HAMLET’S … LAST … SOLILOQUY

Is Daesh (ISIS/ISIL), winning?  The larger, and better question, is:  Is humanity, winning?

“To be, or not to be?”  Is humanity, its humanity, losing?

Arthur Everman’s 40 years in a delusional wasteland have been terribly educational; in

them he’s learned, everybody is crazy; everyone, but him.

Everyone is crazy; everyone but him.  The proof, is in the pudding.  For that the nations

rule, sensible to everyone, is a senseless, rule for him.

God not nations, rules over man, notwithstanding anything.  Mark Art’s words:  Neither

Caliphate nor Jewlsh state nor any state, wins forever.

All conflict on Earth is domestic violence however (in this seemingly fictional nonfiction),

it is militarized.  But, it has remedies, in real, nonfiction.

Domestic violence has remedies in law and in fact.  Among them, a few are separation,

reconciliation, toleration and eventual, acculturation.

But acculturation takes time (generations).  Time is limitation.  Maybe, the better query

than whether ISIS is winning is:  Whither … humanity?

 

ON TWITTERESE

 

Tri-fold may be epilogs of HAMLET’S LAST, SOLILOQUY:  Peace, prosperity and poetry

if wise guy, homo sapiens, learns ‘Twitterese.’

History and prophesy mitigate against plurality rescuing and saving, a blind, humanity.

Reform from a sovereign, to a pawn-based humanity.

Behavior modification works well, in individuals.  It may work, even more dramatically,

for the fractious nations.  Ye must act, immediately!

Donny’s spoken.  With withdrawal from the Paris Climate Accord, Nicaragua and Syria

have been joined by a dis-United States, of America.

Paris and Pittsburgh; and a Climate Accord, in stark disaccord with my amoral, brother.

Donny’s spoken.  Even Kim, the Paris Accord, favors.

HAMLET’S LAST, SOLILOQUY:  Toward behavior modification of the sovereign nations;

in ironic reaction to conflict on Earth, reconciliation.

HAMLET’S LAST, SOLILOQUY: On reality, surrealism, fiction, nonfiction and additionally,

neuro-scientific, fiction, in epigrammatic, poetry.

 

BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION

 

Behavior modification; a human imperative; ‘cause conflicts on Earth are so commonly

domestic violence.  For resolutions, separate the parties.

History, prophesy and nature mitigate against humanity being somehow, miraculously

saved, from a tragi-comical, sovereign-based, humanity.

Accordingly, HAMLET’S, LAST, SOLILOQUY:  on ontology, realism, fiction and nonfiction,

and, in neuro-scientific, science-fiction, a ready, remedy.

What needs to be read by everyone on the planet, can not be, if bottled up, in a Twitter

Stream.  And so a tsunami must be generated, on Twitter.

A thin veneer of civilization masks a savage beast lurking within the heart of every man.

Behavior mod works in individuals.  Why not, for all men?

 

ON DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

 

Behavior modification; a human imperative; ‘cause conflicts on Earth are so commonly

domestic violence. For a resolution, separate the parties.

Separate, the parties. Because all violence is domestic violence, it begs for the parties’

physical, separation, True, whether spouses, or countries.

There are forks in the road in space-time in individual lives and in a collective humanity;

moments when, courses, we may alter, uber-consciously.

Behavior modification is a proven commodity; so, Art mused, if it works for individuals;

maybe it may work even better, for multiples of individuals.

Pangaea numbers 196 nations, 4200 religions, and 6500 languages; too many labels,

divisive, for the only edition, of a sub species, homicidal.

Nationalism and ‘religionism’ are real twin threats to sub species homo sapiens sapiens,

in these most surreal, and near incredible, synchronicities.

Humanity’s devolving too quickly too fast; far more quickly than it’s evolving, especially

now that three, are converging, surreally and climactically.

 

A COMMISSION

 

Pen’s commission, to Art:  Tweet.  Blog.  Pen to the children your epigrammatic, poetry.

Teach them an algorithm.  For there is alchemy, in poetry.

We Watchers, we rebel angels known in Islam as Jinn, once, long, ago were defeated by

Creator Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s forces, long to die.

We Watchers, we the Nephilim, of Genesis, long to rest, at long last, finally; our lengthy

sentence is:  To view in chains, your re-runs, perpetually.

Watchers watching re-runs (in chains, no less), perpetually; sure sounds, like Hell to me,

Hamlet, but thankfully He is The All-Merciful, The Almighty.

We Watchers, we lovers of women have longed to rest.  So, implausibly, Pen helped Arty

Everman, to write dramatically gripping, novel-like, poetry.

The commission’s this one:  Write to the children of the nations. Let 140 characters be key

to best, President Kim, Caliph Abu, and President, Donny.

And so the founding of Arthur Everman’s School of Free Addictive Poetry. The composition

of epigrams is Art’s specialty, no matter the language medium.

 

PEN TO CHILDREN

 

The medium written of (in the prior tweet) refers to the tongue of the tweeter.

@Chachomanopapa‘s Art tweets in American English, on Twitter.

Arthur Everman’s School of Poetry @chachomanopapa; on poetic composition,

of epigrammatic, couplets … no matter the tongue, of the citizen.

Pen’s commission to Art:  Tweet.  Blog.  Pen, to children, epigrammatic, poetry.

Teach them an algorithm.  For there is alchemy, in poetry.

Money, it’s often said, is of evil, its root.  It makes the world go round.  Certainly,

much evil is done incident to money.  ‘Tis the devil’s, currency.

However, it needs it not.  For if anything makes the Earth go round, it is His love,

sweet love and not vile, evil.  Currency is moot, if one has love.

What ten words do you, to humanity, bequeath?”  It was a frightening, question;

the inception to introspection, transformation, and evolution.

That question, posed to Art Everman post 9-11, was asked of Art by a bright one.

“Who,” asked Art, “are you?”  “I am one of 400 fallen ones.”

 

ON THE NEPHILIM

 

“Your counterpart,” said he, “am I,” he cryptically, replied. “For I am, Art, the fallen

one; of 400; 200 princes and; 200 followers, long forgotten.

Nephilim, the giant men of renown in Genesis, improvidently, fathered.  Judgment,

reserved.  Of 400, all but three, in chains, await Judgment.

The chained are  fallen angels who married and commenced in unions with human

women. who taught them, knowledge, by Him, forbidden.

The unchained three married, but fathered not Nephilim; “We are the last Watchers,

We watch still.  And intervene.  To Him, we still, do answer.

To wit, while 397 of the fallen, lusted after, married, and procreated Nephilim, three,

albeit fallen, revealed to man knowledge, not forbidden.

Holy Scriptures, Rick’s tome regarding individual purposes, Tony’s, on changes in

behavior and Mandela’s case augur, we again, may act akin.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim Don and Arthur, is for evolution:

Make man less petty and more open-mindedly, egalitarian.

 

IMAGINE

 

Imagine that when, on 12-21-12, nothing galactically cosmic happened, authors

Art, Don and Jong, surreal cyber brothers, went atwitter, together.

Imagine also that while Kim Jong-un and ‘Donald John Drumpf’ know of the third,

the third, Art, knows they are far too fond of their political words.

Not hard to imagine; the three, do indeed, tweet on twitter; but the two brighter

brothers’ world view isn’t as prescient, as a dimwit third brother’s.

Imagine too that words, those wondrous units, may be used by the minds of men

surreally may be used by man to make real, aspirations, human.

Imagine then in dreamy reveries Victorian soirees with history’s visionaries nightly

connecting; eating, drinking and crafting, epigrammatic, poetry.

Art imagines that of  earthly forms of written expression most like heavenly hymns,

between chapter and verse, ’tis verse, that’s most favored by Him.

 

THE TWIT THAT TWEETS

 

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca.  Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet and, poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans.  More Chinese

than Americans may discern, a twit, from a tweet.

Tweet Is often understood; but twit?  Not often.  Twits are taunts.  To twit is to titter

or taunt. Why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool.  How appropriate that a twit,

tweets on Twitter; a fool fools, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is THE twit that’ been a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises that if he dupes US, for the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books he’ll sell.

 

A TWEETING TWIT

 

Indeed what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-campaigner-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable, now is, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

Earthlings: Humor Art. Imagine that ye, are brothers.  And, imagine that on Twitter,

Arthur, Kim and Donald John Trump, have all done gone, atwitter.

The three champion alchemical congruency of thought; as when Space Laboratory

crews wave to us and we wave to them, in orbit, in outer space.

Following is history past and present and the poetic prophesies of dimwitted Arthur

Everman.  It petitions ye to seek, alternative facts, and answers.

 

PROBLEM OPPORTUNITIES

 

North and South Korea.  Pakistan and India.  Iran and Israel.  Three vexing, problems.

Now, what?  For two brothers of Art, a planet, threaten.

Three problems.  Two brothers.  One story.  A tiny subplot of the one story, His story,

is man’s history.  Tiny subplots of creation are ye tiny ye.

Seemingly surreally, Donny is the recently elected President, of US.  Kim, is the veteran.

Prez of the DPRK;  Art, 40 years drunken, his own barman.

Don has made it very clear that he’ll deal with Kim, with or without, China’s Xi,’s help.

Don will war without help.  He needs but enemy, not, help.

If Xi’s China is not going to solve North Korea, we will, says he.  And it shall be as easy

as ABC.  “Believe me,” he says.  “No one else can.  Only me.”

If Xi does help, that shall be good for China, Don has said; if Xi doesn’t, that won’t be

good for anybody.  Simplifying things, is twitter-diplomacy.

North and South Korea.  Pakistan and India.  Iran and Israel.  Three vexing, problems.

Enter three brothers megalomaniacal, with three quill pens.

 

ART’S ART

 

Three clashes of countries.  Three problems. Three opportunities.  Kim, Don and Art

act out in this ‘live’ subplot of history, Art’s story, of history.

History is His story.  Education’s alchemy.  Hindsight’s 20-20.  There’s wisdom, in irony.

Behavior modification’s not limited to just individuals only.

Dreaming of what is, what was and what may be, the learned literati muse on ontology;

like luminaries like Aristotle, Milton, Locke, and Socrates,

Like too, like Shakespeare, in Manchester’s land. and eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,

Muhammad and Gandhi.  They, all see.  Hindsight is 20-20.

And they see folly; their own of course, but far more importantly, they see humanity’s

folly.  And they fear they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.

Say what?  A still-born, twitter-diplomacy?  And Don’s to blame?  Sad; twitter-diplomacy

could have been a contender.  It could have been somebody.

 

THE GOOGLING WATCHER

 

A synchronicity of events, pursuant to His grand plan, has brought three brothers grim,

Don, Art and the Kim, to do, what’s been bidden by Him.

It happened that Penemue, a Watcher Angel fallen, for his own God-damned salvation’s

sake, googled for a weakling to propose to, his salvation.

It was Penemue who the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”

He taught (wo)men on using ink and paper for writing,

It’s been Penemue (Pen, to us), who have been the master of ceremonies at every-nightly

soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.

In reveries dreamy and at soirees Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets and luminaries,

with wannabe megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, meet.

He googled too for great writers of prose to collaborate with these unlikeliest of brothers,

to best inject prose-like drama, into epic-like, poetry.

“Tweet, blog and pen alchemically,” said Pen, to the three brothers, grim. “Algorithmically

tweet epigrams into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”

 

HAIL HUMANITY

 

“Tweet blog and write, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’, I, Penemue, the last Watcher,

taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”

Twitterese came easy to Art.  Administration came easiest to Kim.  Spelling was Donny’s

forte.  Penemue, organized his Liberation Force, accordingly.

To attend to national affairs of state, Kim and Don ceded to their weakling brother, Arthur

the penning of epigrams.  Kim sees to invites;  Don to humor.

To wit Kim now tweets, albeit vicariously, to such world leaders as Xi Jinping and Vlad Putin.

Reactionary others look on, entranced, in rapt, anticipation.

Pithy statements.  One hundred forty characters.  And in this ode and last hurrah to poetry,

to wisdom and to peace, a final plea.  Please.  Heed my plea!.

This last of my soliloquies, this filibuster of tragi-comic, so to speak, Herculean, epic poetry;

is a ‘last call’ for alternative facts and an alternative, history.

This last soliloquy of Hamlet, nominally from Kim, Don and Arthur, is intended to make man

less narrow-minded and more open-minded and egalitarian.

Alternative facts.  And an alternative history.  To be or not to be?   To that end, alternatively,

consider, another paradigm.  Hail humanity, not sovereignty.

 

TO BE, OR NOT TO BE

 

To be or not to be?  That is for humanity a threshold question. For high-technology algorithms,

we dead poets agree, may well counter, authoritarianism.

It is Scripture (the Testaments, Qu’ran, the Book of Mormon, et. cetera), wherein lives wisdom,

and the uncommonly common, and ubiquitous, Rules, Golden.

The very cross-cultural commonness of Golden Rules, evidences, their importance.  This repair

manual is in the spirit of that significance.  We dead poets, care.

Is to be or not to be, ever to be, the question?  Hamlet’s soliloquies were about nobility, tragedy

and comedy. The poets’ soliloquies herein, may be, revelatory.

The children of Lord Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh are our blood brothers and sisters before Him,

it mattering not, our religion, our nationality, nor our tribe to Him.

Arthur’s poetry acculturates!  For the acculturation of man is but the modification of his ehavior;

as applicable to group behaviors, as it is to individual, behavior.

Theoretically, behavior modification is not limited, to individuals only; surely, our communities

too are subject to it as well. Why not test then, Arthur’s theory?

That is to say, behavior mod’s not limited just to individuals; communities too, are subject; to it.

‘Tis a relatively simple science, the time-tested science, of habit.

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