Monthly Archives: June 2014

ON CALIPHATES … AND NATION-STATES

In #twitterfiction, hate is born of perverse spirituality; the Sunni and Shia Muslim
reminiscent of Catholics and Protestants … Christian.

In #twitterfiction, hate’s born of perverse spirituality and nationality,
whether in caliphates restored or nation-states … traditionally.

#Twitterfiction-al insight, more than hindsight, and more than foresight, best
illumes meaningfulness, from the shadow of … meaninglessness.

In #twitterfiction, previews to AN ATLAS TWEETED; poetry about history, spirituality
and eschatology, from epigrams, and a blog … unitary.

#Twitterfiction: Come to @chachomanopapa on Twitter and its surrealistic analog, chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetry about history from tweets, and a blog.

ON MEANINGFUL … MEANINGLESSNESS

Far more than hindsight and even more than foresight #twitterfiction-al insight best
illumes the light that is meaningfulness from the shadows of meaninglessness.

In #twitterfiction, previews to AN ATLAS TWEETED; poetry about history, sociology
and eschatology, from epigrams … and a blog … unitary.

#Twitterfiction: Come to @chachomanopapa on Twitter and its surrealistic analog, chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetry about history from tweets and a blog.

A QUESTION … THAT’S AN ANSWER

“To be or not to be ….” wrote the great Willy. It is time we #twitterfiction-ally
take a page from that play … and ponder its import … sagely.

What if, in #twitterfiction, we more routinely asked ourselves, to be, or not to be?
It’s a question … that’s an answer … alchemically.

“TO BE … OR NOT TO BE ….”

Acculturation, the modification of the original culture of individuals
or groups through prolonged contact with different cultures
has, up until recently, been a rare phenomenon. The internet’s potential
to acculturate … surely … is treasure.

Acculturation’s a natural process, not readily appreciated in the absence
of an expansive perspective, as, for example,
from the Creator’s point of view. In His view, irrelevant is difference,
but indifference … is … abominable.

Time for Global Truth and Reconciliation; surreally, whether you think we
can, or whether you think we can’t, you’re right, absolutely!
And so, The Wine and Cheese Miracles; prose, poetry, tragedy and comedy;
nonfiction … posing as fiction … ironically.

In poems melding Ovid’s and Emily’s about change and a letter, visionaries
ask of you: Of what good are borders and nationalities?
From a nonfictional dream, a poetic and prosaic tragi-comedy,
and prophesy too … for prediction … is prophesy.

Arthur prayed to his deity, He of the Jews, Christians and Muslims;
praying he’ll find … the missing Bohemians.
Allah/Jehovah/God/Yahweh as if answered in dreams: “Tweet to the denizens,
a blog and a book …. Write, to your global … co-citizens”.

Let’s take shortcuts in this surreal reality to peace and prosperity. Alchemically
speaking, the internet is the Philosopher’s Stone. We are … but one … only.
Let’s take shortcuts to peace and prosperity. Abnegate nationality. Accent humanity,
and upon what others have built … build atop it … opportunity.

And so, inspired by Ovid and Emily, Arthur wrote a fiction, non-fictionally.
This tribal nation-state thing is untenable … undeniably.
“To be … or not to be ….” So wrote the great Willy. It’s past time we
take a page from that play and ponder its implications … sagely.

ON OBLIVIOUSNESS

Seven billion global citizens; all but oblivious to one another. But to the extent that any
two or more share … in #twitterfiction … space-time-continuity …

… i.e., but when we touch, see, hear, smell, taste or otherwise surreally perceive another,
we are oblivious … in #twitterfiction … to our brother.

The internet is, in #twitterfiction, the God-given conduit whereby we might alchemically
transcend … to global peace … and global … prosperity.

In #twitterfiction, we’ll need do the only seemingly impossible; the abnegation of surrealities,
like nationality, in favor of the exaltation … of our humanity.

Time, in #twitterfiction,for Truth and Reconciliation; whether you think we can get it done
or you think we can’t … you’re absolutely … right … on.

See @chachomanopapa on Twitter, and chachomanopapa.wordpress.com., its blog-log analog,
for poetry, in #twitterfiction, about history, from tweets and a blog.

Poems melding Ovid’s and Emily’s; in poems to (wo)men about change, otherworldly visionaries
#twitterfiction-ally ask: Of what good are borders … and nationalities?

ON THE RIGHT … QUESTIONS

Arthur, the intestate layman, turned lawyer, turned lush … turned lyrical philosopher,
has learned invaluable truths … not in school … but asleep.
In an otherworldly realm between life and death, answered has been Arthur’s plaintive prayer:
What if … from “what if” … rich harvests … we reap?

And what if from the corollary “to be or not to be” … untold benefits, we similarly … reap?
And what if, come an inaugural ‘global citizenship day’,
wide awake, we await the transcendence, that may then take place? What if awake, not asleep,
we cast away … tried … and tired … old ways?

THE PARADIGM … MATRIX

Seven billion are effectively oblivious to one another. To wit, except to the extent that at any
particular moment, two or more of us may share space-time continuity
whenever we physically touch, see, hear, smell, taste or otherwise perceive another sensorily,
with few exceptions, we are oblivious to one another … totally.

A notable exception: when one senses the transmitted words of another … vicariously.
Drum beats, smoke signals and parcel post aside, words posted electronically,
are virtually (pun intended), (wo)mankind’s best and possibly, its last chance, to timely
meet … the challenge presented … by the paradigm … matrices.

ON A #TWITTERFICTIONAL … NONFICTION

#Twitterfiction: Allah-God-Jehovah-Yahweh is The One Almighty Author of the Qu’ran,
and the Testaments … (The Old and The New) … pluralistic … amens.

#Twitterfiction: The pluralistic spirit of chachomanopapa@wordpress.com is in its
evangelism sans proselytism; every (wo)man free to do, as (s)he deems fit.

#Twitterfiction: Come to chachomanopapa@wordpress.com, and to its pluralistic analog
@chachomanopapa … on Twitter …. A book … from tweets … and a blog.

A LUPITA LOOK ALIKE … UNLIKE … NYONG’O

In surreal nonfiction, a young, beautiful, face; a Lupita Nyong’o look-alike; but beware,
for in #twitterfiction … any similarity … ends … there.

See news.msn.com/world/girl-left-in-forest-in-c-African-republic-chaos#tscptmt. The oh so
heart-wrenching story of Hamamatou Harouna contrasts in #twitterfiction … Nyong’o’s.

A silver lining to this poignant story; that, via #twitterfiction,
social media inject hope, where there’s been … none.

And so Arthur hopes and prays, and, in #twitterfiction … writes; for it’s not about him
… nor us … but solely … about Him …

… or Her. Oh what a specious species are we! Woe upon us whom glorify Lupita
in nonfiction but look away, in #twitterfiction … from Harouna.

See then https://www.chachomanopapa.wordpress.com and @chachomanopapa on Twitter.
In #twitterfiction … His or Her Way … is better.

ALLAH/GOD/JEHOVAH/YAHWEH’S … RIVER … OF TIME

She loved me once. Then … she loved me not. The former, I often heard; the latter … not ever.
But actions … and omissions to act … speak volumes … deafeningly.
And so my sick heart now hurts less; for romantic declarations aside, aside from our Creator,
nothing’s forever … but Him … or Her; and that’s comforting … most definitely.

That (S)he is forever is most comforting; but there have been other comforts … since she
loved me not. That a heart is mended is, largely, an inconsequential one;
but knowing that beyond actions speaking loudly, that inaction speaks volumes … deafeningly,
is altogether, another. That latter slice of wisdom ought matter … to everyone.

Art’s life’s been more dissolute than resolute. He’s lost much held dear, especially a child whom
would have turned twenty-one years young, this Autumn’s October.
But Arthur’s losses; of parents, child, wife and life oft pale next to that of others, whom
struggle in … Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s … time river.

Allah/God/Jehovah/Yahweh’s river of time is a river, unfathomable. But fear not for ye
need not fathom its breadth. Ye need only believe; the Scriptures are ALL
subject to misinterpretation. Just do to others as ye would have them do unto thee.
And so Arthur writes … like Emily before him … to all.