement in the world we've mapped ... {GOB_11_09} ... insanely in this dream. BUT ASK AROUND {GOB_11_10} the Arab world the count of children dead {GOB_11_11} from Bush's evil shrieking. Awful sound {GOB_11_12} escaping from the demons in his head. {GOB_11_13} The death toll rises. See the devil smile. {GOB_11_14} The worldly prince. The champion of guile.