Monthly Archives: December 2014

No Shortage … of GIANTS

Isaac Newton: “Plato is my friend; Aristotle is my friend; but my greatest friend …
is truth.” The truth … shall ever be … our very best … friend.

Isaac Newton: “Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity
and confusion of things.” Truth in simplicity … not in … complexity.

Isaac Newton: “If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.”
In history’s tortuous course … no shortage … of giants.

There is simplicity in our complexity, and conversely, complexity in our simplicity;
let us stand upon the shoulders of giants … to simplify … our complexity.

Christmas Eve, 100 Years Ago, Today

My favorite Christmas story features not a child in a manger, three wise men,
angelic choirs and the Star of Bethlehem.
Rather, it stars the dirty, cold and heart-achingly tired men … the Germans,
and Brits … in trenches … inhuman.

The Christmas truce of 1914, when world-wide war was still new, was a series
of unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front before and after
Christmas of 1914. In the week leading up to the holiday, overt hostilities
waned as soldiers greeted, talked and played with one another.

Men from both sides ventured into no man’s land on Christmas Eve and
on Christmas Day to mingle and exchange food and
souvenirs. There were football games, joint burial ceremonies and
prisoner swaps; indeed, several meetings … in carol-singing … did end.

Read between the lines @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog, Poetic history, in tweets and a blog.
And read too, AN ATLAS, POETIC; would that the spirit of fraternity that God
would have for us … becomes us … and delivers us … from war’s … fog.

The Human Epic Itinerary: From Inner Space to Outer Space and then to … Cyber Space

The itinerary of the Human Epic: From inner space to outer space;
ironically, a fateful race, to a final stop … cyber space.

Read not, at your own risk, handwritten walls. From inner space
to outer space, to cyber space … we’ve raced.

From inner space to outer space, and through it, to cyber space … we’ve raced;
but cyber-space is wilder than previous frontiers … we’ve faced.

Read between the lines @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog, Poetic history, in tweets and a blog.

Today’s Prophesy: A CIA-Wrought … CALAMITY

It’s time for Global Truth and Reconciliation. Whether you think we can, or might
think we can’t … you’re absolutely … right!

And so … AN ATLAS … POETIC; prose, poetry, tragedy, comedy … and … in
a surreal redaction … prophesy; nonfiction … posing as … fiction.

Tragi-comedic poetry because for a message globally dramatic, only poetry,
emotes more eloquently, than one may ever aspire to … prosaically.

Accordingly, via poetry melding Ovid’s on inexorable change and Emily’s letter
to the world … chachomanopapa … would a planet … better.

Therein, in poems to the global citizenry on change, the nonfictional emissaries
of the nations ask, “Of what good to our communities are … nationalities?”

AN ATLAS … POETIC; a poetic and prosaic tragi-comedy … and … yes,
prophesy too … for prophesy often is … but educated guess.

Yes, prophesy is oft, but educated guess. The proof is in the pudding. Today’s
nonfictional prophesy: A firestorm over torture techniques of … the CIA.

Six Inter-Galactics … on a Mission

Six critters; one, of a pathetic, two-legged variety, opine on the human condition
and predicament … in this … our surreal … nonfiction.

Six souls armed with but a handle are on … a ‘mission impossible’ … to enable
the only seemingly unable; a mission for (wo)man, not actually … impossible.

Six called (we imagine) to write by the nonfictional Force of Muslims, Christians
and Jews; called upon to … (dare I say it) … paraphrase Him.

Six lovers of Ovid’s insights into change and Emily’s letter to the world take a cue
from them. Their epigrams are to say … we all … love you.

Six Bohemians beg: Abnegate nationalities! Exalt humanity! A call to action:
Make real the ‘impossibility’ … of Global Truth … and Reconciliation!

Six wrote the manuscript from which these verses are drawn. Most of the nations
and the territories … are addressed … therein.

The Wine and Cheese Miracles; prose, poetry, tragedy and comedy, and in
addition … a contradiction … nonfiction, posing as … fiction.

I Write … Therefore I Think … Therefore … I Am … Doubtful

“I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am.” Famous words, attributed to Socrates, a prototypical
thinker. But I doubt even them … in a world, so fraught … with delusions … ‘logical’.

And so to mitigate against a wintry writer’s block, I counter the slowing of arterial circulation
with ‘current events,’ a ‘fireplace,’ and copious amounts … of ‘liquid … intervention’.

And so, methinks that since I write, I know (I think) … that I am … doubtful.
Doubtful indeed, am I; but it doesn’t keep me from being … hopeful.


Excerpt from a long-read (THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES … AN ATLAS, POETIC); therein, within the entire midsection of the manuscript, The Roll-Call of the Nations, the legal (and illegal leaders) of the nations and territories are, via interview by Arthur Everman, polled:

To the Mingrelian, Georgian et al, language speakers of Sukhumi and beyond: Sow what we
all know in our hearts. Freedom is not free. Fittingly,
alphabetically speaking, this first entry of AN ATLAS, POETIC is neither state, nor colony.
It is merely … a national … wannabe.

According to a survey held in 2003, 60% of Abkhazs identify themselves as Christian,
16% as Muslim, 8% as atheist or irreligious; another
8% adhere to the traditional Abkhazi religion or as Pagan;
6% are undecided and 2% … as follower of religions … other.

Arthur Everman asked of President Raul Khadjimba: No, freedom has not ever been free.
You and yours well know that by now. Given that it’s very costly,
aren’t the paradigm matrices that immure us and the lemming syndrome that afflicts us, surely,
by piecemeal peace … wearing us down … inexorably?

Raul’s reply: Indeed, costly freedoms, dearly won, seem illusory when all that’s left to
eat are flags, rags and battle cries. Accordingly, I am urging my people to
consider whether all peoples wouldn’t be better served by a man-made groundswell to
globalize government, in order to more equitably, wealth … accrue.

Goal: To impress upon the ninety-nine percent of us that the sovereign-nation-state model that inordinately benefits but a fraction of the one percent to wield power … inordinate. In wine and cheese ‘mixers,’ miracles … happen.

My Question: What would you have Arthur Everman ask the leader of your nation or territory?