History’s His story. Education’s alchemy. Hindsight’s 20-20. There’s wisdom, in irony.
And behavior mod’s not limited to individuals, only.
Five brief sentences. One hundred and forty characters. And In them, apt summary
of this ode to poetry, and to peace, and prosperity.
Dreaming of what is what was and what may be the learned literati of human history,
luminaries like Plato, Aristotle Locke and Socrates …
… Shakespeare and Shaw in western lands and their eastern peers, Lao-zi, Kong-fu-zi,
Muhammad, Buddha and Gandhi, visionarily, see.
The luminaries see folly; their own, of course, but more importantly, that of humanity.
And lately they see, a still-born, twitter-diplomacy.
A still-born twitter-diplomacy? ‘Twitter-diplomacy’ is a term of only recent coinage. It’s
not taken seriously, notwithstanding its algorithms.
Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. They are, quite simply, in
simple, non-scientific jargon, step-by-step, instructions.
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, his, salvation.
It was Penemue who, the Bible says, “pointed out to them every secret of their wisdom.”
He taught (wo)men the use of ink and paper and writing,
It has been Penemue (Pen, to us), who has been the master of ceremonies at the nightly
soirees, where deceased visionaries envision, via poetry.
In reveries dreamy and at soirees, Victorian, history’s philosophers, poets, and luminaries,
with the megalomaniacs Kim, Don and Art, nightly meet.
He googled too for great poets to write in collaboration with the megalomaniacal brothers,
to all of the nations, of an alchemic algorithm, on Twitter.
“Tweet, blog and write alchemically,” said Penemue, to the brothers, three. “Algorithmically
tweet epigrams into transformational, BUT pacific, poetry.”
“Tweet blog and pen, Kim, Don and Art, in the ‘twitterese’ that I, Penemue, the last Watcher,
taught ye; an Esperanto-like hope, an Esperanto-like prayer.”