EARTHLINGS: HUMOR, ART (as amended 3-23-17)

Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine you’re all brothers and that @chachomanopapa’s Arthur, @uriminzok’s Kim and Don the @POTUS, are done gone, atwitter.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions us, on Twitter, for alternative facts, atwitter.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third, Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim Jong un, the Don and Art, nightly meet.

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry.”had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980 character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.

Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling was Donny’s
forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.
To better attend to national affairs of state, Kim and the Donny have nobly ceded to Arthur
the composition of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.
But enough for the moment, about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity
and less publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.
And now, London; and brother Kim, so previously unsure about whom to honor, the west’s
Willy or the East’s Rumi now knew; it’d be, England’s best.
Thanks Penemue (hereinafter Pen). And thanks too to the poets and artists of the nations.
We are gathered here regarding the very fate, of the nations.
Not that the fate of the cosmos and its non-earthling inhabitants isn’t important. It is and they
are. But we’ll get to them later. First, the nation-lands.
Nations are the constructs by which men, in vain, attempt to govern themselves, a natural
evolution from nuclear families, clans and tribes, aboriginal.

EARTHLINGS: HUMOR ARTHUR

      

Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine you’re all brothers and that @chachomanopapa’s Arthur, @uriminzok’s Kim and Don the @POTUS, are done gone, atwitter.

What follows is history past and present and the prophesy in poetry of a dimwitted, Arthur Everman. It petitions us, on Twitter, for alternative facts, atwitter.

Imagine that when on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic apparently happened, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well, that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third, Art, knows them well. He knows they are too fond, of their words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient as that of their dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too, that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds of men surreally may be used by man to make real our aspirations, human.

Imagine then Victorian soirees spent in dreamy reveries with history’s visionaries, nightly connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries, with the megalomaniacs Kim Jong un, the Don and Art, nightly meet.

To wit Kim now tweets albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin with like-minded, reactionary others, looking on, in rapt, anticipation.

Across Earth, Kim’s brother Donny, near incredibly, is now the President of US. He fancies himself, next to the Bible’s authors, the best-selling author in history.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was a book, actually written, by a ghost, really living, in anonymity; a surreal legal fiction, that most earthly, ghostwriting.

Now, it happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, googled for weaklings and proposed, for them, their salvations.

He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers, to the children of the nations, of a plentiful algorithm, on Twitter.

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically,” said Penemue to the brothers three. “Alchemically, turn tweets to epigrams to transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

“Tweet blog and pen algorithmically, alchemical, poetry.” had commissioned The Watcher Penemue to the three decidedly, megalomaniacal brothers.”

“Tweet blog and pen, Kim Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue … The Watcher, taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

So 3 brothers write on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose into 980
character blogs, into a compendium; a poor man’s, publicity.
Of the three Arthur became their spokesman as he had no official affairs of state to attend. “All the better to,” thought Art, “a paradigm … to amend.”
Twitterese came easiest to Art. Administration came easiest to Kim. Spelling, wasDonny’s forte. Penemue organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.
To better attend to national affairs of state, Kim and the Donny have nobly ceded to Arthur the composition of epigrams. Kim sees to invites; Don to humor.
But enough for the moment, about us; for this is about the more generic ‘us’ i.e. humanity and less publicity, for news hounds, Kim, and the Donny.
Time being of the essence, increasingly, everywhere, Kim promptly invited the guestpoet inaugural soiree’s

ON PARANOIA’S ISLAMOPHOBIA: HISTORY; PAST; PRESENT, AND PROSPECTIVE

Humor Arthur. Imagine, all, that we’re all …  brothers; and that @chachomanopapa‘s Arthur, @uriminzok’s Kim, and Don the @POTUS … are gone … atwitter.

What follows is history; past, present and prospective. The epic poetry of a dimwitted Arthur Everman petitions for alternative facts, on new medium, twitter.

Imagine that when, on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic happened, in actuality, authors Art, Don and Jong, surreal, cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine as well that while Kim Jong-un and ‘the Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third,  Art, knows them well and that they are overly fond, of their words.

Not so hard to imagine; the three do indeed tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient, as is that of the dimwit, third brother.

Imagine too that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds, of men surreally may be used, by man, to make real, aspirations … human.

Imagine that in dreamy reveries and at soirees Victorian, the three, with history’s visionaries, connected; eating, drinking and crafting their epigrammatic, poetry.

In reveries, dreamy, at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, artists and visionaries, with the megalomaniacs, Kim Jong un, the Don and Art …  did meet.

Kim now tweets, albeit vicariously, world leaders like Xi Jinping, Vladimir Putin, Geert Wilders,  Nigel Farage, Marine le Pen and like-minded, reactionary … others.

Across the globe, Kim’s bro, now the President of US, fancies himself co-author of a best-seller, already; next to the Bible, the book, of all time, the very best-selling.

Never mind that ‘The Art of the Deal’ was in reality, a book actually written by a ghost, laboring in, relative anonymity. A legal fiction, nonfictional, that ghostwriting.

Now, it had happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, posed to Arthur Everman, a plan for each to gain his, salvation.

“Tweet, blog and pen, algorithmically alchemical poetry” in a dream commissioned The Watcher, Penemue, the three, megalomaniacal brothers, Kim, Don and Arthur.”

“Tweet, blog and pen to humanity in twitterese, the instruction manual to man that is the poetry that Penemue presented to humans in the days of Nephlilim, masteries.”

“Tweet, blog and pen (in units of 140) algorithmically,” said The Watcher to Kim, Don and Arthur. “Turn tweets, into epigrams, into a transformational and pacific, poetry.”

ON PARANOIA AND ISLAMOPHOBIA: HISTORY; PAST … PRESENT … AND PROSPECTIVE

Humor Arthur. Imagine, all, that we’re all …  brothers; and that @chachomanopapa‘s Arthur, @uriminzok’s Kim and Don, the @POTUS, tweet … on @twitter.

What follows is history; past, present and prospective. The epic poetry of a dimwitted Arthur Everman petitions for alternative facts, on new medium, twitter.

Imagine that when, on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic happened, in actuality, authors Art, Don and Jong, megalomaniacal cyber brothers, went atwitter.

Imagine as well that while Kim Jong-un and ‘the Donald Drumpf’ know of the third, the third,  Art, knows them well and that they are overly fond, of their words.

Not so hard to imagine; the three do indeed tweet on twitter; but the two brighter brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient, as is that of the dimwit, third brother.

Imagine that in dreamy reveries and at soirees Victorian, the three, with history’s visionaries,  connected; eating drinking and crafting, their epigrammatic poetry.

Imagine too that words, the most wondrous units ever to be conjured by the minds, of men surreally may be used, by man, to make real, aspirations … human.

In reveries, dreamy at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, artists and visionaries with the megalomaniacs, Kim Jong un, the Don and Art did .. meet.

Kim Jong un now tweets world leaders diplomatically. cc: the Don, Nigel Farage, Geert Wilders, Marine le Pen, Xi Jinping and Vladimir Putin, et. cetera … on twitter.

Kim Jong un’s brother, the President of US, fancies himself a co-author of a best-seller already, next to the Bible, said he, the book, of all time, the very best-selling.

Of course, ‘The Art of the Deal’  is in reality, a book that was actually written, by a ghost, laboring in, relative anonymity. A legal fiction … that ghostwriting.

“What ten words, do you, to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken Art. “Answer that in poems, to the republics and nations.”

Now, it had happened that Penemue (a Watcher Angel, fallen), for his God-damned salvation’s sake, posed to Art a plan whereby each might gain salvation.

“Answer epically and poetically that question and ye may win for both of us, perhaps, salvation,” he continued, as Art, beneath his sheet, cowered, in reaction.

“Only poetry, the metaphysical language of love may Earth’s humanity yet save; only my poetry, of the written forms, emotes, and evokes, sufficiently.”

Art Everman’s poetry is meant to acculturate! For acculturation is but modification, of behavior, as applicable to group behavior as it is to individual behavior.

So Art Everman writes on 3 levels; 140 character epigrammatic tweets metamorphose to
980 character blogs, to a compendium, book; a poor man’s publicity.
“What ten words, do you, to humanity, bequeath,” in a dream asked a fallen angel, of a drunken
Art. “Answer that in poems, to the republics and nations.”

Is it possible for ye humans to be more like bees? For ye must be more like bees if ye are ever to be one community. To be or not … to be?

Most certainly, ye must be more like bees if ye hope to ever be, one community. To be, or not to be? That is, for humanity,  the threshold question.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera) wherein lives wisdom, and the uncommonly, common, Rules … Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their significance. This repair manual is in the spirit of that significance.

Is to be or not to be ever to be the question? As in your brother Hamlet’s soliloquy, this is about nobility but soliloquies are of Another.

The children of Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are brothers and sisters before Him, it mattering not at all, our nationality nor our tribe to Him.

Earthlings! Do heed Penemue,  for I am the one and only Watcher of the original 400, left too do (what eons ago), he was commissioned by Another … to do.

What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?” An intriguing question; the inception to an
alchemical introspection and … transformation.

That question, posed to Arthur (Art) Everman, post 9-11, was asked of Art, by a faceless one. “Who”, asked Art, “are you?” “Your counterpart” …

… he replied … cryptically . “More specifically, I am, Art, Penemue,  a fallen angel.” 400 (200 princes and 200 followers), fathered … the Nephilim.

Nephilim (the giant men of renown in Genesis) were fathered by the fallen. All but three of  the 400 are in chains a-waiting the Day of Judgment.

The chained are the fallen angels who married and commenced in unions with human women, and who taught … knowledge … forbidden.

The unchained three remain unchained because they married and fathered not, Nephilim and because what they taught (wo)men, to Him, answered.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim, three, albeit fallen, revealed knowledge … not forbidden.

Fear of Muslims in US, fear of Muslims in a European, Union; fear of Muslims seemingly, near everywhere; must it forever be us, versus them?

It may be, albeit, unlikely, that visionaries step up. Arthur Everman’s poetry, a letter to the nations, a la the poetry, of my dear Emily.

Arthur’s poetry is, a la Emily’s Dickinson’s, a letter to the world, a la Willy’s, plays on words and a la Rumi’s, ruminations on mysteries.

Art draws inspiration from the lives of the poets; from the westerners Emily Dickinson and Willy Shakespeare, to an easterner known as Rumi.

From history’s poets, philosophers and scientists Arthur draws inspiration; and from Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s most magnificent creations.

Platformless, Art writes on 3 telling, levels; 140 character tweets metamorphose into 980 character blog logs and a book; a poor man’s … publicity.

Kim communes with his cyber brothers, President Don, Arthur, and history’s luminaries, nightly.

 

Kim dreams, surreally, with Don, Arthur, and history’s luminaries, about peace, and prosperity.

 

So Kim, Don and Art dreamt, mused, spoke, wrote, tweeted, blogged and  penned, surreally,

psychotherapy; poetry in need of, but, photography.

Earthlings!

Pontifex’s Biological Extinction Conference (IV)

We have triggered this major extinction event. The question therefore is how to stop it. cc:   @ABC

Extinctions, being irreversible, as threats to civilization are greater than climate change. cc:   @ABC

UN stats: global population increase to come is from 7.4 billion, to 11.2 billion, by 2100. cc:    @ABC

Billions of newbies shall be from Africa where fertility is twice that, the rest of the Earth. cc:    @ABC

Africa’s population is likely to grow from about one billion now to around 4 billion, then. cc:     @ABC

What’s to happen when hundreds of millions of Africans try crossing the Mediterranean? cc:    @ABC

We are wrecking our planet’s life support systems. We have the capability to stop all that. cc:    @ABC

The answer to the question on how to stop this extinction event? It’s a matter of alchemy. cc:    @ABC

It’s a matter of alchemy, stopping this extinction event; for in education, there is alchemy. cc:    @ABC

There’s alchemy in education, especially, in its digital instruction manuals, our algorithms. cc:    @ABC

Pontifex’s Biological Extinction Conference (III)

We have triggered this major extinction event. The question therefore is how to stop it. cc:   @ABC

Extinctions, being irreversible, as threats to civilization are greater than climate change. cc:   @ABC

UN stats: global population increase to come is from 7.4 billion, to 11.2 billion, by 2100. cc:    @ABC

Billions of newbies shall be from Africa where fertility is twice that, the rest of the Earth. cc:    @ABC

Africa’s population is likely to grow from about one billion now to around 4 billion, then. cc:     @ABC

What’s to happen when hundreds of millions of Africans try crossing the Mediterranean? cc:    @ABC

We are wrecking our planet’s life support systems. We have the capability to stop all that. cc:    @ABC

The answer to the question on how to stop this extinction event? It’s a matter of alchemy. cc:    @ABC

It’s a matter of alchemy, stopping this extinction event; for in education, there is alchemy. cc:    @ABC

Pontifex’s Biological Extinction Conference (II)

We have triggered this major extinction event. The question therefore is how to stop it. cc:   @ABC

Extinctions, being irreversible, as threats to civilization are greater than climate change. cc:   @ABC

UN stats: global population increase to come is from 7.4 billion, to 11.2 billion, by 2100. cc:    @ABC

Billions of newbies shall be from Africa where fertility is twice that, the rest of the Earth. cc:    @ABC

Africa’s population is likely to grow from about one billion now to around 4 billion, then. cc:     @ABC

What’s to happen when hundreds of millions of Africans try crossing the Mediterranean? cc:    @ABC

We are wrecking our planet’s life support systems. We have the capability to stop all that. cc:    @ABC

The answer to the question on how to stop this extinction event? It’s a matter of alchemy. cc:    @ABC